Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Joe Budden-Who Pt. III

I'd rather analyze, see how it came about/
if we could rewind the world/
we wouldn't have to watch Flavor Flav try to find his girl/
look..today, its all about marketing and promo/
I remember when VH-1 was just for old folks/
with no man.../
if I ain't know better I would think Nick's show was now programmed/
we let the power of the dollar anihlate us/
how the size of our chain gonna validate us/
it's too simple, they can't think we really deep/
I just heard Chris Brown on the 'A Milli' beat/
seen a video, it's called "Lookin' Ass Nigga"/
grabbed the remote, I'm tired lookin at niggas/
but that let a nigga know that if we ain't dead/
we just half alive, maybe brain dead/
did it start when Capone left Nore/
naw he went to jail that's whole 'nother story/
or maybe somethings really wrong with our ears/
Obie got dropped, so much for Cheers/
female emcees they don't never hit the target/
somebody said they seen Amil workin at a Target/
Sad part is we already lost Remy/
Or did we go wrong when E-V-E got skinny/
What's up wit Jackie O, Rah Digga..that I can't figure/
Trina ain't been the same since 'Naan Nigga'/
I know it had to do somethin' to it's heartbeat/
When Lady Of Rage started doin Steve Harvey/
I know we caught a little trauma/
Somewhere between Yo-Yo Boss and Lil Mama/
A lot of females found another way to extort/
Most our video models have turned escort/
Do anything to see dough/
So they'll exchange sex with a artist or director for a lead role/
Or should we get back to basics/
where's the Rakims or the Masta Aces/
The Big Daddy Kanes, or did we never recover/
From Dre not being on the side of Ed Lover/
Or when rap dudes started signin' their friends/
instead of goin' out tryin' find niggas with skill/
Seen it when D-12 put out Purple Pill/
And while the whole hood laughed, them niggas sold a mil'/
Some of us wasn'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 their own crossroad/
Some disagree, some gotta see to say/
Maybe hip-hop died on Aliyah's plane/
If it re-located where did it move too/
I still love her, the way Common used too/
Or did Bill O'Rielly come fuckin' the spirit/
With negative remarks about everybody's lyrics/
Then all out start dissin' us/
Nigga you 95 years old, motherfucker shouldn't be a listener/
Lost Jam Master, we was tougher than leather/
Or did it start when Treach was fuckin' Peppa/
As our jeans got tighter, and our tees got longer/
Tryin' figure out what age group do we belong too/
Or did we all go astray/
Back Dr. Dre left NWA/
I mean, in my opinion, we was on Easy St./
but he was beefin' with Easy E/
Or did we get fucked up when producers found a way to cheat/
signin' unknown niggas to start makin they're beats/
if you sell your own shit, it gotta go for cheap/
just put my name so the price increase/
Or, is it cuz everybody so self-centered/
Is that the reason hip-hop, itself ain't centered/
Or if we already seen the shit with our own eyes/
with Rico Suave, Cyama, and Vanilla Ice/
Everybody want in the game, so in return/
Got label execs fuckin' they interns/
And anybody lookin' at that new 5 bracket/
Should see that they don't know a thing about this rap shit/
Or maybe we should have stopped bein' wild/
When there was no more Rawkus, and no more Loud/
Tried to get concious around Vote Or Die/
But they made it look like all our votes was lies/
As the years go on, it seems like we keep gettin more void/
We got lost when we lost one of the Lost Boys/
I knew we was impersonating a fraud/
When KaySlay smacked my man at the awards/
Regardless, it hard for these artists/
running with entourages who act like they never left the projects/
who do we wanna target/
will they put a Uncle Murder cd in a Wal-Mart or a Target/
We got the nerve to not wanna hear Ras Kass/
But fuck wit V.I.C. Get Silly and that trash/
I felt ashamed/
When J-Kwon told me he ain't like Raekwon, cuz he stole his name/
Was back, whe everybody in the was gettin' tipsy/
Now every contract gotta be 360/
So fuck eatin', you better scrape the plate/
Now every beat gotta at least have a 808/
Did the lights get dim, when we first heard Mims/
and said, another New York rapper on his south tip/
is it overcroweded/
they say if it's so fucked up, then do somethin' about it/
I doubt, it just one thing that they don't understand/
The job is way bigger than one man/
Or maybe all these pleas that its deceased/
is false, and the shits right where it needs to be/
maybe we built on somethin' that'll last forever/
you see, Face and Geto Boys just got back together/
Maybe no one can stop us/
Even other genres now jock us/
We even doin' songs with the rockers/
Hows that the feelin'/
Kanye's amazin', Wayne just sold a million/
We closer to the ceilin'/
How are we in a coma/
When we the only business, where you can excel with no diploma/
Technology change made everything simple/
Myspace is now a dudes bio slash demo/
Asides from the fact we generatin' more money/
We took it global and penetrated other countries/
So let's celebrate, sip some Cris'/
Some more shit we embraced, just to end up dipped/
Go on and buy the bar out so we can all get bent/
Go and cop a bunch of cars, just to still pay rent/
Or here's another bright idea to entertain/
Let's put our face on a bottom of a chain/
Or some of us is just nigga rich, with nigga money/
While Jews keep laughin', look at these niggas dummies/
Or maybe hip-hop is just a stepping stool/
'til 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 whole did we stop movin' further/
around the time Snoop Dogg went on trail for murder/
Or was it Scarface creatin' these clonies/
30 years later, everybody's still Tony/
Maybe everybody's complainin' is deranged/
Can you expect somethin' to grow and not change/
We're socially excepted, deviated our old route/
Simplify the term, we all sold out/
I think I figured out who's to blame/
started out Obama, ended up McCain/
yo, we Kurt Cobain'd ourselves if we defeated/
So next time they ask who killed it, tell em we did/

Lyrical Breakdown

Joe Budden-Who Pt. I
Joe Budden-Who Pt. II

Fly Ty

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