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[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz] No I
don't respond with answers that fit a
script So the
repetition will make a
nigga flip We in the
game of smoke and mirrors Those engineering a
bigger spliff Blowing circles out they mouth getting praise but the
shit is shift I
never lived a
myth, if I
said it I
did it Never alleged, word to dead I
gripped a
fifth I
made my housing tenement a
strip, moving medicine and nicks When I
seen them coming I
jetted from them pricks And still to this day, though she clean, I
wish my mommy never sniffed But the
hurt is making me better with this gift I'm live with this ink, you could die in a
blink and Y'all got the
nerve to ask me why do I
drink and Motherfuckers, sometimes I
cry when I'm thinking Y'all ain't there when them tears being dried by the
sink It was cold in the
winter, my community centers who gave me dinner I
ain't mind, my table chairs gave me splinters Set up to be a
loser but was made to be a
winner If they paint Hip-Hop I
bet my face be in the
picture If they wrote a
rap bible, bet my name be in the
scriptures If shorty say I'm her idol, bet her face be in my zipper I
came a
long way from the
staples in my skrilla Stains on my pants hardly had a
cut The
ladies ain't want to dance so house parties would suck All my friends on the
wall, I'm in the
hall with a
cup Nah I
ain't complaining, just telling y'all what it is So if y'all going through it now just know that another kid Made something out of nothing well I'm fronting, I
was never nothing Older ladies used to tell my mother "Ain't he something?" I
look at a
lot of you cats and laugh Cuz I'm the
shit, man, and y'all ain't even passing gas When I
spit, I'm the
definition of mastered craft And all y'all ask about is Aftermath Motherfucker move on [Verse 2: Joe Budden] I
got to give my own interview Since niggas that do my interviews focus on whatever's miniscule And paint me as a
cynical But the
canvas will limit you, you can't go beyond what there's no limit to If I
think Hip-Hop is dead I
think it's being revived And that comes from me being inside Where the
demons get by, see them goodbye If I'm vehement here's why Come from hearing it and seeing venomous lies So the
beast in me cries cuz when it's all you hear Shit can overbear just when the
over in air So I
try to think straight cuz when you stare in the
rear Rest in peace Stewart Shakir, nigga yea I'm on another label, not that other label That mean it's no longer my problem, it's theirs Some say it's a
conspire I
say if everybody's on the
thrown that's just more motive to kill the
heir Ask me about 'Pump It Up' and I'm a
think you sheep Oh you must not know I'm deep I'm so off of music so y'all can soundscan every week Me? I
just got my little man every week Jersey City loves me despite y'all beliefs Cuz they was baby stepping, I
showed them how to leap Ask me about swag, I'm a
change the
topic to lyrics and then brag Plus look at you like a
fag I
love everybody, don't ask about who I
beef with They burnt the
bridge but they was standing underneath it I'm on my grind, Benjamin hunting Was old since I
was young, call me Benjamin Button Stop using slang just for you to be cool Cuz I
go back to when it was cool to be you I'm a
hero, no I
mean I'm Hiro from Heroes Y'all chase zeros Motherfucker I
just got finished hating me, feeling like a
zero They played De Niro, never been there though So before your next thought, understand Know it's much more to me than a
man Either that or move on [Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9"] My rhymes a
reflection of Scarface and Prem's soul Before Jordan was wearing four five I
just look like this, I
just seemed old But I
had to bleed the
blood of a
dirty motherfucker To suffer clean clothes and touch what a
king holds The
real estate market is harsh, everything goes From folds to who you was doing everything for But I
cut them off and move on to the
new checks New friends chasing my new ends with new threats Watching my dreams fold like a
stack of bills In the
pocket of who ain't trying to push up daffodils But we the
super group, you couldn't handle this shit If you were standing before us carrying the
pooper scoop You dealt with shady shit? I
dealt with shady shit But I'm the
only one can truly say I
dealt with Shady's shit I
mean that with all respect to Paul and Sheck But Ryan and Marshal is all you get My flows superb, I
love Pauli Rosenberg What I
say in a
track those just words Baby boy forgive me, I'm just street Cuz I
can change into anything niggas want me to be like Mystique I
don't got to dig deep to realize Slim bought Big Proof a
big jeep Because he deserved it, how can I
mourn The
same way Shady did over him when he knew him when he attended Osborne? Marshal I'm sorry, I
knew it went left I
ain't into fucking my family like incest If you remember ice used to be my life's interest Tell Hailey my wife just had a
princess Since I
made up with Em there's nothing else That I
can move on from so who wants some Like a
jar of Grey Poupon You have to ask anybody in any car Want it? Or move on [Verse 4: Crooked I] When fans picture my interviews they think I'm in a
swimming pool With women who've been abused So they turn into strippers making they living in the
nude One in the
middle blowing my inner tube while the
interviewers getting ridiculed Is this your vision? Cool. Let me give you a
little jewel Any dude who want to sit in my tennis shoes is missing screws Don't get it misconstrued, don't get this shit confused I'm two seconds from prison food, I'm a
different dude Pistol in my reach, man, still in Long Beach, man Hoping if my grind don't help me get out, my speech can I
been in the
streets longer than Yao Ming's wingspan You can be MTV, I'll be C-Span I
deal with politics, bandannas and hollow tips Half you rappers follow this, role models can swallow dick Was stressed out over cash flow Hip-Hop used to console my soul, now it's a
bunch of assholes Rap about a
dance while I'm targeting cops Spit some shit for Oscar Grant, hit the
sergeant with shots Make him a
(ghost) like he part of The
Lox I
won't stop recording till I'm making songs harder than Pac's If it don't happen, at least a
nigga know he right there Every memory under my Dodger hat's a
nightmare As a
kid I
had to steal breakfast And now the
best question you have to ask me, "Is this a
real necklace?" "Where's your beat from Dre?" "Your feature from Cube?" These things leave people confused Cuz they know I
leave speakers abused, I
eat the
EQs I
eat through the
beat, what's the
secret? I
think it's the
shoes Back in Cali, niggas blaze and stress Waiting on Detox to save the
West Even if the
shit is dope it ain't giving you niggas hope Unless your signature's wrote on the
check from Interscope, nope Move on
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