Joe Budden - Dumb Out lyrics

rate me

It's stuck between platinum and flop, underground and mainstream

Concious, backpack, scratch that, same thing

I'm somewhere between the real and the fakeness

The red pill, blue pill, real and the Matrix

And I can't take this

If the game needs a new look, I'm a do a tummy tuck and a face lift

And everything I say in these pages

Is straight from the heart, nah magazines, y'all can't rate this

But I'll be debatin it, it's a bit outragous

Like it's an air virus, and this shits contagious

I'm downloadin like niggaz actually play this

Maybe I'm buggin out, maybe I'm on a spaceship

See I was on my stay out chill shit

The way Mouse kills shit, I'm here just to lay out real shit

Besides, other dudes styles remind me of spinnin rims

That shit got played out real quick

See some wrote him off, some said he was done

Made a joke of, hope he enjoyed the run

I don't enjoy bein shunned, so I'm back as Neo

Fans enjoyed The One, annoint me as begun

I had the whole hood thinkin' he would never eat

Rappers tried to diss, thinkin' we would never meet

I heard it if you said it

You wrote it on online then I read it, now I match it nigga bet it

Cause I remember clearly

Once "Pump It Up" stop soarin, there's a few mother fuckers stopped callin

See I remember shit spread like cancer

I would call folks said, folk ain't answer

A few chicks runnin started pullin they pants up

A few stopped actin like my private dancer

But a lightbulb hit once they started the neglictment

See there I was, thinkin' I was all that sexy

Can't be finished, what nigga I beg ya pard'

I just let niggaz get a head start

I walk to the finish, y'all spread out chase

Nah spead out pace, and I'll still win the race

See I'm joggin

Other niggaz legs starts wobblin, when opportunity is start knockin

You got the crown, pass off like Stockton

It's time to work, I'm offically clocked in

He is a problem, weavin and bobbin'

Through the speculation that his label tried to drop him

I can't leave, even though it's big options

Kev only signed me, to keep this shit rockin'

Don't ask me how I'm doin, I been better

Stuck in cold Feburary, with a thin sweater

I'm far from a "YES" man, I'm a trend setter

It's no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta

Don't put niggaz in the same sink as me

I mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit

They don't use to ink like me

Niggaz don't even think like me

Who sees what I'm watchin, he ain't poppin'

Don't deserve to drink water from the tub that I washed in

WAIT, start again, it's a privilege to breath the same air that I farted in

They want no parts with him

I dare niggaz catagerious me

If my names on a mixtape, then capitalize me

I been stopped goin' to Mixtape Awards

Don't need them to tell me, the mixtapes is yours

I had other ideas, while hittin' loot

I'm thinkin' red carpet, I went and copped a suit

See I'm thinking Grammy's

Sunglasses on, with my On Top family and a bad bitch handy

Each day there's a "W", it felt like heaven

I'm at an actress's house, that felt like neckin'

R&B on, looked and felt like Meagon

Gave me headache too, I felt like an Excedrin

Talk very fly

Least until I baught every pie, me bein' war readys in my eyes

And these dudes might as well be Jamie Foxx

Trying to sound like somebody that already died

The kid keep a snub wit 'em, good pair of gloves wit 'em

Your first week ain't right, they can't fuck wit 'em

Now if you don't sell 5 mill, they had enough of 'em

Let me find out Hip Hop's turnin' Republican

I'll sum it up to what he is about

Still new to both, they still feelin' him out

Things were type blam, Joey seasoned him out

I'm the nicest dude out since "Reasonable Doubt"

Say it ain't so

Rest In Peace Luther, there's some other niggaz gay on the low

So live, who can see 'em, no guy

I'm the Mets, was suppose to be ill in '05

As ill as the flow gets, need a piller don't snitch

So if you can't tell, I'm prepared for '06

About to OD, anybody that know me

Can tell you I'm bout to make shit feel like it's '03

More like '99

No names should be mentioned but mine, unless you talkin' Big Pun in his

prime

Maybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around

Or 2pac without Humpty around

Or 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song

Cam'ron during "Children Of The Corn"

Beans before the cops came through and try to grill 'em

I'm talkin '95, Big L before they killed 'em

Em before 8 Mile, Shyne before the deal shit

Canibus, no album out before the L shit

Talkin' bout Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke

Or Cuban Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost

I do it all, who blendin' so well in the game

Talkin' Fab, back when he was still spellin' his name

On my Diddy shit, Memphis, Grizzlie shit

Like back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit

Rappers don't need trouble with I

Unless it's Rass Kass before the D.W.I

Or Talib with Mos, Common before "Be"

If they any less common, don't put 'em before me

See, I'm not a rapper, I'm a prophet

Tell Joe stop it, skill will speak for you, don't pop shit

Fuck jail, I'm on my payroll cop shit

I call that bootleg cable, it's no box shit

All black, lookin' grimey in the crowd

Heat on him, no shirt, don't try me when I'm out

I toast somethin' tiny that'll blauh

Ain't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' shiney in your mouth

I probably fool cats, cause I don't ride out in some big car

In the streets, like I ain't some big star

And these young mother fuckers, is about to fuck up

Like leavin' they whole career in some bitch car

No name, but it's no sublime

Nigga you know who you are, I'll end it before it goes too far

Your buzz still fucked, you a liar money

Joe's still spendin "Pump It Up", "Fire" money

Glock for hire money, don't try to mug me

Call ass cap, maybe be at mines for money

Please, what's wrong wit 'em, somethin' ain't the norm' wit 'em

Ain't too many dudes out there, out performin 'em

Some require these skills, I was born wit 'em

Street's askin' what's takin' so long wit 'em

Jump Off, I'm the best to happen

He's the answer, the who's got the next in rappin'

I suggest you ask 'em

If Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, then I'm the Windex and a napkin

New dudes is whack, some vet's is has-been's

Some were Top 20, till I crept right passed 'em

It's a wrap, Joey sealin' it nigga

Cold out, Long Johns still dealin' it nigga

Still peelin' it nigga

If I only get 'em two times, just know it was the dilinger nigga

It's that music, don't know how to act music

Gettin' my Kanye on, puttin' out "Crack Music"

Car jack music, out what they lack music

Send my little man, get rid of the pack music

That I'm back music, that click clack music

That A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music

Now who said they fuckin' with me

They just said that fuckin' with me, they didn't mean it (NAH)