Lil Wayne-Hot Revolver

so, from what I've heard..this is the 1st single from 'The Carter 3: The Rebirth', you may have heard it..alot of people got the impression that I didn't like the song, because I didn't post it..but I do (weird)..I got extra high yesterday, and listened to this shit over and over lol..I can't hate anymore..so here is it's post..'Hot Revolver'...


Young Mullah Baby
Young Mullah Baby

She sayin
do you have the time,
to listen to me whine?
She askin
whos on the other line?
You diss me everytime.
I tell em
baby im a star
Shit
Im above a star
and now
I done got so high
I did forgotten
who you are (are,are)

oh oh oeh oh oh eh eh
ah ah
oh oh oeh oh oh eh eh

Im in love with you
But I cant be with you
Tomorrow Ill be back up on the first flight
right up out of town

young mullah baby

She sayin
do you have the time,
to listen to me whine?
She askin
Whos on the other line?
You diss me everytime.
I tell em
baby im a star
Shit
Im above a star
and now
I done got so high
I did forgotten
who you are (are,are)

oh oh oeh oh oh eh eh
woah ah ah
oh oh oeh oh oh eh eh

Im in love with you
But I cant be with you
Tomorrow
Ill be back up on the first flight
right up out of town.

young mullah baby

Hop back in my Spaceship
Girl I gotta drop your ass off
(oh oh eh eh)
Last night
ya we were spaced girl,
you love it
Girl I gotta take off
(oh oh eh eh)
Cause imma be here next week
So call your company
& take off

oh oh oeh oh oh eh

Cause she say "Wayne Wayne"
So she got me all impatient
Cry me a river
I can hear my conscious
while I say aloud

Boy you got a problem
and you aint foolin no one
but yourself
Your like a hot revolver
(hot revolver)
But you aint killin no one
but yourself
and so shes gone to party town
on her own
And you go by yourself
so all alone

I told her I can be with her
But I cant be with her
As much as she like me to
She like me too much
Thats the problem
"Oh my god" then
Shorty be whillin
and when I say I got to leave
You wouldn't believe
all of the things
that she'll do
and all of the things
she'll say to make me stay
and I be like
"daaaaaammmmnnnnnn"

I am not gone for forever
I'll be back someday
But she wanna go with me to outer space
So we made love in the Milky Way
& then I send her on her way

Boy you got a problem
and you aint foolin no one
but yourself
Your like a hot revolver
But you aint killin no one
but yourself
And so shes gone to party town
on her own
And you go by yourself
so all alone

Lyrical Breakdown

Salut
Fly Ty

Joe Budden-Who (Full)

Can anybody pin point the day it went wrong/
I used to blame Reggaeton/
Can't front..I thought all that was corny/
Was I Ja's fault?..Lil Mo said she didn't get paid for 'Put It On Me'/
Bring it up, and dudes get on som coy shit/
Was it T-Pain with that funny voice shit?/
Or was it Lil Wayne with that funny voice shit?/
The whole game dickrode that funny voice shit/
I can't tell when it happened/
Was it when Lil Jon showed dudes you could sell without rappin'/
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 lookin' at the numbers/
A&Rs won't take risks, they won't sign niggas/
The word 'swag' came out, started to blind niggas/
Rap dudes want reality shows/
And my dumb ass thought thinkin' that reality sold/
Did it start with the Ipod/
Or where rappers had to pay DJs for them to do they job/
I mean, all the content was the same, it won't differ/
Everybody sold some drugs and pulled triggers/
When you think about it, you gon' just get sicker/
And why the fuck would Nas wanna call his shit 'Nigger'...nigga/
Was it when the Wu broke/
Pac, Big, Pun went to sleep, never woke up/
Lupe was doin a tribute, and choked up/
Some of these stupid ass fans like "so what?"/
Some of them, they ain't educated/
And fuck blaming the south, we ain't segregated/
I mean, it was 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 towards fame/
I watched every last one of (them) dudes shit on Dame../
..kinda got that in common, I can dig that pain/
When they gave Jay a desk and suit/
it finally gave a rapper a chance to come execute/
But somethin' told me that the suits at the tables was hurtin'/
They fired everybody, labels started mergin'/
As far as sales, the decline is strong/
Ask the experts, they'll say the climates wrong/
I mean, some niggas pride is gone/
I peeped it when niggas start puttin' fake diamonds on/
You could tell a dude,"I spit better than you"
But then he'll say,"I'm richer for whatever I do"/
I seen all this comin', I knew what we was in for/
Back when Eric Sermon jumped outta the window/
Was it when Mase retired, he couldn't hack it/
...Tip could, he just needed some more ratchets/
DJs, prducers wanted to get us the farthest/
..said fuck rappers, and they became the artist/
I gotta talk candid/
Did we start havin' issues around same time Jimmy & Cam did/
Was it when Chingy thought he ain't need Ludacris/
next album, found out that was ludicrous/
Papoose and Clipse survived/
inkin' with Jive, then gettin' jived/
ya man, J-Hood repped that D-Block gang/
then I seen dude draggin' his D-Block chain/
Or did One-Hit wonders change it all along/
they made labels only wanna sign a dudes song/
And you really don't know shit/
if you think the fans pick the videos at 106/
I'm just statin' the truth/
Did it start when Fox stayed in the news, more than she did the booth/
Or was it when Lil Kim stopped exploitin' sex/
And what the fuck is up with DMX/
..I hope dudes straight/
Have an opinion, and they gon' say you hate/
I can't front, Im missin' the old Clue tapes/
the underground sunk further/
the feds was on Irv, so the Inc dropped Murder/
I never blamed F.A.B., Jeezy, Rick Ross/
This shit get lost when Shyne went up north/
Ill never understand the Hip Hop Police/
when Hip Hop is what Hip Hop needs to police/
these blatant ass radio attempts sound so bland/
Twista kept tryin to recreate 'Slow Jams'/
Did we send the wrong message with our slang/
Cuz broke niggas blowin' their rent to make it rain/
Til you walk in give a bitch a few twenties/
And she'll smirk her face up, lookin at you funny/
This chick told me only take new money/
Man, I snatched my shit back so fast/
Or did it start when rappers said fuck it/
Sacrifice the music, started rapin' they budget/
Nothin wrong with dudes being candy or pop/
Something was wrong when Joc hit the Candy Shop/
We buyin our own records, maybe no ones to blame/
Or we a business we can't afford to maintain/
The second week show that boy numbers ain't hot/
I hate to break it to you, numbers always lied/
Or when Ortiz signed to Aftermath/
And now he feelin the aftermath/
Was it Fight Klub, fuckin' with those battle raps/
But not too many of em gettin' signed after that/
I mean, some can't stay afloat/
A million Busta records, he still not mentioned with the GOAT/
Fuck lookin for answers, time will tell/
Was it when Def Jam didn't wanna resign L/
A fifteen year old told me cash was ass/
Rather than spazz, all dude could do was laugh/
Or was when the East coast fell off/
Or got comfortable, maybe dudes were too well off/
The more niggas said they write down lyrics/
The more 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 wearin pink/
I can't blame the fans for not knowin' a damn thing/
When we trained them to be this way/
I mean, showed them whatever to sell with no limits/
Since the early 90s sold em a false image/
So when some shit come that don't fit the mold/
Its like a mole, 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 good/
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 more like a bonus/
Why pay for it why take onus/
With one click of mouse, they can own it/
I mean some of them are fooled so easily/
by whatever we say or what 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/
Its like they can't like more than one rapper at a time/
Less about the product, more about the digits/
Its 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 that he lost/
I didn't wanna believe my ears when niggas tried to tell me/
that KRS-One had a rap beef with Nelly/
If rap was alive/
we would try to be the "best rapper ever", not the "best rapper alive"/
But you won't get excepted 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 somethings wrong, when niggas is gettin shot/
And you gotta sit and wonder if the whole things staged/
It ain't real no more/
Or did we just expand on our audience/
Maybe we appeal to more/
Or, do we just think ya'll just gettin' dumber/
We tried to make gettin' older, gettin' younger/
did we lose our hunger, something gotta give/
did we outgrow ourselves, is hip-hop for kids/
if it is, they turn on MTV Cribs/
and think thats 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 shits shocking/
Seen it Lean Back had the whole world rocking/
Now its fuck ya bars, if the hook is fly/
So we look at Crooked I wit a crooked eye/
Dope ass rappers ain't seein' no dough/
If everythings commercial, where the fuck is the show/
But anybody makin a dime, see I'mma wish well/
still we took a big 'l' losin' Big L/
or was it when YouTube came in the game/
now nobodys 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/
The Summit ain't fun no more/
you know its fucked when DMC don't talk to Run no more/
to many egos, like we ain't one no more/
shits 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 DVDs, like SMACK/
showed you just how stupid your favorite rapper would act/
the shit gets lifeless/
when MTV made a list of the hottest, and ignored the nicest/
changed the whole stee-lo/
I mean an average fan never heard of a 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/
Started hearin rumors of an Outkast breakup/
I was like that ain't true, it sounds desperate/
And started to see Big Boi & 3K seperate/
At periods, we were dryer than a desert/
Are we all killin' this shit, is it a group effort/
are we alive and well, or barely survivin'/
is it R&Bs fault, them niggas is thrivin'/
And then a lot of people go and blame Limewire/
I don't think its downloadin', dawg, the lines tired/
Did the fans just get tired of the outcome/
One dope single, and a bullshit album/
so they shared albums with each other/
was it Master P with them ugly ass album covers/
or when we started appearin' in the news/
Timberland said they ain't want black niggas wearin they boots/
I mean, I know it 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/
we had the kids tryna buy shit they can't name/
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 could buy a ghostwriter/
or the diamond district, Jacob the Jeweler/
had to buy his watch, to be looked at as cooler/
and fuckin' with them trends/
our stupid asses wasted a hundred grand on shit that ain't even "in"/
Is the game now, just as bad as its ever been/
Not ringtones, just the songs that they represent/
I heard all 'em/
Sad part, I wouldn't recognize most of these niggas if I saw em/
I can't explain it, I don't know what to tell ya/
Now goin' gold is looked at as a failure/
Maybe old heads in charge just werent able/
DJs are spinnin' with no turn table/
Maybe the fans are just bored of us/
Or maybe theyre aint enough room for all of us/
its like, even a friendship will stop at a point/
Mike Jones went platinum off of Slim Thug's joint/
but it so many ways to get fuckin' rich/
Superhead caked off by just suckin' dick/
did we sell out, just to get in demand more/
or did we go against everything we used to stand for/
both are likely/
there's two sides to the coin, who you rollin with Soulja Boy or Ice T/
some niggas wanna sit around and complain about/
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

Salut
Fly Ty

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

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

Salut
Fly Ty

Who pt. 3...the snippets

Joe Budden's Who pt. III drops tommorrow...



Years go on, its 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 a artist/
running with entourages who act like they ain't 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/

Lyrical Breakdown



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/

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Joe Budden-Who Pt. II

Or we a business we can't afford to maintain/
The second week show that boy numbers ain't hot/
I hate to break it to you, numbers always lied/
Or when Ortiz signed to Aftermath/
And now he feelin the aftermath/
Was it Fight Klub, fuckin' with those battle raps/
But not too many of em gettin' signed after that/
I mean, some can't stay afloat/
A million Busta records, he still not mentioned with the GOAT/
Fuck lookin for answers, time will tell/
Was it when Def Jam didn't wanna resign L/
A fifteen year old told me cash was ass/
Rather than spazz, all dude could do was laugh/
Or was when the East coast fell off/
Or got comfortable, maybe dudes were too well off/
The more niggas said they write down lyrics/
The more 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 wearin pink/
I can't blame the fans for not knowin' a damn thing/
When we trained them to be this way/
I mean, showed them whatever to sell with no limits/
Since the early 90s sold em a false image/
So when some shit come that don't fit the mold/
Its like a mole, 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 good/
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 more like a bonus/
Why pay for it why take onus/
With one click of mouse, they can own it/
I mean some of them are fooled so easily/
by whatever we say or what 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/
Its like they can't like more than one rapper at a time/
Less about the product, more about the digits/
Its 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 that he lost/
I didn't wanna believe my ears when niggas tried to tell me/
that KRS-One had a rap beef with Nelly/
If rap was alive/
we would try to be the "best rapper ever", not the "best rapper alive"/
But you won't get excepted 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 somethings wrong, when niggas is gettin shot/
And you gotta sit and wonder if the whole things staged/
It ain't real no more/
Or did we just expand on our audience/
Maybe we appeal to more/
Or, do we just think ya'll just gettin' dumber/
We tried to make gettin' older, gettin' younger/
did we lose our hunger, something gotta give/
did we outgrow ourselves, is hip-hop for kids/
if it is, they turn on MTV Cribs/
and think thats 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 shits shocking/
Seen it Lean Back had the whole world rocking/
Now its fuck ya bars, if the hook is fly/
So we look at Crooked I wit a crooked eye/
Dope ass rappers ain't seein' no dough/
If everythings commercial, where the fuck is the show/
But anybody makin a dime, see I'mma wish well/
still we took a big 'l' losin' Big L/
or was it when YouTube came in the game/
now nobodys 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/
The Summit ain't fun no more/
you know its fucked when DMC don't talk to Run no more/
to many egos, like we ain't one no more/
shits 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 DVDs, like SMACK/
showed you just how stupid your favorite rapper would act/
the shit gets lifeless/
when MTV made a list of the hottest, and ignored the nicest/
changed the whole stee-lo/
I mean an average fan never heard of a 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/
Started hearin rumors of an Outkast breakup/
I was like that ain't true, it sounds desperate/
And started to see Big Boi & 3K seperate/
At periods, we were dryer than a desert/
Are we all killin' this shit, is it a group effort/
are we alive and well, or barely survivin'/
is it R&Bs fault, them niggas is thrivin'/
And then a lot of people go and blame Limewire/
I don't think its downloadin', dawg, the lines tired/
Did the fans just get tired of the outcome/
One dope single, and a bullshit album/
so they shared albums with each other/
was it Master P with them ugly ass album covers/
or when we started appearin' in the news/
Timberland said they ain't want black niggas wearin they boots/
I mean, I know it 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/
we had the kids tryna buy shit they can't name/
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 could buy a ghostwriter/
or the diamond district, Jacob the Jeweler/
had to buy his watch, to be looked at as cooler/
and fuckin' with them trends/
our stupid asses wasted a hundred grand on shit that ain't even "in"/
Is the game now, just as bad as its ever been/
Not ringtones, just the songs that they represent/
I heard all 'em/
Sad part, I wouldn't recognize most of these niggas if I saw em/
I can't explain it, I don't know what to tell ya/
Now goin' gold is looked at as a failure/
Maybe old heads in charge just werent able/
DJs are spinnin' with no turn table/
Maybe the fans are just bored of us/
Or maybe theyre aint enough room for all of us/
its like, even a friendship will stop at a point/
Mike Jones went platinum off of Slim Thug's joint/
but it so many ways to get fuckin' rich/
Superhead caked off by just suckin' dick/
did we sell out, just to get in demand more/
or did we go against everything we used to stand for/
both are likely/
there's two sides to the coin, who you rollin with Soulja Boy or Ice T/
some niggas wanna sit around and complain about/
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/
.../

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Previously: Joe Budden-Who Pt. I
...part 3 is coming

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Joe Budden-Who pt. I

...shit's crazy

Can anybody pin point the day it went wrong/
I used to blame Reggaeton/
Can't front..I thought all that was corny/
Was I Ja's fault?..Lil Mo said she didn't get paid for 'Put It On Me'/
Bring it up, and dudes get on som coy shit/
Was it T-Pain with that funny voice shit?/
Or was it Lil Wayne with that funny voice shit?/
The whole game dickrode that funny voice shit/
I can't tell when it happened/
Was it when Lil Jon showed dudes you could sell without rappin'/
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 lookin' at the numbers/
A&Rs won't take risks, they won't sign niggas/
The word 'swag' came out, started to blind niggas/
Rap dudes want reality shows/
And my dumb ass thought thinkin' that reality sold/
Did it start with the Ipod/
Or where rappers had to pay DJs for them to do they job/
I mean, all the content was the same, it won't differ/
Everybody sold some drugs and pulled triggers/
When you think about it, you gon' just get sicker/
And why the fuck would Nas wanna call his shit 'Nigger'...nigga/
Was it when the Wu broke/
Pac, Big, Pun went to sleep, never woke up/
Lupe was doin a tribute, and choked up/
Some of these stupid ass fans like "so what?"/
Some of them, they ain't educated/
And fuck blaming the south, we ain't segregated/
I mean, it was 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 towards fame/
I watched every last one of (them) dudes shit on Dame../
..kinda got that in common, I can dig that pain/
When they gave Jay a desk and suit/
it finally gave a rapper a chance to come execute/
But somethin' told me that the suits at the tables was hurtin'/
They fired everybody, labels started mergin'/
As far as sales, the decline is strong/
Ask the experts, they'll say the climates wrong/
I mean, some niggas pride is gone/
I peeped it when niggas start puttin' fake diamonds on/
You could tell a dude,"I spit better than you"
But then he'll say,"I'm richer for whatever I do"/
I seen all this comin', I knew what we was in for/
Back when Eric Sermon jumped outta the window/
Was it when Mase retired, he couldn't hack it/
...Tip could, he just needed some more ratchets/
DJs, prducers wanted to get us the farthest/
..said fuck rappers, and they became the artist/
I gotta talk candid/
Did we start havin' issues around same time Jimmy & Cam did/
Was it when Chingy thought he ain't need Ludacris/
next album, found out that was ludicrous/
Papoose and Clipse survived/
inkin' with Jive, then gettin' jived/
ya man, J-Hood repped that D-Block gang/
then I seen dude draggin' his D-Block chain/
Or did One-Hit wonders change it all along/
they made labels only wanna sign a dudes song/
And you really don't know shit/
if you think the fans pick the videos at 106/
I'm just statin' the truth/
Did it start when Fox stayed in the news, more than she did the booth/
Or was it when Lil Kim stopped exploitin' sex/
And what the fuck is up with DMX/
..I hope dudes straight/
Have an opinion, and they gon' say you hate/
I can't front, Im missin' the old Clue tapes/
the underground sunk further/
the feds was on Irv, so the Inc dropped Murder/
I never blamed F.A.B., Jeezy, Rick Ross/
This shit get lost when Shyne went up north/
Ill never understand the Hip Hop Police/
when Hip Hop is what Hip Hop needs to police/
these blatant ass radio attempts sound so bland/
Twista kept tryin to recreate 'Slow Jams'/
Did we send the wrong message with our slang/
Cuz broke niggas blowin' their rent to make it rain/
Til you walk in give a bitch a few twenties/
And she'll smirk her face up, lookin at you funny/
This chick told me only take new money/
Man, I snatched my shit back so fast/
Or did it start when rappers said fuck it/
Sacrifice the music, started rapin' they budget/
Nothin wrong with dudes being candy or pop/
Something was wrong when Joc hit the Candy Shop/
We buyin our own records, maybe no ones to blame/
Or we a business we can't afford to maintain/
The second week show that boy numbers ain't hot/
I hate to break it to you, numbers always lied/
Or when Ortiz signed to Aftermath/
And now he feelin the aftermath/
Was it Fight Klub, fuckin' with those battle raps/
But not too many of em gettin' signed after that/
I mean, some can't stay afloat/
A million Busta records, he still not mentioned with the GOAT/
Fuck lookin for answers, time will tell/
Was it when Def Jam didn't wanna resign L/
A fifteen year old told me cash was ass/
Rather than spazz, all dude could do was laugh/
Or was when the East coast fell off/
Or got comfortable, maybe dudes were too well off/
The more niggas said they write down lyrics/
The more 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 wearin pink/
I can't blame the fans for not knowin' a damn thing/
When we trained them to be this way/
I mean, showed them whatever to sell with no limits/
Since the early 90s sold em a false image/
So when some shit come that don't fit the mold/
Its like a mole, nigga you won't even do gold/
They watch videos, see you on the corner with a whole bunch of people and think that you good/
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 more like a bonus/
Why pay for it why take onus/
With only one click of mouse, you can own it/

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Shawty Lo RapCity Freestyle

...you thought I wasn't gonna post this...haha


shawty..what it do/
shawty, what's happen'in'/
been had stripes/
I don't know about you/
L-O , dey know/
Man, it ain't nothin' new/
Don't listen to these rappers/
...it ain't all true...haha/
yeah, just spent a quarter on the crew/
a hundred on the coupe/
fifty on the roof/
twenty on the shoes/
ten goes to you/
the other seventy thou' just to make it bulletproof/
haha..ayy..hey, how you doin it's L-O/
17.5, I still got em' for the L-O/
ridin' round town in a '08 Camaro/
blue, white, and yellow/
call it Carmelooo.../

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Big Boi ft. Andre 3000 & Raekwon-Royal Flush

styles will change/
They say change is dange../
...erous/
as a king standing on a terrace/
while his partner pointing up at the riflemen/
coward shootings, never know when your life will end/
then, live like there ain't no 'morrow/
and if one come, then this the motto/
now, put message in bottle/
you go to the nearest beach, and open yo' car door/
and walk to the place, where the sea meets the land/
yeah, it's easier to run the streets, than to walk in the sand/
hey, I'm talkin' young man/
As if chalk in my hand/
I will take ya'll lil' ass to school/
It's cool when the kids call me Sunny/
the hood calls me Stacks/
the B's call me Honey/
Hollywood calls me back/
Crack and I have alot in common/
We both come up in the eighties and we keep that bass pumpin/
Thats a nega..tive comparision/
embarrassin'/
unfortunate/
that if you come up fortunate/
the street consider you lame/
I thought the name of the game/
was to have a better life,/
I guess it ain't, what a shame/
I don't slang/
never slung/
but I'm one/
with the slum/
that has a name, well fitting/
plenty g's getting/
no wonder why they call it the trap/
so watch your tail, and I'm not kidding/
no rats and mice/
would give advice/
they say you can paint and draw/
get outta here, go show them that we're more than slangin' raw/
that's when I broke into my Big Rube impression/
and I tried to enlighten, but that night I learned a lesson/
that the morals that you think you got, go out the window/
when all the other kids are fresh, and they got new Nintendo../
..Wii's/
and your child is down on her knees/
prayin hard up to God for a Whopper with cheese/
do you 'B' hit the streets hard with a flare/
or do you 'A', go school for heatin and air/
dare make a honest living/
but make a crooked killin/
or do a bit of both until you holdin on a million/
brilliant/
you got one foot in, one foot out/
you put your left back in/
and the you shake it all about/
you do the hokey pokey til you turn your life around/
that's what it's all about/
3000, out/

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...hint for 8/17

I didn't know that there was a such thing as a yellow Frogman...I remember seeing Kanye with one of those yellow Bape watches on, even Wale...but I like Frogmen better, because they're bigger...and more plastic-y (<-- new word)


[Lupe]
Lets peruse the essentials of Cool
a brief study of the things so instrumental to Lu
That make me feel flyer than lobby's of W's
a disclaimer just a rhymer no credentials from a school x2

[Verse 1]
In my Fall Of Rome jeans, my Head Porter wallet
my Neighborhood shirt and my Eddy Chen CLOT shit
might not go to college but my street smart polished
like the black fingernails of that punk rock Logic
Do the knowledge, man you can't be punk from projects
firm disbeliever in your punch clock promise
When trading off my comics I was taking them to school
one of Jay-Z boys now I'm skating in your pool
not to be rude I'm just hating on your rules
Like a young 50 I'm on my world tour
Good morning Singapore I'm bringing the sun wit me
from the Robert Taylor homes to Africa's slum cities
I am American mentally with Japanese tendencies
Parisian sensibility so stay out the vicinity of
yea, yea them niggas over there its just
yea, yea now look at what I wear

[CHORUS 1]
Got my, gold watch and my, gold chain
with my fancy car and my diamond ring
with my fancy broad and she foreign
so its no words and its no slang
and I'm no trick and I'm no lame
its just so slick that she's so game, and its
yea, yea she love it over here
Its just yea, yea she love it over here x3

[Verse 2]
I like Diptyque candles and, Maharishi sandals and
Dita sunglasses, Purple Murder surface samples
I like False T-shirts Dover Street is off the handle
such a good designer Junya Watanabe got damn you
I like Yojhi Yamamoto and a Max Roach solo
leather Gucci belts and Gulity Brotherhood polo's
I like Mont Blanc pens and Moleskine paper
I like Goyard bags and green Now or Laters
Monocle magazine and Japanese mangga
Futura's Nosferatu, and HTM trainers
I love Street Fighter 2 I just really hate Zangief
Only Ken and Ryu I find it hard to beat Blanka
Keep a Wee ninja hanging and an Unkle album banging
if you negative in energy then stay out the vicinity of
yea, yea them niggas over there its just
yea, yea now look at what I wear

[CHORUS 2]
Got my, gold watch and my, gold chain
with my fancy car and my diamond ring
with my, ghetto broad and she
so plain got couple scars and one of those long names
she a fight a nigga and cusses with no shame
and her Ex-man had her bagging up Cocaine but she
yea, yea she love it over here
Its just yea, yea she love it over here x3

[Verse 3]
But my most coveted thing is a high self-esteem
and a low tolerance for them telling me how to lean
See the most important parts are the ones that are unseen
the wings don't make you fly and the crown don't make you king
Now God don't like ugly aint to happy bout pretty
I am ignorance's enemy so stay out the vicinity of
yea, yea them niggas over there its just
yea, yea now look at what I wear

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Fantasma presents: Tracey Morgan

Tracey Morgan is coming down to Atlanta. He will be performing two shows on Saturday, March 8 at Center Stage...
7:00pm Doors / 8:00pm Show
10:00pm Doors / 10:30pm Show
$38.50 for Reserved Seating



Little TV sets/
going off inside my ears/
Space men floating by/
firecracker beer/
Chase the deamons lightly/
look inside your eyes/
Up and down the sidewalk/
take a Doo Doo Pie/
I love you.../


Lyrical Breakdown

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Gangstalicious-Homies Over Hoes

This song (aka my current ringtone) is crazy. I know it might be my second time postin' this, but it's been stuck in my head for minute...it's extra sus' though



(Chorus)
Homies over Hoes (4x)
Do the Home-ay (4x)
(Chorus)

You never catchin' Lish'/
Rollin' with no bitch/
Cuz bitches ain't shit/
That's why my crew is thick/
A buncha knuckleheads/
with bald heads and dreads/
Nigga, we hatin' on them hoes like we hate the feds/
Bitch, can't you see/
Fall back away from me/
Me and my niggas bumpin' chests in the VIP/
Now bump it to the left, now bump it to the right/
Cuz when you do the homey, nigga gotta do it right/

(Chorus)

Cuz' bitches be trouble, be havin' niggas beefin'/
You trickin' on that hoe, and yo' niggas ain't eatin'/
she pushin' yo' whip, spendin' all yo' cash/
Yo' homey got shot up, while you was in that ass/

(Chorus)



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Classic Material IV...

pre-Food & Liquor...



It's the revenge of the nerd/
got a way with words/
like I got away with murder/
like I caught the state star witness tryna purjure/
Sent the purse to the judge and bribed off the juror/
Bride of Frankenstein in the ride/
'Fore we ride any further/
Westside/
Yes I,/
roll here like a curler/
and I hold here like a urler/
The curse of the mummy/
on the money of the merger/
of the worlds of the worker and the surfer/
return to my girl/
Lunch, dinner, desert her/
Like a armed forces server/
that served in Desert Storm/
that couldn't perform any further/
a breath of fresh air like certs/
Slightly off, my walls made of Serta/
Hero to star crossed lovers in search of/
and that's what a verse does/
I represent the First/
drop in the vert, reverse cuz'/



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untitled post ii

Once upon a time, not long ago/
when people thought street wear clothes was dope/
SoHo's the spot where the freshness stood/
Now look the culture's no longer good/
I"m hear to tell ya'll that the scene is dead/
A poser came to me, and this is what he said/
"Make t-shirts, just to get some cash/
call it a clothing line, even though it's trash"/
He made the shirts, got a little cheese/
Now everybody does it like they gotta disease/
I saw another and another t-shirts with the colors/
Couldn't take it, so I went undercover/
I went to this poser asked him 'bout fashion/
He laughed, "like, I only do shirts with the graphics"/
"So what about jeans and hats"/
The dude got offended like he wanted to scrap/
So homey looked at me like, "Why'd you diss me?"/
Then I told the poser, "My name's Mickey"/
He heard Rockstars, so he starts to figure/
"Mickey's tryna be the t-shirt killer"/
So he, cold dashed, and ran around the block/
but I followed him 'til he went into a spot/
Ran through his house, almost bumped his sister/
Tripped over boxes of shirts he fixed up/
Looked around saw a computer station/
Photoshop was open, I couldn't take it/
so, I broke the screen and I made a mess/
Set fire to the shirts, I was feelin' posessed/
Then I burned up the carpet/
Came out walkin'/
Saw him run into his neighbor's apartment/
Ran through the door, just to settle the score/
I'm in his living room, and guess who I saw/
Dave, his partner chillin' on the floor/
with screen print images from '94/
"There go Mickey, hurry up run"/
He put on his black invisible Air Ones/
They ran outside, shirts on they shoulders/
Hopped into Dave's truck, a Silver Rover/
Sped up the block doing 93/
Crashed into a tree outside of Stussy/
Escaped alive, but the trucked was battered/
All for the shirts, the shits so tragic/
Nothin' but pics of Spike Lee, and Magic/
B-Ball players, and other dead rappers/
Almost had em trapped/
so this is what I said/
"Chill out with the shirts, cuz streetwear's dead"/
Deep down they knew they were wrong/
But they wanted to be down, so they ran on/
Finally they stopped cuz they were surrounded/
by trendsetters that felt they needed to get pounded/
They dropped the shirts, told em it was corny/
and this is the way I have to end this story/
They were both nineteen/
With a fashion dream/
but you don't have a clothing line with just tees/
This ain't funny so don't you dear laugh/
Just another brand that's on the wrong path/
Basically, T-shirt lines are trash/
Goodnight/


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...my homeboy came up to me yesterday askin' for some bread. He wanted me to invest in his venture. He supposedly is starting a clothing line. I gave it to him as a friend, but not because I believe in his project. I wish him the best of luck, but whatever...if he shows me somethin' crazy I'll put it up. But I seriously doubt it...I don't want to play him or whatever, but I can see how he dresses now, and know that none of his fabrics will be touch my skin...I'm jus' sayin'...

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Lupe Fiasco-Gotta Eat (The Hamburger Song)

So, The Cool has been leaked for a good week now...and the album is excellent.
I would have to say that hands down, it is better than
Food & Liquor, which is saying a lot. I was going to post the whole album but I didn't want get Young King'd..lol. One song that was really anticipated off of The Cool, was Gotta Eat(The Hamburger Song). When I first heard the idea of the Hamburger song, I thought Lupe was going off of the deep end, but this lyrical exercise really shows off his emcee skills. Enjoy and support The Cool.



(Chorus)
My man said life ain't easy/
When niggas gotta eat that's when shit get greasy/
Streets be all like, feed me, feed me/
When niggas gotta eat that's when shit get greasy/
(2x)
My man said life ain't easy/
When niggas gotta eat that's when shit get greasy/
(Chorus)

He had a whole lotta cheese/
Plus he was a mack, he had a whole lotta steez/
Made a lotta niggas fat, gave a whole lotta g's/
Grams, man, he had a whole lotta these/
and he would let you hold, like a whole lotta ki's/
Even if you lose some/
He would give you new ones/
Twice the bread, its like he had two buns/
And he had a lotta seeds/ even his kids had mill's/
for reals/
Some rich small fries wrapped in paper since they were lil'/
Catch up nigga.../

(Chrous)

He was a heart breaker, and a large shaker/
If it was 'bout cakin', he was a partaker/
International, he would take trips/
Bon voyage, as a hard he was fishin' for the chips/
So greedy/
never gave to the needy/
that what the bums say/
the way he shunned all the bums hangin' in the subway/
He called 'em fruits, and laughed at 'em/
Delivery man, on the pick up, drive through, and throw a bag at 'em/
And it was hard to understand him sometimes/
makin' a killin' the way he had 'em standin' in lines/
...like/

(Chorus)

Lovers called him king/
Haters called him clown/
He would say "Bite me", that's the way, its goin' down/
He was havin thoughts that maybe he should retire/
Went to church on a Sunday and saw a deep friar/
said he had beef and people want him dead/
He loved the hungry ones was only scared of the feds/
He lived the fast life/
couldn't get his path right/
Friar just told him bout the hooters that he had last night/
Turn yourself in tho the paddy wagon, said no/
Bacon wouldn't take him, had the pigs on the payroll/
yuh.../

(Chorus)


Lyrical Breakdown


Salut
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