Joe Budden - Inception lyrics

rate me

The bars show you mad struggle

Along with detailed scriptures of my past trouble

That’s why they try to keep me quiet with a bad muzzle

Can’t take the same leaps and bounds as me

When they lack the hustle and the calf muscle

Words from a legend speaking from the heart

Said, if you going to war, weaponry is a start

Do your dirt all by your lonely, let it be in the dark

You givin birds bread then let it be in the park, Joey

Tip me wrong, mini mall when the semi’s warm

Bout my bread, so I spot it if a penny’s gone

And I’ll bet, learned that from the nets

If you tryna be a Billionaire get rid of any Thorn

Cause you’ll get f-cked if they shoot you, emptied on

It’s just they way of making a mini porn

I watch my haters get sick

If it’s that hard living in my shadow

Get off my silhouette’s d-ck

Tailor made suits, double breast fit

Set trip, get your name on the next clip

Sometimes before you can add you gotta minus

Some of y’all don’t get the math or the science

It means I’m aiming for wealth

Some say sky’s the limit I say you’re short changing yourself

so uh ha, uh ha, y’all aint the same as me, I get bread

You lose Jackson’s, Jermaine Dupri

BS about Joe, refrain it please

You’ll just untame a beast, he just became unleashed

All who defend are deceased, so the topic should pass

An assembly line would show em I”m not in they class

Had some alright jams, them fans came and left

And you ain’t know they was one night stands

Let em testify, witness’s, hearin is indicative

N-ggas is sick of it, let it go, and get a grip

(Hook)

I think I’m Sug’ Ray, Ali

Joe Fraiz’ who the f-ck gon stop me

He think he Holyfield, Iron Mike

Fo’ fifth let em feel what the iron like

I think I’m Mayweather, Pacquiao

Screamin money ain’t a thing pullin stacks out

I think I’m Cotto, Shane Mosley

Slow death to anyone who oppose me

(Verse 2)

Sun I’m a always shine, yellow

Think I’m about to get up on that? HELL NO

Long as shorty keep my tip hard, shell toe

Certain I’m a stick to the script, velcro

Ringers?, fakers, thinker, faders, prosper

Without being linked to the majors

My only response is the finger to haters

Watch it get ugly, Mbenga, Lakers

so when they ask how I feel about hip hop

I sighed and replied take a lucky guess

Just being sincere, I ain’t talking pioneer’s

When I tell dudes I don’t think the Dougie’s fresh

Used to roll through the trenches, slept on cold benches

Holds on my expenses, smoke till I was senseless

Now the flow’s so relentless

F-ck CD’s it should be sold in syringes

I can’t explain it they love the sound

Subtle with the pound, you don’t want trouble clown

If I’m at the bar ordering a couple rounds

I’m in between 2 birds like a double down

Where I’m from they cock and shoot

Like it’s all logical, send a lot of work to them hospitals

Dress the AK up before they pop at you

Handgun’s, night scope, call it the Chopper suit

So if you tired of all the wack dudes, call me in

Rap historian, slash my class’s Valedictorian

Your future’s at a stand still

Must be a flat on that Delorean

I tried tellin them conceded the deals closed

They disagree they believe that they real close

Tough guys turn talk show like Steve Wilko’s

Scream f-ck em eat dildos with each pill dose

All the rap dudes they got highly regarded

Tell me they psyche might be slightly retarded

Nowadays before the shows I buy me a cartridge

Those them phony ass dudes they like me to start with

Peepin how the vets wanna stop me

Money where your mouth is Ted DiBiase

And he won’t be able to reach for a biscuit

With O’s on his head like a B-more fitted

Black hoody and black tux

Tearin stacks up, with a model and her rack tough

Gettin my Extreme Makeover on

Knock that bitch down and build her back up

Think twice before you act up

Around flames, wrong time to be gassed up

You never heard blowing smoke from a grass hut

9 times out of 10 it’ll be your last puff<br />

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Thanks to razvan