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of the phrase paid dues 
And if you wanna emcee, you better study the craft 
Or you might get cut up and laughed at by some guys that kinda hate you 
Now I ain't

personally I feel some connections
I'ma keep on coming, this time, I ain't gonna use protection (Wait, that's the line?)

I see your boy rapping, the finger

and junkies nails on terror
Like clowns in Derry, I'm down for whatever
So are 10 guys stare into my eyes
Stare into my deadlights and be
Swarmed by dead flies

I'm soon to be figuring out""
In a different time zone
Watching the fireflies fly
I'm always far away
From where my mind goes by you
Put a mountain in

and as I reminisce 
Remember this

GOD getting me this far ain't no coincidence
Them boys talking not even making a lint of sense 
It's funny they say they

see from a far sight 
That some things aren't looking right
It's a dark off-putting night
But the archons could be a sign 
Of what started the fires

Find me in studio, I'm wearing kitchen clothes, cause I'm cooking up that napalm
Every line is like a missile thrown
Unpredictable, my mind's is

Still My Hood

Joe Budden

Mood Muzik, Vol. 3: The Album

2008

place like home
This is still my hood!
An' it's far from fine
I may like other places, but they far from mine
Gotta' love my hood!
An' I only know

down, now I'm fanning the flames
ACM just announced we got a couple of graves
Now If you see me, it's a slap to the face
Outta line I'll put you back in

to retrieve five people, Not my fucking daily grocery list
Well, sir, you do have expensive Tastes
Well, my expensive tastes have Gotten me this far, and I have

Blame it all on the city lines
Keepin' us trapped in with sins and lies
Can't call it winning when we compromise
A couple dollars for a couple dimes

was a such a shame
It hurt me deep but I still focus what I manifest
A tear ran down my face I poured a glass and I just grabbed a pen
A year out

or nothing that like homie
I just wanna kick you some game you might be able to use a little bit later on down the line in life know what I’m talking bout

a rhyme 
Keep on keeping on I'm doing just fine
I'm working miracles and they are all in line
Shoot another star nah kill another line
 
Lucky to be alive I

guess It's my mistake
I'll just shut up now
And let you run your race
Watching from the side lines
Picking up a cold case

Fake it till you make it
Well

sorry ghe I done made it this far with out you
The ones who love me they ah neva doubt me
Cause niggas know I'll keep it 100 around this bitch nigga wit

the ghosts are
Knuckles well versed, late to ponder
Killed off co-star, cast in main role
Bestest by far, lifted that bar
So who's up to par now
All of my

it
Down to nothingness
They fake it
And guess what fuck the Basilisk

I don't fear
Any bucket of bolts
Come near
Glitch full of faults

It's all clear

man
Cause Erik wanted me to play the cajon, on the concert date, man
Felt like it was fate when I got up on the stage, man
Embarrassed by the public,

my brain I line em up
To light em up to burn em down
And while the fire's burning through my eyes
I realize I made it worse
Can't erase the mistakes

our time
Everyone think that know me (Yikes)
Used to flex, but that the old me, like
Far from the minimum
I’m killin’, grillin’, and spillin’ ‘em
If I

down while we meetin up, they meaning business.
For 1800 I could get it across the border
I ain't taking no trips until the money ain't folding over.
I

drugging)
Said I’m the key up in this shit (some say I’m lucky)
Boom
Like what you flocking fa
I can see pussy far away with no binoculars
I know some niggas

right inside my lines
(Deep as fuck)
The more your fine with being exposed
The more you'll learn there's more to go
Life pass by fast no it's not slow