The Purple Tape

Best Hip-Hop/Rap Songs

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Joell Ortiz - Control

I ain't even gotta give this too much thought Joell Ortiz won every war that he ever fought This ain't no different, I'm listening, you the king of New York? Little homie you ain't the king of New York, you the next thing on my fork The messenger with all them rings on that horse Carrying king's heads til I kick you in your chest And you cough and fall into a bottomless pit Homie, you know how many bodies that fit When we met you said ''it's an honor, man, the YAOWA can spit'' Maybe that's why you left me out of that shit Maybe that's why the Slaughterhouse ain't get dissed Or maybe I'm not on your radar You feel you ain't gotta acknowledge my clique Either way, I personal train this beat, it gotta get ripped You rich rappers can't respond with all the dollars you get Gangsta rappers can't retaliate with hollows and clips And you fashion rappers wear the kind of jeans that hardly get zipped So zip it, I got this shit, real hip-hop in this bitch The apocalypse has fell upon us, watch the zombies I split The walking dead, I've been a monster, shorty, I can get bit And never turn, I'm immune to these rappers y'all calling sick I stomped the red carpet holding my dick And throw tomatoes at the podium for whack awards that y'all niggas get Then stand up and scream YAOWA then dip And smack a legend on the way out of that bitch Cause I don't big up the elite The elite can get it too, you all fit under my feet You all victims, all chitlins when a nigga trying to eat I'll see to it, y'all missing like a wino nigga teeth Anybody can get it Old nigga, new nigga, him nigga, you nigga One nigga, two niggas, a few niggas I do niggas harm with these bars It was brave, you took a chance like a Monopoly cards Put that telly you trying to check in, boy, that property's ours Can't get a W on Broadway, I'm New York all day Yeah, that's where the boss stay You no hear that oye? A hundred Ricans running at you chief like Okoye Last time in Compton I was kicking it with Jorge I rocked with some cons out west like the boy Ye But I don't claim king even though my name ring And I had China in the Bay, we call Beijing Rodeo to Daygo they telling you the same thing Chico be in Sacramento so much he can claim king But that's the west coast, I'm from this coast I'll leave the king of LA to Dre, I was this close To staying Aftermath, but lamped out like a Genie But Dre you a fucking gangster and Kirdis you're such a sweetie And guess what, I'm a free agent again if y'all ever need me But back to these bars, I'm hungry, this beat is gon' feed the needy Y'all looking like grannys ziti, zucchini out in Tahiti On Fiji with Erykah Badu's booty in a bikini (haaaa!) Your main chick is a Precious, my side chick is a RiRi I fuck her then take her out for fries and a panini I ain't a rap nigga, I'm a nigga that rap Before this -- y'all saw the cypher, I ain't bringing that back Why should I recycle bars when my mind is a flight to Mars? And the force that I come across was like rhyming inside a star With the Universe on my back, your human verses is wack I grab my extraterrestrial testicles when I rap And tell Earth suck it, tell the planet try it I turn this bitch into Independence Day without the lucky drunk pilot I love competition, constructing a composition Of destruction, putting Destructicons in the calm position I'm Optimus Prime trucking your boulevard, just wishin' That a star screams so I can go on a bombing mission You raised the bar high, I set the bar higher You gon' learn though, inferno scorch a bonfire

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Joe Budden - Outta Control

Soul of a 70's number man, I can throw a curve underhand This for the streets, not Summer Jam This ain't for the fans that wanna hear pop and snap Drunk off Ciroc and the Yak, all y'all can watch from the back This ain't for self proclaimed legends that nobody wanna hear from Scared? Get a gun; come to peers, I got none This ain't for bandwagon fans sit y'all asses in the same spot Y'all the same niggas made Trinidad Jame$ hot This ain't to Kendrick Lamar, the nigga Kendrick got bars I heard his shit and wasn't offended at all And as it played I heard him say I wasn't mentioned with y'all Joell started it, only right I finish the job So all that shit is revocable, from an overview Only thing noticeable is how he barely gave me any quotables I state facts, not to say it's wack but check the playback Outrhyming A$AP ain't showing me where your weight at I'm on my shit today, you the king of New York You might as well had spit on Biggie's grave, couldn't let that slip away I'm in the court of public opinion, ready to click and spray Light Jay Elec ass up, that's my Exhibit A Bitch kill my vibe is what you wanna get into Drown em all in a swimming pool, full of phlegm and drool You renting jewels what's with all the fascination? So when I ask you 'bout it that's my cross examination This a scrimmage to me, all these blemished MC's Infamously it's about image I see But if it's bars, not about bread, to hell with the wealth Put you inside of the bullet, just to see a shell of yourself I mean uh, since rap has been accessible, they action been regrettable This is what the net'll do Chick sending message to tricks ain't get to see 'em They ain't even artists and they get paid per diem We talking bars, then this whole conversation changed Fuck all the subliminals now nigga saying names Some of these OG's I laugh at, y'all don't know me to half ass To me it's just one Joey that's bad ass King of New York, my nigga stop it 5 Keep it funky Drake washed you twice Tell me Tyler that fire with saliva? I reply don't bring a lie around Run up on Meek with the silencer, nigga quiet down Then ride off with his intro playing Cause I get hype to that shit dog I ride to that shit With nightmares, I wanna be at the root of em with the mag off Know he love Philly so I'm leavin' him with Black Thoughts You talking bars niggas better get help They put they guts all on the track, still they never get felt Lot of lower tier rappers tryna rep for they belt Nigga there's levels to this shit, dog you said it yourself But check it, when it comes to control, I might have lost a bit Law abiding citizen style I'm coming for all of it Running in your studio engineer that recorded it Yes men that supported it, any blog that reported it Any artist he tour with, snuff whoever bought the shit Whoever thought of it, his mentor whoever taught him it Interrupt with a sneeze, hiccup, fart, even cough or lick If I got it twisted you coming to contort the shit But the irony, y'all all inspire me Y'all in a spot a lot of us aspire to be We just striving my G, tip my hat so y'all know it's real Fuck whoever mad, you said how we all suppose to feel I know the game, some'll try to get amped You push the envelope, some of us provided the stamp Predecessors wrote the letter, others sealed it shut Some was nice without the percs, before Amil got touched It's Hip Hop, should blame on the mic these niggas hands on Shades that they wear in the club, couches they stand on You mixed credibility with dead ability Raise the bar like you on par with this level of agility Old UNLV Runnin' Rebel artillery, with Augmon at the 2 What sparring y'all wanna do? Get to arguing with a Spartan, play it cool I heard them alien voices, I'll knock the martian up outta dude Separate the beast from the timid, it's hip hop Fuck if your car is lease or rented, at least you in it Foaming at the lips, looking like the yeast in women Don't be facetious most of y'all been a feast from the beginning This is for B.I.G., Suicidal Thoughts, Coogi printed This for Nas, army jacket with the uzi in it Not no Shiny Suit shit, this that 92 Knicks This for Hov's missing 92 bricks For State Prop and Beans, to when the L.O.X. first burst on the scene For Queens, Pac and even E.D.I. Mean This for the Mobb and the purple tape, word to Inspectah Deck This ain't for the labels nah, Wu said protect ya' neck This ain't a diss, I don't want it to get spun wrong And this for Big L, the block that Joe found Pun on This shit is for Stack, I ain't talking a G Nigga I'm talking a G!! My nigga talking on me This is for every living rapper ever walked in these streets And any outsider that happen to think that a portion is sweet Niggas been killed for less and got a coffin for free If you ever been in the hood, I think we all should agree This for every nigga that took what you said in stride I couldn't abide, some of us still take pride, check it Limbs'll get crushed, hip hop's adrenaline rush Men'll get touched, so if you feminine hush Project benches I trust, came from syringes and dust So who you named shouldn't be mentioned with us But wait, at least half of em', other half rapped around Dual clips that wrap around, gather every rapper 'round See what happen when niggas try to go toe to toe This what happen when you let a blood bath overflow Used to do lines, how could they wanna go blow for blow I could overdose and still drag you niggas comatose This is lightweight, put the bucks up Cause if we talking bars lot of y'all should shut the fuck up This is lightweight, put the bucks up If we talking bars lot of y'all should shut the fuck up

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Joe Budden - Afrai

What am I afraid of? This is supposed to be what dreams are made of But people I don't have the time to hang with Always look at me and say the same shit They say you promised you would never chang

I just feel like you broke a promise to me Only hurt cause I thought you were being honest with me So I’m gon' try and do this honorably Without the sponsoring fee what’s most alarming to me This so emotional for you, robust such the calm in me, Easy to put off notes in thugs harmony Speak to his insecurity, acting so irresponsibly And it's further impacted by the fact that you respond to me See some of us know you as Jimmy barely old He had the baby belly fro, nigga was frail up in his clothes Barely got a hold and it’s seeming very outta control Wish we could go back and grab the blackberry with the scroll, oh Yeah Aubrey that’s the one we trusted Not this new Aubrey with his stomach sculpted I'm disgusted, you're such a fuckin' incumbent Can't govern, trust in the public becoming a fucking puppet It’s bigger than rap battles, a word for the digital cash castle Don’t let a glitch in the Mac crash you Unrelaxed wearing political straps tackled Now clash paths with dad, the original bad apple I know where you at, shit I was there too When shit was happening fast, word, I got scared too Impossible feats, impossible to sleep Making promises impossible to keep like                           What am I afraid of? This is supposed to be what dreams are made of But people I don't have the time to hang with Always look at me and say the same shit They say you promised you would never change Listen, alert the niggas that handle you You fill up tour seats but you raw meat to the animals Doggy to cannibal, morning coffee and sandal shoes Can’t get this energy off me, it isn’t tangible This shit is greater than me, Pitchfork and Fader agree Complex I’m waiting to see, this between us, A and B You on the cusp Rated G, film I ain’t paying to see I’m patiently waiting with please Thought you would take it in, breathe Blatantly seein' his whole channel real A&E Hard to sound empty inside and fill a vacancy Get some advice, come over kick it and vibe I’m here with hotels, strippers, Odell, all that shit that you like We'll light some candles and some hookah Hookers flickin' the lights We'll play Aaliyah's greatest hits, you'll get all tickled inside My nigga, It's no wonder you're losing all your friends Poster child now for all that you had a wall against And tell your mans I’ll be seeing him soon He marched you right into this madness I got reason to assume I creep in his room, sweeper consumed Now his region of doom ain’t the legion of boom it's just me with a broom Afterward I’m thinking we can resume a lesson in speaking too soon How is it too late if I’m reading ya tomb It's not, boys inordinate, ploys and ornaments Show up at party next door with a noise ordinance So off the hook of me, maybe y'all should be shook of me Should know I’d kill him at even the slightest push of me And when his team press up shirts, I’ll help 'em push a tee, Should it read, he pressed buttons but wouldn’t push a tee Gotta be buggin', maybe he dunno where Pusha be Or when Pusha push the agenda he isn’t pushed to see If pushed to the streets, I see wood in your physique Thinking you misunderstood my hood, this isn’t Meek nigga This ain’t a standard that you couldn’t meet Just from your views, you prolly couldn’t see That's cool, that kind of success you could never plan for it Heard the question nigga, I’ma help you answer it What am I afraid of? This is supposed to be what dreams are made of But people I don't have the time to hang with Always look at me and say the same shit They say you promised you would never change What am I afraid of? What am I afraid of? What am I afraid of? What am I afraid of? What am I afraid of? What am I afraid of? What am I afraid of? What am I afraid of? What am I afraid of? What am I afraid of? What am I afraid of?

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Joe Budden - Just Because

You wonder why I stop and stare I gotta admit it man Every time you are near I have a confession to make Just because I love you man Just because Sometimes love hurts Just because It's gonna hurt me more than it's gonna hurt you though I love you

Look, listen, fuck is up with us? How we ain't agreeing? Sensitive thugs need hugs, just the game we in But if we ain't a team, I know what anger bring Angled in any language you want it, mons ain't a ting Is this a cry for help, show us the pain you in What's in your cranium, fuck it let's put the flame to aim Then they'll ask why I made him his most famous meme I just tell 'em love makes you do the strangest things They play at stadiums, I play at Stadium Shame, shame in 'em, really what's there to gain for 'em I see it weird though, fuck it we here though Order my Bane mask all glass to let the beard show Ain’t been dark in a while, pardon my style I mean, I think I hear my part in your style I can attach different acts to different parts of your style Yeah we let you act as if you had parts in your style, nah That's retarded, it couldn't be any farther out But really ain't shit about it that's hard to doubt Ain't bothered 'bout it, you fathered your father's style Which makes you a grandfather, a clock I highly doubt You a hybrid, credited with the art of it now Evolved with a style and re-dressed it in garments from now So listen, that ain't my argument now Just looking back through the years, begging me not to involve it ‘til now So this a pep talk, shouldn't be no awkwardness now Sweet as the birds and bees from a father to a child Look, I know sometimes you gotta father your child Like hit the yard for a while But be back before it’s dark or pow-pow Rage ritual with startling growl Manufacturer of Coke, here go bars with a smile The shots coming though, crew been at this bar for a while The gun tucked, the snipe's out, you see us, cardigan down Advance for the singing nigga and the margin is wild Floetry, the same as Marsh' and them now Too bad the martian is out What song savin’ him when we in bargin’ in wild? Singers lose, better go and check Debarge and 'em now We heating up, you know the fire marshall in doubt Iron and irony, I ain't spoke to Marshall in a while He said "Budden get your stuff together You busy ruffling feathers" Bound to happen when you target an owl Now we not enemies, he just gotta bar up now I'm still on energy, let's see if he charged up now And I'll be sure he's in the secret garden I found With lions, tigers, bears, Tahiry, dolphins, wow

You wonder why Bounce You wonder why Bounce You wonder why Bounce Just because Come on Bounce with me now Bounce You wonder why Bounce You wonder why Bounce with me now I just love you man It's all out of love You wonder why You wonder why You wonder why Just because, I.... Just because, I.... Just because, I.... Just because, I.... Just...

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Rap Beef: Joyner Lucas Vs. Tory Lanes

Tory fires first over the Lucky You beat Joyner rapped on with Eminem

I got a million flows, I can go silly with those I got a pocket rocket Down to cock and chop and pop a nigga that really impose Niggas that’s wit me is villans in hoodies That lost all they good and they feelings on road It’s so appealing, the feeling of killing a nigga that pose Get Milli Vanillied with those Turn a beef plate to a cheesesteak Bitch, I be really in Philly with those Neck rocky as a blizzard, a nigga flex gotten bigger My wrist is so chilly, it froze Really I’m colder than ever, my niggas goin' for whatever Niggas gripped up, fifth tucked in the snow storm or the weather Sandstorm or the desert, hands drawn on a Dessy Leave his whole body bloody Like shorty done put in her tampon on already Shooting with a Vietnam cannon out the Peter arm on the levy See, the charm on already We go to jail, this shit'll be fine, we’ll meet up with friends 'Cause all of our mans gone-gone already Nigga the-, nigga the- I'ma do a three in week, I gave the Jeep the receipt Either the double-R stitching, it’s that or the Bentley B in the seat I got my D in a freak, I gotta be in repeat She wanna eat every morning I treat it like porridge and gave her the cream of the wheat And I rock it like P and a B I don’t cop it less it’s Louie, Gucci on the pocket Or even a D and a G, 'cause the way that the money piling I'll be wildin' 'til a nigga make about a B in a week Fuck niggas hating on me But I’m Gary Payton, always on the team with the green And the money counter, 'cause when I’m accounting It be money coming in and coming out it, paper cut the money Dummy niggas, I been thumbing out it Trying not to run up out it in a fist fight With a knife, nigga brought a gun up out it Don’t you run up out it, lil nigga Uh, hit him with a mini MAC Is he really that bad that I gotta hit him with a bigger gat? Matter fact, riddle me that I’m literally at the spot that he said he’d be at, but where is he at? Like, really nigga? Is you really tellin' me that? Like I ain’t prepared to hit him with a felony act? Like, what you thought, I would never react? Have a nigga lookin' like he tryna fight in Smash Bros When a nigga put a whole shell in his back Fuck niggas yelling it back Niggas get high and start hating on a real nigga It’s like a nigga smokin' on a jealousy pack Look, lil nigga, uh I got the remedy, I got the shooters with hidden identities Fuck who you send at me I got a stack on me long as a ruler and centipede I got that Geneve, I got the energy I got the money, the power, the enemies I go to business I’m asking these niggas for 60 percent of the entity No one defending me Niggas is talking, but no one offending me Niggas know what the result of the end'll be Niggas won’t know how to find where they men'll be I'm a way different nigga on Hennessy I got the recipe, none of y’all niggas sit next to me Guard where your head and ya chest'll be I suggest you niggas never go testin' me I suggest you niggas never go testin' me, nigga

I promise y'all niggas I do this shit in my sleep, it's easy I come to the studio and just say shit and it comes out that way You know what I mean? I promise y'all we down to go 36 hundred thousand rounds with anybody Let these niggas know that all that rapping fast shit We can do it too, nigga Niggas be thinking they got that special sauce Not today, nigga Ain't that right, man? Y'all know what the fuck goin' on, man Who next? Who next? Who next? For real, who next? Lemme know, lemme know, I'm off this, I'm off this Love me now

Joyner uses Meek Mill’ “Litty” beat to respond

You just gonna do what you supposed to ('Posed to) I remember when them hoes called me old news Now when they cheat, I'm the go-to (Joyner) Word on the street's I ain't one to get close to I was hopeless, now I'm hopeful (Yuh) I done made my own way like I'm supposed to All you niggas did what you was told to (Yeah) Tory, why all your songs always sound like a rerun, nigga? (Huh) I just want my motherfucking refund, nigga (Huh) Funny looking ass, go and eat some', nigga I ain't never had to get my fucking teeth done, nigga (Hahaha) When I kill you, I ain't running to you, bleed some, nigga (Yuh) Oh, you wan' be some nigga? (Yuh) Me and 6ix9ine had Trippie Redd bitch on the couch She was giving us a threesome, nigga

Why you bring my name up in the first place, Tory? (Yeah) You ain't fucking with me on my worst day, Tory (Uh) Wasn't better than me when I was in first grade, Tory We can do this every year on your birthday, Tory (Brrrat) Every summer, every winter, every Earth day, Tory Every Tuesday, every Thursday, Tory It's gon' be a motherfucking anniversary, Tory You done fucked up, now you need first aid, Tory

Shit Damn So now that we got that out the way, hmph Let's make a record, nigga Hahahahaha Joyner

Tory responds with a scorcher over the same Litty beat so that both had the exact same amount of time for their verses

And it goes on Kill a pussy nigga with his pantyhose on The gun is equipped for what ever hand it goes on To kill a backpack nigga with his Jansport on Geek ass nigga Dweeb ass nigga Never had a G-pass nigga 'Bout to ski mask his ass and eat fast nigga Pull the heat fast and blast And leave that nigga With his seat back nigga I'm a number one nigga in no time I been waiting for a nigga to give me the showtime In the jungle waiting for you to slip on the oak vine I'ma do this nigga like I was chewing a pork rind nigga Eminem couldn't get ya to a million on the 'Gram Chris Brown tried, nigga failed both times I done took ya page to a million in a day If you ask me, nigga, I'm ya motherfucking cosign I'ma hit the pussy ass nigga with a clothesline I'ma have to catch a nigga slipping in my own time I just took the flame on a private ass plane Out to Massachusetts, catch this nigga slipping in his hometown Ya see what go around come around and go around So I got his hoe going round like it go around Let these niggas know I'm not the one to toe-to-toe around Singing ass nigga not the one to leave your hoe around I'm about to hit him with the end of the K Word to my niggas in Heaven I'm 'bout to send em away I'm exhausted I kill this nigga two times 24 hours man this shit been a repetitive day Nigga tell me is it Joyner Lucas, Lucas Joyner? I'm the nigga who destroy ya Coupe deploy ya, label drop ya, who's the lawyer? Buy ya contract from them back and be who employ ya Oops, I'm going, who's condoning? Juice and jonesing Met ya bitch she too conjointed Tryna ask this pussy ass nigga who the fuck want smoke But the lightskin niggas in ya crew too spooked to join in I'm a nasty nigga, then you could ask these nigga The shotty dumping popping up outta the backseat, nigga I'm 'bout to leave his body bloody like a maxi, nigga I tax these niggas, get at these niggas, attack these niggas The venom is arachne, nigga I'm 'bout kill da man and da man that done backed these niggas And blam any man that'll try to dap you niggas And clap any stan fan that attract you niggas See ya daddy was a musician that never made it 'Cause when you was born nigga it was you or him Shattered knowing he would never make it as an artist And the odds of his life prolly be 2 to 1 But I give it to him 'cause he didn't run I guess he figured, "man when you look at it in a nutshell All I got is a failed music career and My revenge is giving that shit to my son" Nigga I'ma flossy nigga They try to toss me nigga The 45th I get em off me nigga I block niggas Chris Bosh these niggas I got figures pish posh to niggas I dump niggas, jump, criss cross these niggas The pump leave 'em slumped, in the car seat nigga The skunk in the trunk was an awkward nigga That thought he didn't need to have caution with him A cornball with a Boston fitted I said hold up my nigga man this shit crazy You fucked AYLEK$ man that shit crazy Nigga said he out here running threesomes with the Nigga that's in court dealing with the kid cases I'ma hit a stain then I hit a bad one Pull up on the nigga hold em up for ransom I got five plaques this year, you did a whole song with Eminem and still don't even have one nigga Damn, my lil homie that’s a bad one nigga Really feel bad for you it's a sad one nigga Hold your head steady maybe you could have one nigga Hit me for a hook and maybe get a plaque young nigga Shout go out to Wayno and Ak my nigga Tomorrow they'll be talking 'bout you got smacked young nigga From the pack my nigga I'm keeping this shit a stack, my nigga That "Litty" verse was wack, my nigga They go hard my dawg, but I go harder nigga Atcha head with the fade like a barber nigga Try to come for the boat and I'ma harbor niggas Be smart like a Harvard nigga don't start with niggas And he got a problem with us But nigga, I know how to solve it nigga This is my son I'ma tell 'em like Star Wars, "Lucas, I am your father" nigga You a perpetrating, work for hire, twerk for payment Busta Rhyme impersonating, worthless baby, irks him daily Hurts to say it, burger flipping, birthed in 80s Tryna be a 90s baby, thirty something tryna chase it Tryna make it, rocks designer, kinda fakes it Hates to face it That he'll never be a nigga that be placed for A-list, niggas damn Here's what he's thinking right now "I'm Joyner Lucas, why did I start it with this guy? Tory Lanez coming back what am I gonna do this time? They ain't like none of my diss lines Everybody knows I can spit it in quick time Even if the lines is as shitty as 6ix9ine's But this time they ain’t really letting me get by Fuck I'm finna do with this shit now? Damn I know this nigga finna be wild Knowin' this nigga bout to kill me on it OD now Don't nobody ever wanna book me for a show I ain't got no songs when I go I spit freestyles Try to make songs 'bout depression But nobody ever get it So I take it out on popping niggas beats now I ain't never ever trapped I ain't never slung a gat But the world don't know so fuck it, I'm a G now" Man, what the fuck wrong with him? I know something wrong with him I got a hundred bunch o' bullets 'bout to put 'em all in him Nigga walked in with a hundred rounds in him And he's seen a nigga chicken I was comin' down in it Glock nine nigga gotta run around with it I'ma son a nigga, keep it at least one-a-round with it Backpack niggas ain't sellin' no records Better dumb it down with it when you come around with it

This shit is easy man Yo it's crazy nigga I'm really-, I'm really-, I'm really being very generous, you know? Like I'm really doing you a favor, it's not a lot of niggas in my status that come down just to, you know, to come down and spank you niggas, pause man It's crazy, but you know I'ma do for you what niggas didn't do for me - that's older brother status So if you blow from this point on, I'm your cosign nigga, you know what it is Ayy Slow, that's facts right? Big facts, word to Ralph, nigga, word to big Jevante too, nigga You know what's going on nigga-, you know what the fuck's going on, nigga One Umbrella gang, nigga

Joyner finishes off the battle with Kodak Black’s ZeZe beat but doesn’t necessarily finish Tory.

Ahh, shit Joyner!

Yo, nigga's saying, "What a great battle" But you about to see a fucking snake rattle Boy, you just a pony with a pink saddle I'm truly sorry that you stuck inside of Drake's shadow When are you gon' overcome? (Huh) When are you gon' level up? When are you gon' grow another foot? (Huh) When are you gon' show us that you number one? (When) And everything that you accomplished in some years about to take me just a couple months Don't you think I'm bluffing neither I thought you were tougher, eager (Damn) How you almost signed to Justin Bieber? You look like a fuckin' beaver (Haha) Ten years in the game but yo' ass still sittin' on the fucking bleachers Boy, you just another diva (Just another diva) Heard yo' grandmama kicked you out the house screaming "Tory, we don't fucking need you" Why yo' daddy up and leave you? (Why) I guess this is how they fucking treat you And you my puppet, you my Cousin Skeeter This ain't what you wanted, they been waiting for it I'm Joyner Lucas, what the fuck you niggas take me for (What the fuck) I pull up in a Demon but I kill Satan for it If you want attention Tory you gon' have to pay me for it All these hoes love me but you sucker niggas hate me for it You roll up on me, catch a shot at ya Mercedes door The bullets fly, you recline like a La-Z-Boy All you do is cry, you a child, you my baby boy You call yourself Tory after The Notorious Big (Yeah) Biggie turning in his grave when he hear yo' shit Don't ever think that you could ever come compare yo' shit Little girls and kids only ones who feel yo' shit I skipped the plaques on my way to a Grammy All your records soft and sweet, niggas think that you candy Your niggas really convinced you that you think you can scare me And you got identity issues, niggas think you a tranny, really? (Damn) Tory tell us why you always gotta lie in your rhymes (Why) I know keeping up with lies can get tiring sometimes You not a G and deep down you wanna hide sometimes Staring at the sunshine and start crying sometimes Your real name is Daystar, you been dying to shine And when you sing you kinda sound like you dying sometimes You make the type of tracks that had me feelin' silent inside Nobody take you serious, put all the violence aside Okay, let's talk about your plagiarism that you hate to mention (Yeah) Or talk about the hate you giving to the greats you dissing (Let's talk about it) And that writer who wrote yo' shit still ain't get paid on that "Don't Die" record You should probably go pay the nigga (Yeah, man) And how the fuck you talk about Kendrick when he a legend (Huh) Then go bite the nigga style on your record right at the ending On 4AM Flex 2 minutes and 50 seconds Sound exactly like the Art of Peer Pressure, go take a listen You inspired by the niggas you name dropped Catch fire in the rain, no umbrella to shelter you and no rain drops When I seen you on Flex, I gave props But then we found out you stole Don Q shit from the train stop You thought you were fly 'til the plane drop Ugly motherfucker tryna stunt in a tank top It's no wonder why they used to feed yo' ass with a slingshot You my son, this the last time I'll give you a Ring Pop Sit down, you on punishment And don't get up until you see me And don't even think about touching that TV No more video games, no more phone, no more 3D No more radio or boombox for your weak ass CD Matter of fact, give me your chains back and everything I bought you You a disgrace to this family and everything I taught you I hate to say it son but you make me sick I should'a knew you weren't shit when you came out with a baby dick It's no wonder why you pay for pussy Tory you think you slick All you do is lounge around the house all day like a lazy prick Shit, highly disappointed in you son, I need some answers How come you couldn't follow in my steps and be a dancer? Or maybe write a book like me or be somebody's grandpa Instead you wanna be a fucking rapper with some hair plugs No more rapping, give me your pen and paper No more lying to the people on how you the biggest gangster Now hurry up and get your juicy out the refrigerator You going to bed at eight o'clock and not a minute later No, I don't wanna hear it No, let this be a lesson Close your mouth and go into your room like I suggested I'm a get real Joe Jackson in a second Matter of fact, give me your toys, I'm adding that to the collection I just did a show and got it lit ya little nigga And my freestyles killing your originals nigga Couldn't name a bitch I couldn't get ya little nigga You a rebound, even Scottie Pippen know nigga You ain't from Toronto, put that on the Bible I put six hollows in your Ferragamo Nigga, you from Brampton, go spin the bottle Bitch I'm from New England, me and Brady in the El Dorado Now come get on my level, I'm hard as metal I bomb the ghetto, I brought the shovel I bury all of you little ninja turtles You Donatello, you soft as jello You must be gone off that Amaretto It's hard to tell 'cause you soft as pillows You fucking midget, I call you Willow I throw you out a fucking car window I step all over your Margielas, you caught feelings Yo' heart spinning, my bars illing I'm Bob Dylan, I'm John Lennon, I'm authentic Your bars running no off limits Don't talk business, don't talk, listen I'm off this so you fuck this you fuck! Nigga

What, nigga Fuck out my face nigga Ayy nigga look We gonna get one in, pause Let's not, let's not do this back and forth shit no more I, I think we know what's up, you know Ha ha ha, Joyner

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Kanye West - Ghost Town

Some day, some day Some day I'll, I wanna wear a starry crown

Some day, some day, some day I wanna lay down, like God did, on Sunday Hold up, hold up Some day, some days, I remembered this on a Sunday Back way, yeah, way, way, burning, mhm-mhm Uh, some days, not gonna please everybody Some days I wanna hit the red dot on everybody Some days, ohh (Heatstroke) Now that I'm livin' high, I'm smokin' marijuana Now that I'm livin' high, I do whatever I wanna, oh, yeah

I've been tryin' to make you love me But everything I try just takes you further from me

Some day we gon' set it off Some day we gon' get this off Baby, don't you bet it all On a pack of Fentanyl You might think they wrote you off They gon' have to rope me off Someday the drama'll be gone And they'll play this song on and on Sometimes I take all the shine Talk like I drank all the wine Years ahead but way behind I'm on one, two, three, four, five No half-truths, just naked minds Caught between space and time This not what we had in mind But maybe some day

I've been tryin' to make you love me But everything I try just takes you further from me

Woah, once again I am a child I let it all go, of everything that I know, yeah Of everything that I know, yeah And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed, yeah And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed, yeah And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed, yeah And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed, yeah And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free

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Joe Budden - Who Killed Hip-Hop

Can anybody pinpoint the day it went wrong? I mean, I used to blame Reggaeton, I can’t front I thought all that was corny, was it Ja’s fault? Lil Mo said she ain’t get paid for "Put It On Me" Look, you bring it up and dudes get on some coy shit Was it T-Pain with that funny voice shit? Or was it Lil Wayne with that funny voice shit? The whole game dick rode that funny voice shit I can’t tell when it happened Was it when Lil Jon showed dudes you could sell without rapping? Was it Laffy Taffy? I thought they was kiddin’ Shawty Lo said ‘Dey Know!’, I really didn’t Dancin’ became cool again, then came "Walk It Out" But I ain’t know what the fuck niggas was talkin’ bout Unit kicked Game out, they ain’t give a fuck Then we see the same shit happen to Buck It was a few years ago, but I remember the summer 50 made fans start looking at the numbers A&R’s won’t take risks, they won’t sign niggas The word ‘swag’ came out and started to blind niggas Rap dudes want reality shows And my dumbass was thinking that reality sold Did it start with the iPod? Or when rappers had to pay DJ’s for them to do their job? Now all the content is the same, it don’t differ Everybody sold some drugs or pulled triggers The more you think about, you gonna just get sicker I mean, why the fuck would Nas wanna call his shit ‘Nigga’? NIGGA! Was it when the Wu broke up? Pac, B.I.G., Pun went to sleep, never woke up Lupe was doing a tribute and choked up Some of these stupid ass fans was like, “So what?” Some them they ain’t educated Fuck blaming the south, we ain’t segregated I mean, it was all good around the Kiss and Beans shit Took a left turn around the Kiss and Green shit Maybe it all started when Roc-A-Fella parted Ways, it’s natural to shift toward fame I watched every last one of dudes shit on Dame Kind of got that in common, I can dig that pain When they gave Jay a desk and suit They finally gave a rapper a chance to come execute But somethin’ told me the suits at the tables was hurtin’ They Fired everybody, labels started merging Far as sales? The decline is strong As the experts, they’ll say that the climate’s wrong I mean, some niggas prime is gone I peeped it when niggas started puttin’ fake diamonds on You can tell a dude, “I spit better than you” But then he’ll say, “I’m richer for whatever I do” I seen all this coming, I knew what we was in for Back when Erick Sermon had jumped out of the window Was it when Ma$e retired? He couldn't hack it Tip could, he just needed some more ratchets DJ’s, Producers, the one’s who get us the farthest Said, “Fuck rappers!”, and they became the artists I gotta talk candid Did we start having issues around the same time Jimmy and Cam did? Or was it when Chingy thought he ain't need Ludacris? His Next album, found out that that was ludicrous Papoose and Clipse both survived Inking with Jive, then getting jived Your man Jae Hood repped that D-Block gang Then I seen dude dragging his D-Block chain Or did one-hit wonders change it all along? They made labels only want to sign a dude’s song And you really don’t know shit If you think the fans pick the videos on 106 I’m just stating the truth Did it start when Fox stayed in the news More than she did the booth? Or was it when Lil Kim stopped exploiting sex? The fuck is up with DMX? I hope dude’s straight Have an opinion and they gonna say you hate I can’t front, I’m missing the old Clue tapes Next thing, the underground sunk further The feds was on Irv so The Inc dropped Murder I never blame Fab, Jeezy, Rick Ross Did shit get lost when Shyne went up north? I’ll never understand the hiphop police When hiphop is what hiphop needs to police These blatant-ass radio attempts sound so bland Twista kept trying to recreate ‘Slow Jamz’ Then we send the wrong message with our slang Broke niggas blowing they rent to make it rain So you walk in and give a bitch a few $20′s She’ll smerk her face up, looking at you funny This chick told me she only take new money Man, I snatched my shit back sooo fast Or did it start when rappers said, ‘Fuck it’ Sacrificed music and started raping they budget Nothing wrong with dude’s being candy or pop Something was wrong when Joc did the Candy Shop We buying our own records, maybe no one’s to blame Are we a business that we can’t afford to maintain? Second week show that boy numbers ain’t high I hate to break it to you, numbers always lie Or when Ortiz signed to Aftermath And Now he’s feeling the aftermath Was it Fight Klub fucking with them battle raps? Not too many of them gettin’ signed after that I mean, some can’t stay afloat A million Busta albums he’s still not mentioned with the GOATs Fuck looking for answers, time will tell Was it when Def Jam didn’t want to resign L? A 15-year old told me Cass was ass Rather than spazz, all dude could do was laugh Or was it when the whole East Coast fell off? Or got comfortable, maybe dude’s was too well off The more niggas said they didn’t write down lyrics The more it started to sound like they didn’t But, do whatever you can to keep the lights on But Dumbin’ down just became the new “DYLAN!” Honestly, I ain’t know what to think A few years ago we had the young kids wearing pink I can’t blame the fans for not knowing a damn thing When We trained them to be this way I mean showed ‘em whatever to sell with no limits Since the early 90′s, sold ‘em a false image So when some shit comes that don’t fit the mold It’s like mole and nigga you won’t even do Gold They watch the videos See you on the corner with a whole bunch of people and think that you hood They turn on the TV See these video bitches and they think niggas girls really look that good I mean They get so many free verses when the album drops, the shit’s more like a bonus Why pay for it? Why take onus? With one click of the mouse they could own it

I mean some of them are fooled so easily By whatever we say or we show ‘em on TV But that was all part of the plan Or was it when Eminem made ‘Stan’? I swear some of these fans, they put they whole life on the line It’s like they can’t like more than one rapper at a time Less about the product, more about the digits It’s a business, we got less fans and more critics Maybe we at a cross Canibus made one of the dopest diss records but some still say he lost And I ain’t believe my ears when niggas tried to tell me That KRS-One had a rap beef with Nelly If rap was alive, we’d be trying to be the best rappers ever Not the best rapper alive But you won’t get accepted at all if you ain’t street tough Onyx was the hardest ’til Sticky got beat up Now ‘I’m A Thug’ is how I gotta behave If I wanna be paid, if I wanna see praise You know something’s wrong when niggas are getting shot And you gotta sit and wonder if the whole thing’s staged It ain’t REAL no more Or did we just expand on our audience, maybe we appeal to more Or, do we think ya’ll are just getting dumber? We tried to make gettin’ older getting younger Did we lose our hunger? Something’s gotta give Did we outgrow ourselves? Is hiphop for kids? If it is, they turn on MTV Cribs And think, “That’s where these motherfuckers really live!” Or, was it when Lauryn Hill dropped a classic? So did the Fugees, til Wyclef tapped it Songs don’t do it no more, the shit’s shocking Seen it when “Lean Back” had the whole world rocking Now it’s “Fuck your bars!” if your hook is fly So we look at Crooked I with a crooked eye Dope ass rappers ain’t seeing no dough If everything’s commercial, where the fuck is the show? But anybody making a dime, see ima wish well Still we took a big L losing Big L Or was it when YouTube came in the game? Now nobody’s from their living room can make a name Or when Indies like Koch came and blew up Niggas at the majors they literally threw up To some, it ain’t fun no more You know it’s fucked up when DMC don’t talk to Run no more To many egos, like we ain’t one no more Shit’s predictable, niggas ain't stunned no more We startin’ to see shit we never seen before At one point, we even had the magazines at war OR, was it street DVD’s like Smack? Showed you just how stupid your favorite rapper would act This shit get lifeless When MTV made a list of the hottest and ignored the nicest Changed the whole steelo I mean the averaged fan never heard of Goodie Mob or a Cee Lo But they heard of Gnarls Barkley! And Dr. Carter still say we got a heartbeat I ain’t gonna lie, I was scared to death, straight up I started to hear rumors of an Outkast breakup I was like, “That ain’t true, it sounds desperate” Then started to see Big Boi and 3K separate We had periods where it was drier than a desert Are we all killin’ this shit? Is it a group effort? Are we alive and well or barely surviving? Is it R&B’s fault? Them niggas is thriving Then a lot of people go and blame LimeWire I don’t think it’s downloadin’ dog, the line’s tired Did the fans just get tired of the outcome? One dope single and a bullshit album So they share albums with each other Was it Master P with them ugly ass album covers? Or when we started appearing in the news? Timberland said they didn’t want black niggas wearing they boots I mean, I know it got foggy, at least blurry When the label dude got knocked out by Keith Murray Or was it when we became obsessed with the brand names? Had the kids trying to buy shit they can’t name And some think the evidence is ample Did it start when Puff took advantage of the sample? Is it all watered down with no fire? If you had enough money you can buy a ghostwriter Or the Diamond District, with Jacob the Jeweler Had to buy his watch to be looked at as cooler Fucking with them trends Our stupid asses wasted a hundred grand on shit that ain’t even in Look, is the game now as bad as it’s ever been? It’s not ringtones, just the songs that they represent I heard all of ‘em The sad part I wouldn't recognize most these niggas if I saw ‘em I can’t explain it, I don’t know what to tell ya Now goin’ Gold is look at as a failure Maybe old heads in charge just weren't able DJ’s is spinning now with no turntable Maybe the fans are just bored of us Or maybe there ain't enough room for all of us It’s like, even a friendship will stop at a point Mike Jones went platinum off of Slim Thug’s joint But there’s so many ways to get fuckin’ rich Supahead caked off by just suckin’ dick Did we sell out just to get in demand more? Did we go against everything we used to stand for? Both are likely There’s two sides to a coin, who you rollin’ with: Souljah Boy or Ice-T? Some niggas wanna sit around and complain about I rather analyze, seek how it came about If we could rewind the world We wouldn’t have to watch Flava Flav try to find his girl Look, today it’s all about marketing and promo I remember VH1 was just for old folks But no ma’am If I ain’t know better, I would think that mix show is now programmed We let the power of the dollar annihilate us Now the size of our chain gonna validate us It’s too simple, they can’t think we’re really deep I just heard Chris Brown on the A Millie beat Seen a video, it’s called Lookin’ Ass Niggas Grabbed the remote, tired of lookin’ at niggas But that let a nigga know if we ain’t dead Then we just half alive, maybe brain dead Did it start when Capone left Nore? Nah, he went to jail, that’s a whole different story

Or, maybe somethings really wrong with our ears Obie Trice got dropped, so much for Cheers Female emcees, they don’t ever hit the target Somebody said they saw Amil working in a Target The sad part is we already lost Remy Or did we go wrong when E-v-e got skinny? What’s up with Jacki-O, Rah Digga, that I can’t figure And Trina ain’t been the same since Nan Nigga I know it had to do something to his heart beat When Lady of Rage started doing Steve Harvey I know we caught a lil’ trama Somewhere between Yo Yo, Boss, and Lil Mama Lot of females found another way to extort Most of our video models have turned escort Do anything to see dough So they’ll exchange sex with an artist or director for a lead role Or should we get back to basics? Where’s the Rakim’s or the Master Ace’s? The Big Daddy Kane’s, or did we never recover From Dre not being on the side of Ed Lover Or when rap dude started signin’ their friends? Instead of going out and tryin’ to find niggas with skill Seen it happen when D-12 put out Purple Pills And while the whole hood laughed, them niggas sold a Mil’ Some of us ain’t prepared for something so lucrative I just heard Yung Berg say some stupid shit Like we almost caught one in the torso When each Bone Thugs member took they own crossroads Some disagree, some gotta see the same Or maybe Hip Hop died on Aailyah’s plane If it relocated where did it move to? I still Love H.E.R. the way Common used to Or did Bill O’ Reily come fuck up the spirit? With negative remarks about everybody’s lyrics Spend all this time dissin us Nigga you 95 years old motherfucker shouldn’t be a listener Lost Jam Master, who was tougher then leather Or did it start when Treach started fuckin Pepa? As our jeans got tighter and our tee’s got longer I’m trying to figure which age group we belong to Or did we all go astray, the second Dr. Dre left N.W.A.? I mean in my opinion we was on easy street When he was beefin’ with Eazy-E Or did we get fucked up when producers found a way to cheat? Signin unknown niggas to start making their beats If you sell your own shit it gotta go for cheap Put my name on it and the price increase Or, is it cause everybody’s so self-centered? Is that the reason Hip Hop itself ain’t centered? Or have we already seen this shit with our own eyes? Rico Suave, Hammer, and Vanilla Ice Everybody want in the game so in return You got label executives fuckin’ their interns And anybody lookin’ at that new Vibe bracket Should see that they don’t know a thing about this rap shit Or maybe we shoulda stopped being proud When there was no more Rawkus and no more Loud Tried to get conscious around Vote or Die So they made it look like all our votes was lies As the years go on it’s like we keep gettin more voids We got lost when we lost one of the Lost Boys I knew we was impersonating a fraud When Kay-Slay smacked my man at the awards Regardless, it’s our fault as artists Runnin’ with entourages who act like they ain’t never left the projects Who do we wanna target Will they put an Uncle Murda cd in a Wal-Mart or a Target We got the nerve to not wanna hear Ras Kass But fuck with V.I.C. “Get Silly” and that trash I felt ashamed When J-Kwon told me he ain’t like Raekwon cause he stole his name Was back when everybody in the club got tipsy Now every contract gotta be 360 So fuck eatin’ better scrape the plate Now every beat gotta at least have an 808 Did the lights get dim when we first heard Mims? And said “Another New York rapper on the South tip” Is it overcrowded? They keep sayin “If it’s so fucked up, then do something about it” I doubt it, there’s just one thing they don’t understand That job is way bigger then just one man Or maybe all of these pleas that it’s deceased Is false and it’s right where it needs to be? Maybe we built on something that’ll last forever See ‘Face and Geto Boys just got back together Maybe no one can stop us, even other genre’s now jock us We even doing songs with the rockers How is that the feelin’? Kanye’s amazin’, Wayne just sold a Million We closer to a ceilin’ How are we in a coma? When we the only business you can excel without a diploma Technology changed, made everything simple Myspace is now a dude’s bio slash demo Aside from this rap we generatin’ more money We took it global and penetrated other countries So let’s celebrate, sip some Cris’ Some more shit we embrace just to end up dissed Go and buy the bar out so we can all get bent Let’s go and cop a bunch of cars just to still pay rent Or here’s another bright idea to entertain Let’s go and put our face on the bottom of a chain Are some of us just nigga rich, with nigga money While Jews keep laughin, “Look at these nigga dummies” Should Hip Hop be a steppin’ stool Till we find another role we can step into? Some of us doin’ movies as a matter of fact And some never stopped to plan life after rap I mean, as a whole did we stop movin’ further Around the time Snoop Dogg went on trial for murder? Or was it Scarface creatin’ these clonies? 30 years later everybody’s still Tony Maybe anybody complaining is deranged Can you expect something to grow and not change? We’re socially accepted, deviated our old route To simplify the term we all sold out I think I figured out who’s to blame Started out Obama, ended up McCain So we Kurt Cobain’d ourself and we’re defeated So next time they ask “who killed it” tell em WE DID!!!

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J Cole - 1985 (Intro to “The Fall Off”)

1985 (Intro to "The Fall Off") Lyrics

1985, I arrived 33 years, damn, I'm grateful I survived We wasn't s'posed to get past 25 Joke's on you motherfucker, we alive All these niggas popping now is young Everybody say the music that they make is dumb I remember I was 18 Money, pussy, parties, I was on the same thing You gotta give a boy a chance to grow some Everybody talkin' like they know somethin' these days Niggas actin' woke, but they broke, umm I respect the struggle but you all frontin' these days Man, they barely old enough to drive To tell them what they should do, who the fuck am I? I heard one of 'em diss me, I'm surprised I ain't trippin', listen good to my reply Come here lil' man, let me talk with ya See if I can paint for you the large picture Congrats 'cause you made it out your mama's house I hope you make enough to buy your mom a house I see your watch icy and your whip foreign I got some good advice, never quit tourin' 'Cause that's the way we eat here in this rap game I'm fuckin' with your funky lil' rap name I hear your music and I know that rap's changed A bunch of folks would say that that's a bad thing 'Cause everything's commercial and it's pop now Trap drums is the shit that's hot now See, I've been on a quest for the next wave But never mind, that was just a segue I must say, by your songs I'm unimpressed, hey But I love to see a Black man get paid And plus, you havin' fun and I respect that But have you ever thought about your impact? These white kids love that you don't give a fuck 'Cause that's exactly what's expected when your skin black They wanna see you dab, they wanna see you pop a pill They wanna see you tatted from your face to your heels And somewhere deep down, fuck it, I gotta keep it real They wanna be black and think your song is how it feels So when you turn up, you see them turnin' up too You hit the next city, collect your money when it's due You gettin' that paper, swimmin' in bitches, I don't blame you You ain't thinkin' 'bout the people that's lookin' like me and you True, you got better shit to do You coulda bought a crib with all that bread that you done blew I know you think this type of revenue is never endin' But I wanna take a minute just to tell you that ain't true One day, them kids that's listening gon' grow up And get too old for that shit that made you blow up Now your show's lookin' light cause they don't show up Which unfortunately means the money slow up Now you scramblin' and hopin' to get hot again But you forgot you only popped 'cause you was ridin' trends Now you old news and you goin' through regrets 'Cause you never bought that house, but you got a Benz And a bunch of jewels and a bunch of shoes And a bunch of fake friends, I ain't judgin' you I'm just tellin' you what's probably gon' happen when you rappin' 'Bout the type of shit you rappin' 'bout It's a faster route to the bottom I wish you good luck I'm hoping for your sake that you ain't dumb as you look But if it's really true what people sayin' And you call yourself playin' with my name Then I really know you fucked, trust I'll be around forever 'cause my skills is tip-top To any amateur niggas that wanna get rocked Just remember what I told you when your shit flop In five years you gon' be on Love & Hip-Hop, nigga

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XXXTENTACION - BAD!

Shawty, heard you bad... word? So profane Somethin' like a bad, word, want your love Call me when you can, girl Goin' up, goin' down, in and out, turn around Shawty, heard you bad... word? So profane Somethin' like a bad, word, want your love Call me when you can, girl Goin' up, goin' down, in and out, turn around Love you the way you movin' now

I might be insane, yeah But I love the pain, yeah Feel it in the brain, yeah-ahh Realize she just want me hit it right 'Cause I get 'em goin' right

Shawty, heard you bad... word? So profane Somethin' like a bad, word, want your love Call me when you can, girl Goin' up, goin' down, in and out, turn around Shawty, heard you bad... word? So profane Somethin' like a bad, word, want your love Call me when you can, girl Goin' up, goin' down, in and out, turn around Love you the way you movin' now

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A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie - Look Back At It

Look back at it She ain't never do this before, but she good at it Said she never made love, but she good at it (She good at it) She make a nigga feel good when I look at it (Yeah) I get goosebumps when I look at it (Look at it) Oh, girls just wanna have fun with it (Fun with it) All the girls just wanna have fun with me (Fun with me) These girls ain't really no good for me, yeah

Drrrat, da-da, da Drrrat, da-da-da, da Drrrat, da-da-um-da Drrrat, da-da-da-um-da Yeah, got a new Benz that I ain't promotin', yeah All of my friends love money throwin' Drrrat, da-da-da-um-da

Let me tell you something 'bout my life And every single chain, and my diamond rings The way you walkin', the way you talkin', it's all because of me And the way I'm all on you, girl, you know it's true The way I speak, it's my melody Don't you ever think it's another me Girl, on everything, it's a lot on me I cannot be seen, I cannot be takin' apologies Yeah, they plot on me, 'cause that bag on me Yeah, they after me, I got racks on me Got the stash on me, think they gassin' me Yeah, hoodie on low but I stay focused Yeah, it's hard to stay low when everybody notice, yeah

Look back at it She ain't never do this before, but she good at it Said she never made love, but she good at it She make a nigga feel good when I look at it I get goosebumps when I look at it Oh, girls just wanna have fun with it All the girls just wanna have fun with me These girls ain't really no good for me, yeah

Drrrat, da-da, da Drrrat, da-da-da, da Drrrat, da-da-um-da Drrrat, da-da-da-um-da Yeah, got a new Benz that I ain't promotin', yeah All of my friends love money throwin' Drrrat, da-da-da-um-da Drrrat, da-da-um-da

Can I come by and vibe? (Can I?) I get a different type of fly (Fly) Hit a lick and split it with my guys (My guys) Gettin' rich I'm really lit, but I (I) Ain't shit, I admit it but I try (I try) If I'm wrong, just tell me that I'm right Let me tell you somethin' 'bout my life (My life)

Look back at it Said she never made love, but she good at it (Good at it) I get goosebumps when I look at it (When I look at it) All the girls just wanna have fun with me These girls...

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Kendrick Lamar - The Heart Part 4

Don't tell a lie on me I won't tell the truth 'bout you Don't tell a lie on me I won't tell the truth 'bout you

30 millions later, my future favors The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior Travel round the atlas in this spaceship candy-coated My day shift's been devoted to fuckin' up bundles of paper Pi equals 3.14 The devil's pie is big enough to justify the whole thing Wait up Lampin' in Jamaica, the cloud's turnin', my thought's turnin' Burnin' castor oil, I been determined to make an earnin' This seed in this soil is classified I'm satisfied when I strategize my kid's future I ain't sanctified enough to say that I won't shoot ya I done vandalized the industry full circuit The earthiest slash thirstiest nigga you know versus this Scum of a land that transcends two surfaces The richer the poorer, the bigger the picture The more blood pours, but...

Don't tell a lie on me I won't tell the truth 'bout you Don't tell a lie on me I won't tell the truth 'bout you

My fans can't wait for me to son ya punk ass and crush your whole lil shit I'll Big Pun ya punk ass, you a scared little bitch Tiptoein' around my name, nigga ya lame And when I get at you homie don't you just tell me you was just playin' (Oh I was just playin' with you K-Dot, c'mon You know a nigga rock with you, bro) Shut the fuck up, you sound like the last nigga I know Might end up like the last nigga I know Oh you don't wanna clash? Nigga, I know I put my foot on the gas, head on the floor Hoppin' out before the vehicle crash, I'm on a roll Yellin', "1, 2, 3, 4, 5 I am the greatest rapper alive" So damn great motherfucker I've died What you hearin' now is a paranormal vibe House on the hill, house on the beach nigga (facts) A condo in Compton, I'm still in reach nigga (facts) I'm fresh out the water I'm 'bout to breach nigga The five foot giant woke up out of his sleep nigga Oh yeah, oh yeah, more cars, more leers More bars, no peers, no scars, no fear, fuck y'all, sincere I heard the whispers, I curved the whispers, you know what the risk is Earth indigenous, ya body reverting to stiffness The whole world goin' mad Bodies is adding up, market's about to crash Niggas is fake rich, bitches is fake bad Blacks that act white, Whites that do the dab Donald Trump is a chump, know how we feel, punk Tell 'em that God comin' And Russia need a replay button, y'all up to somethin' Electoral votes look like memorial votes But America's truth ain't ignorin' the votes It's blasphemy, how many gon' blast for me? I prophesied on my last song, you laughed at me Oh when the shit get brackin', don't you ask for me How many leaders gon' tell you the truth after me? G Malone big bro, kudos to him I was 2 Os from an M, tryna be big as Em 30 millions later my future favors The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior Salmon and capers, fame and lawsuits You looking at me in Chucks, I'm looking at y'all suits Me and Top Dawg playing rock, papers, scissors in court And real hustler lose money just to go get some more I said it's like that, drop one classic, came right back 'Nother classic, right back My next album, the whole industry on the ice pack With TOC You see the flames and my E-Y-E's It's not a game and the whole world is going mad, daddy It's sad, daddy My only advice? Go and get you a bag daddy Lee Baca, on trail tryin' portray a boxer Beatin' up on my niggas while the COs watch 'em Tables turn, lesson learned, my best look You jumped sides on me, now you 'bout to meet Westbrook Go celebrate with your team and let victory vouch you Just know the next game played, I might slap the shit out you Technical foul, I'm flagrant, I'm fouled They throwin' me out, you throwin' the towel Look at the crowd, they (nah, I don't like that) Look at my smile, I'm smirking Calm but urgent (that ain't the style, fuck) So many verses, you live in denial (fuck) So many verses, I never run out, what? (You making him nervous, the music is loud) Hoe, Jay Z Hall of Fame, sit your punk ass down (sit yo' punk ass down) So that means you ain't bigger than rapping (what else?) So that means no more playing the backseats (what else?) My spot is solidified if you ask me (what else?) My name is identified as "that king" I'll let y'all worry about a list, I'm on some other shit A difference between accomplishments and astonishments You know what time it is, ante up, this is in forever Y'all got till April the 7th to get ya'll shit together

Let's get it! Look look, on foenem

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Kendrick Lamar - HUMBLE

Wicked or weakness You gotta see this Waaaaay (yeah, yeah!)

Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits But now I'm countin' this Parmesan where my accountant lives In fact, I'm downin' this D'USSÉ with my boo bae, tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts Girl, I can buy yo' ass the world with my paystub Ooh, that pussy good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods? I get way too petty once you let me do the extras Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin' Tetris A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funk Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk My left stroke just went viral Right stroke put lil' baby in a spiral Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note It's levels to it, you and I know, bitch, be humble

(Hol' up, bitch) sit down (Hol' up lil' bitch, hol' up lil' bitch) be humble (Hol' up, bitch) sit down (Sit down, hol' up, lil' bitch) Be humble (bitch) (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) bitch, sit down Lil' bitch (hol' up, lil' bitch) be humble (Hol' up, bitch) sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) be humble (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch) sit down (Hol' up lil' bitch) be humble (Hol' up, bitch) sit down (Hol' up, sit down, lil' bitch) (Sit down, lil' bitch, be humble) (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch) bitch, sit down (Hol' up, bitch) be humble (Hol' up, bitch) sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)

Who dat nigga thinkin' that he frontin' on man, man? (Man, man) Get the fuck off my stage, I'm the Sandman (Sandman) Get the fuck off my dick, that ain't right I make a play fuckin' up your whole life I'm so fuckin' sick and tired of the Photoshop Show me somethin' natural like afro on Richard Pryor Show me somethin' natural like ass with some stretchmarks Still will take you down right on your mama's couch in Polo socks, ayy This shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy I don't fabricate it, ayy, most of y'all be fakin', ayy I stay modest 'bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy If I kill a nigga, it won't be the alcohol, ayy I'm the realest nigga after all, bitch, be humble

(Hol' up, bitch) sit down (Hol' up lil' bitch, hol' up lil' bitch) be humble (Hol' up, bitch) sit down (Sit down, hol' up, lil' bitch) Be humble (bitch) (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) bitch, sit down Lil' bitch (hol' up, lil' bitch) be humble (Hol' up, bitch) sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) be humble (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch) sit down (Hol' up lil' bitch) be humble (Hol' up, bitch) sit down (Hol' up, sit down, lil' bitch) (Sit down, lil' bitch, be humble) (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch) bitch, sit down (Hol' up, bitch) be humble (Hol' up, bitch) sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)

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The Roots - How I Got Over

Uh, uh...uh, uh-huh

Out on the streets, where I grew up First thing they teach us, not to give a fuck That type of thinking can’t get you nowhere Soooome-onnnne haaaas tooooo care

How I got over... where the people come apart Don't nobody care about cha, only thing you got is God Out here in these streets.. if you get down on your luck You can stand out, with a hand out But nobody give a fuck Out here in these streets, every man is for himself They ain’t helpin noone else, it's a hazard to your health Livin life in these cold streets Hey, WHO'S worryin 'bout cha, babe? When you whylin out, runnin 'round in these streets

Out on the streets, where I grew up (How I got over...) First thing they teach us, not to give a fuck (How I got o-) That type of thinking can’t get you nowhere (How I got over...) Soooome-onnnne haaaas tooooo care

Yo.. When you on the corners, there's too much drama Livin with the police right behind ya It's always more than a slight reminder We livin in a war zone like Rwanda Before I go back to the Heavenly Father Pray for me if it ain’t too much bother Whatever don't break me a-make me stronger I feel like I can't take too much longer It's too much lyin, and too much fightin I'm all cried out 'cause I grew up cryin They all got a sales pitch I ain't buyin They tryin to convince me that I ain't tryin We uninspired, we unadmired And tired and sick of being sick and tired of livin in the hood where the shots are fired We dyin to live, so to live, we dyin You just like I am

Out on the streets, where I grew up (How I got over...) First thing they teach us, not to give a fuck (How I got o-) That type of thinking can’t get you nowhere (Somebody, somewhere..) Soooome-onnnne haaaas tooooo care

Somebody's gotta care.. And I swear it isn't fair In suspended animation, we ain't tryin to go nowhere Out here in these streets.. We're so young and all alone We ain't even old enough, to realize we're on our own Livin life in these hard streets Where it's like they lost they mind Is there anyway to find? Are we runnin out of time out here? Listen... Hey, WHO'S worryin 'bout cha, babe? When you whylin out, runnin 'round in these streets

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Ab-Soul - ILLuminate (Ft. Kendrick Lamar)

Back when I first grabbed that pen I told myself I was gon' win And I ain't know when But it was gon' end Up happening, I want in So you can take your top 5 list Dead or alive and put me after Em I'm a fucking genius Gripping my fucking penis, living this life You can't tell me nothing Still ain't really got no money fucking right I'm all about that real, about that real This ain't no motion picture I tell you how that feel, how that feel Even when the odds against you They wanna see me wearing Polo drawers Put 2 chains on and that ain't wrong But that ain't me, I go too damn hard I don't need clothes or jewelry to stand out Black lip nigga with his hair wild Too damn proud Been killing this since Cam made Oh Boy Oh boy, I'm the man now TDE, put the money in my hand ain't shit free This business is quick sand and I won't sink Put the pistol in my hand and I won't think Rest in peace, you just made room for the next to be I never been afraid to say what I wanna say when I wanna say it, okay then Further more we do this for y'all Rap is stressin' but it pays great That is until you lose appeal And your release date gets date raped Stay safe, hold your head I got two fifth and a loaf of bread Feed the people, food for thought Because we are equal, who'd have thought

[Hook: Ab-Soul & Kendrick] They wanna share my light You can have all my shine, I'll give you the light

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul] I used to wanna rap like Jay-Z Now I feel like I'm runnin' laps around Jay-Z Nas ain't seen nothing this nasty B.I.G. & Pac got it coming when I pass too You got the mic, I ain't the one you wanna pass to My niggas say my new shit past due I paid dues, even got that shit tattooed HiiiPoWeR on another plateau I know you know we need a few plaques too The brand new niggas with a attitude Poppin' Compton or Timbuktu I might even sell my new shit for 10 bucks too Too I'll when I jot these words True eel when I shock the world I know life's a bitch When you know life's a bitch and that's not your girl Cold shit, I'm hot though Like Cold get, Ab-Soul This is a shift in paradigm I remember when I couldn't spare a dime Now I step in with a pair of dimes On P's, y'all know me Flow like water, admiralty The best author ever to breath And as we proceed to follow these dreams I ain't losing no sleep No, no at them no doors Just know "No" if it's no dough So high but I'm Soulo Two cups and I sip slow Taking my time We don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show Now let's go

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] Time and time I drop line for line But only time will tell If I ever go Columbine And cop 30 nines and cock back and kill See the truth is, they wanna know how close me, Dre and Snoop is Or how the shoe fits when they choose this to be 2Pac But truth I give two shits 'bout Expectations or critics hating Shit, I just put moms on vacation Bitch you never know my new location, it's across nations Court cases get thrown out So tell the motherfucking King dethrone now I am ruler, I am highness The Prince Zamunda I am the shit like what the prune does Black on black tip like Kinta Kunta Black is back bitch I'm the the coupe-da Black on black crime resent the shooter Black, black, black, I intend to mute you Racks on racks, I don't rap on tracks Without my A-game so please don't ask me about no pressure Bitch see the grip on my fingertip I can hold this coast together

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A$AP ROCKY - Fuckin’ Problems

I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem And yeah I like to fuck I got a fucking problem I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem If finding somebody real is your fucking problem Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky] Hold up bitches simmer down Takin' hella long bitch give it to me now Make that thing pop like a semi or a nine Oh baby like it raw with a shimmy shimmy ya Huh, ASAP get like me Never met a motherfucker fresh like me All these motherfuckers wanna dress like me Put the chrome to your dome make you sweat like Keef Cause I'm the nigga, the nigga nigga, like how you figure? Getting figures and fucking bitches, she rollin' swishers Brought her bitches, I brought my niggas, they getting bent up off the liquor She love my licorice, I let her lick it They say money make a nigga act nigga-rish But at least a nigga nigga rich I be fuckin' broads like I be fuckin' bored Turn a dyke bitch out have her fuckin' boys, beast

[Verse 2: Drake] I know you love it when this beat is on Make you think about all of the niggas you've been leading on Make me think about all of the rappers I've been feeding on Got a feeling that's the same dudes that we speakin' on, oh word? Ain't heard my album? Who you sleepin' on? You should print the lyrics out and have a fucking read-along Ain't a fucking sing-along unless you brought the weed along Then ju... (Okay, I got it) Then just drop down and get yo' eagle on Or we can stare up at the stars and put the Beatles on All that shit you talkin' bout is not up for discussion I will pay to make it bigger, I don't pay for no reduction If it's comin' from a nigga I don't know, then I don't trust it If you comin' for my head, then motherfucker get to bustin' Yes Lord, I don't really say this often But this long dick nigga ain't for the long talking, I beast

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] Yeah hoe this the finale My pep talk turn into a pep rally Say she's from the hood but she live inside the valley now Vacate in Atlanta, then she going back to Cali (umm) Got your girl on my line, world on my line The irony I fuck 'em at the same damn time She eyeing me like a nigga don't exist Girl, I know you want this dick Girl, I'm Kendrick Lamar Aka Benz is to me just a car That mean your friends need to be up to a par See my standards are pampered by threesomes tomorrow (uhh) Kill 'em all dead bodies in the hallway Don't get involved listen what the crystal ball say Halle Berry, hallelujah Holla back I'll do ya, beast

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Joe Budden - Wake

[Intro: Kenny Powers] New Joe Budden! Good afternoon everyone. I'm Kenny Powers. If you're here and you're someone Shane cared about, or someone Shane loved. Or maybe you're just somebody who has no business being here at all who's just here because you think it's gonna make you more popular. You know, Shane and I used to fuck around big time. We fuckin' partied hard. We'd ride our vehicles around. Slay ass

My condolences, my condolences Whole family in mourning send my condolences My condolences, crazy I just spoke to him Courtney dropping drinks all in Hooters She losin' focus shit Don't send a text, I don't care y'all mad Shit, I waited 5 days nigga where y'all at? For real, I'm calling Stunna Cause all Summer 16, ain't heard a hot 16 'bout all Summer Awareness is high, say attention I'm seeking Since I'm reaching, it's offensive they're convinced I'm a demon Such a thin disagreement, son my kin for a reason Killing you is expected of me, I don't win an achievement Somebody pinch me I'm dreaming, take this mental reprievement Since I know the nigga, I know this ain't the man that I'm seein' I heard it straight from the 'Bama's mouth, he won't pull a hammer out Wasn't you at Hov's show scared to pull the camera out? I'm seeing habits switch, magic tricks You froggy behind that Apple fix The passiveness in your manor I might react to it Automatic shit Ratchet kids at your crib that can't even spell Calabasas bitch So I take all the guns, load half the clips I just notice you run, we mention half of Clipse I'll save that for another time I'll get back to it I'm kinda shocked to look at what we've advanced to Knew it'd get you dismantled, knew the issues I ran through Sick of the scandal, or maybe I just misunderstand you I kept it a buck, thought that, that was shit you could handle You said that you wondered if anything you doin' was brand new, right? I got him, no one help, father punch below the belt Introspection means dig deep, let's look below the wealth I wanna know myself How you tell bitches know they self When you don't even know yourself? You wouldn't know yourself Say he Canadian, maybe Asian, Croatian Be sounding like his Jamaican friends, depend on what state he in I think you rap good, but you a movie star So that owl's appropriate, we don't know who you are Where did the boy's brain change? Was it the club scene? Now you sound like you use people and love things But later for how you use people and love things The entendres that upswing when I call you drug king That record contract, leaves a lot to exam Never dealt drugs in his life, but sold a lotta gram That's too much baking soda, good thing my break is over They thinking cause my paper lower, this for Rage to blow up Or maybe they just woke up You leverage your celeb, taking waves over That's territorial takeover Maybe he thinks nobody notices Gucci wasn't home two seconds before you rode his dick Bodied Versace flows, copy, that he stole Ay dios mio, sorry Migos, adios amigo Was that your plot all along? Why you ain't do that vid with Fetty but you hopped on the song? No really, we want a Party album But you keep stealing all of Party's album To go and put it on your party album It's plenty reason to slay you Kept going up Tuesday's and now The Weeknd just hates you Are you lifeless? Sound like a zombie on the track Remember "Started From the Bottom," it was Zombie on the Track Know who else started from the bottom? Zombie on the Track How come after that joint I don't see Zombie on a track? I'm from Jersey, so Zombie I got your back Be alarmed the real is finally back Get your guard up now, hope your heart up now Battery in him, let's see if he get charged up now I'm wake I'm wake We at the wake

[Outro: Kenny Powers] Who's Goose and who's Tom Cruise? Well now that Shane is dead I guess we know who is Goose. Shane is Goose. Cause in that motion picture, Goose dies, so Shane is dead so he would be Goose

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Joe Budden - Making Of A Murderer Pt. 1

[Verse 1: Joe Budden] I'm right here per your request, now you stuck in them shoes No alliances with Meek, it's still fuck him too Before we start, to the fans, I'm uncomfortable too Stuck in the booth feelin' like y'all cause I got love for the dude But now my phone blowin' up, they're like what I'm gonna do? Show the world you shouldn't poke a man with nothin' to lose All of this just because I wasn't in love with his Views Whatever happened, I just know they got me fuckin' confused, hey

[Interlude] Mic check, mic check One two, one two Wait a minute! Drake: I'm happy, I'm honored... I'm, I'm, I'm honored to be around you, man Joe Budden: Yo c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon Drake: Okay so I can't be honest on your network here? I can't be honest to your fans and say I'm honored to be around you? Joe Budden: It ain't an honor to be around me! Drake: We all used to listen to you so I don't even... you need to learn how to take compliments. Don't say that in vain, he's one of the best. You know that, right? Other Person: What up? What up? Drake: I said don't say it in vain, you know he's one of the best Other Person: Nah it's all love Joe Budden!

[Verse 2: Joe Budden] Look, enough of the sentimental crap Cool if you into that Fuck all of these subs, who they intended at? I won't believe it's me without forensic facts They don't normally mention Black when pennin' their raps But then I listen back, I heard a pinch of sass Tender ass Teddy come around, he gon' get pinned to grass I come around with every inch of the mag I'm a wordsmith forreal, you thought Quentin was bad You made me proud, lad, but it seems my child mad With all the clout that he grabbed, it's still doubts from his dad Look, this ain't promotional, you just emotional No doubt you got Starbucks, with all that Joe in you I part his reign lightnin' fast, just what Joseph do A black cloud all over the 6, check the overview You're so indirect, shit wasn't real clear Either Jimmy actin' or he really miss a wheelchair What he don't know is we the most kindred of souls I should've did this two Kendricks ago He wanna sing? Well let's get into the show, commence my role For Jodeci, Boyz II Men, we at the end of the road I figure he's that close to his death to know the reaper In fitted sweats with old sneakers, the flow ether Gassed cause he KO'd Omeeka, no Joe's deeper Quick to put extension on singer, that's Moesha Nothin' 'bout Rick slick, but show of the Caesar My crust from the same old pizza as Mona Lisa So how you callin' out the lyrical god? Your face light up when you see me, talkin' Miracle Watts Cause your words ain't sayin' a thing I kilogram without weighin' a thing Nigga you baitin' a king Tell you the way that Golden State say to it's team Aubrey you gotta make a shot, you wanna play on the wing Dem a call me a murderer I never duck, just spray I'ma never miss mi aim Dem a call me a murder There's some truth in that saying Dem a call me a murder Nobody seen nothing, nobody seen nothing What I see, ayy

Look here, I just spit the facts, raging aristocrat Shooters heard them words, wanna get rid of that When they roll up, bet dude won't wanna live his raps He'll see the 6 upside down and wanna switch it back Wrath of a god sinner I'm too real, I bet your star's tender I bet a mil', I'll bet a star tender But since the OG's Hov, here's what I wanna know If ain't no real niggas allowed the fuck would I wanna go? That's thinkin' back to Jay, now let's get back to Drake Both too big to respond to all I have to say Still with all their success and all their accolades The universe makes it so they come right back to me Here's a reminder that we go way back I mean um, you know for me the kid is practice, Hova I make these words flip as if they practice yoga Okay practice over, back to Blacklist Hova Nothin' personal, this Red Reddington Shawn, I don't work for you, still I'm doin' the work for you Payback, wire his jaw, reimbursin' you Metal all behind his face, Sprite commercial you Might have made a mistake out of this one Can't Bell Biv Devoe your way out of this one, nah So, warn your damn campaign that hammers rang I just bought a New Edition, you can't stand the rain Y'all say this soft nigga hard and that, I can't explain Y'all think he's soul for real, I see candy rain So Aubrey when you sub real MCs, you get murdered And since you signed to five guys, makes you a burger

[Hook: Andrea Martin] Dem a call me a murderer I never duck, just spray I'ma never miss mi aim Dem a call me a murder Nobody seen nothing, nobody seen nothing What I see, ayy

Real quick, I don't wanna talk too long. I think you misconstrued the boundaries of this relationship and this friendship. Which in return, has caused me to do the exact same thing. I don't understand how you niggas, and how you in particular, how you can fuck shorty and I dap you and say you a real nigga, and I critique your album and all of a sudden we sensitive. I don't understand how you new niggas work. Maybe I'm out of touch with the rules of today's society. I'm clearing all that. Now let me paint who I am before I allow another nigga to do it for me

I'm from the school of pussy don't get me punch drunk Maybe it's different in the city you come from, look I'm from the school of these hoes belong to everybody No celeb exempt, goes for everybody So when I seen you fucked shorty, not a bitter bone in me I ain't think of how to handle the plan Said I'm aware, have fun, understand that it's, fam Told that to you and not her, that's just the man that I am My nigga, kids got no respect Odd cause you called me for the hoe check on every hoe you checked That makes sense, bad bitches, that's what Joe do best And I's the man 'round these parts when they ain't know you yet Which kinda makes me your OG in Toronto And I ain't charge once, that's for free in Toronto I'm unsure how that came to be in Toronto Nigga I don't even be in Toronto When it rains it pours All that means, dog, get please get a poncho Subs fell short like a free throw from Rondo So rude, he gay, so mean with all the Budden threats As soon as we shoot at King, Demarcus Cousins' next This shit is truly a movie You started a trend bein' a groupie for groupies Shit, I had Bria in the coupe and out her way Before you ever wrote an interlude about her So who you playin' with, clown I'm first shift at the bars, so only means I already made them rounds They say that he the best MC and best flow'er He cook better than me but you love my leftovers Fire the kill shot, the fire still hot Word to your Versace velours that Kyra still got You playin' chess with the chrome of the pump Let it blast, checkered past, shoulda known from the jump It's whatever you wanna roll, executives got your soul Sedatives, I'm repetitive with those records, show for Regular Joe, sellin' records was never the goal I never sold records, I kept records of what was sold Might have made a mistake out of this one Day's long, can't Trey Songz your way out of this one So don't worry yourself, and before I go Fuck a record label, I appear courtesy of myself, Joe