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Here is No Idea Lyrics by Joe Budden @ monsterlyrics.blogspot.com

Look, I was always told you can’t make it make sense don’t trust it
So I’ll be out the country with the phone off, f-ck it
Grown from when I was dusted
But took something away out of every moment I suffered
So y’all can go on and judge it
There’s a reason that I’m tellin baby girl she gotta practice patience
I plan on changing my ways I’m just procrastinating
Putting it off like I’ll never be in a casket layin
With both my parents going crazy as the pastor’s praying
Prideful, I don’t even succumb when I’m defeated
All it do is get me mad, and I’m comfortable heated
I come from a family of drunks, I’m the one that succeeded
So nowadays I talk to God when nothing is needed
I’m sorry I don’t speak the language of
Rappers in the closet, but they won’t hang it up
I’m only trying to build what they attempt to destroy
We had a perfect game until it was Jim Joyce’d
Check it, what was once so majestic
Is now only adored by epileptics
I record to resurrect it, by my own accord I can’t accept it
But when something gives you nightmares, can you afford to recollect it
If you can just know them odds stacked
Airplanes ain’t shooting stars, you can’t B.O.B. that
I found out when discussing paper
Some will sell their soul and deal with the repercussions later

[Chorus]
With every curve they throw
Every shot that blows, I’m still here
It be the ones that’s pretending to know that really have no Idea
I just let em all go ahead and speak my name
How far you gonna reach for fame
Go ahead and fuck up your career
I don’t care, cause they have no idea

[Verse 2]
So sick it’s livid, all pics are vivid
A stiff of being gifted, gotta be equipped to live with
His critics, misquote him and miss tidbits
So he’s mislabeled, misunderstood, misfit’d
Anytime I was misinformed or misguided
I went and got advice from a dude that wouldn’t apply it
And he’ll give out that lesson for free
Without a grudge, but I keep the past present with me
So every morning on the wake up, and she’s applying make up
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I’m pondering all the different ways for us to break u
Women have a tendency to get fickle
Predictable, lie and say his dick little
It be the ones you could see yourself with forever
Giving you a lecture talking about you neglect her
Couple years in, the strip club will upset her
And she’ll act like you ain’t have them same habits when you met her
When you can’t take her
You start dropping hints for her to read between the lines
But she’ll act like Fantasia
It’ll be so much to be said but no one will convey it
The relationship will be over but no one will say it
A doomed fate, living with who you’d soon hate
Ex life partners trying to co-exist as roommates
Once you go through it you’ll believe it
And you’ll never give a woman more than you’ll want her to leave with

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
How can the fans think us rappers are invincible
Cant find anything about that logic that’s sensible
I’m thinkin they should know better off of principle
To them we’re action heroes, to labels we’re Expendables
My old approach was apprehensible
Some started thinkin their 15 minutes of fame was extendable
They dont cherish the moment like they probably should
Once they star’s submitted they act Hollywood
Gwapped up stacks to grip
Now you’re being chauffeured in the back of whips, life style’s immaculate
Out of touch with reality, I’ll help you get a grasp of it
Success breeds change, but so does a lack of it
The homie’s sending out subliminals,
Since you a failed rapper, failed criminal, four bars is the minimal
Since you ain’t from the streets I’ll help and tell you the way it works
Say a nigga snitching, I’m saying show me the paper work
I don’t get why the inferior bother to diss me
Heart of my city, when I go take a part of it with me
I think god will understand that was part of my misery
So instead of “father forgive me” it’s “father ya dig me?”
Spectated just to see if I’d get checkmated
Less progress brings less hatred which would segue it
I learned the hard way somethings are better kept sacred
Fail at given em your all, you’ll just be left naked

[Chorus]


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Here is Stuck In The Moment Lyrics by Joe Budden @ monsterlyrics.blogspot.com

When the night falls, and the smoke clears
Millions of miles away, yet they so near
I remember memories, so I’m never lead astray
When tomorrow comes I know it’s only due to yesterday
Without a boundary, check my latitute
New attitude, see I’m grateful for having grattitude
I’m not complacent, but got no regrets
Few hatin niggas want to see me regress
Deep breath, life is too short for me to be stressed
Interpret ice grillin and their way of sayin he’s blessed
You wanna hate, I got my own show, be my guest
Remember doctors used to tell me I was depressed
At the time was dating a model with double d chest
Till I thought, then she laughed that shit off and said these’s F’s
Before I bought my first gun, was already armed
Teach you bout coof, little bit of class heavy charm
Used to get my laughs(?), for a nice chain, heavy charm
High school drop out, but went to every prom
Now everyone I went to high school with
They 30 years plus still on some high school shit
Seems like all the fly niggas, and bitches that was well off
Is junk head high niggas, all the bitches fell off
From surgery, rappin to niggas that never heard of me
Burglaries, dappin up niggas that want to murder me
If you close minded, I call that an emergency
Blind fold yourself as if there’s nothin more to further see
Honestly that’s absurd to me
If the sky is the limit then where is the urgency
I embrace life, I’m so carefree
I won’t judge y’all if you don’t care to be
Just know no matter who you are, the right system
Can turn a role player into a superstar
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I’m talking rock bottom, a whole ‘nother teir
Stuck in the moment made me move to a whole ‘nother year
How’d I become straight forward, no baggage
Y’all can run from the past, I’ma make my way towards it
Nigga I remember stage fright
Back when I didn’t know if I could rock the stage right
Who knew I’d end up being the nicest
My point, hard to come up short when shit is priceless
Hard to come up short when shit is priceless
I can’t explain it, I just gotta embrace it
But something got me feeling this way
Instead of running, I’m waiting here for it
Cause nothin ever felt this great
I’m stuck in the moment
Stuck in the moment, the moment
Stuck in the moment, the moment
Stuck in the momentbold;"

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Here is Inception Lyrics by Joe Budden @ monsterlyrics.blogspot.com

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
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(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

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Here is Sober Up Lyrics by Joe Budden feat. Crooked I @ monsterlyrics.blogspot.com

[Joe Budden]
I broke down a while ago
finally picking up the pieces
memoirs I had are undefeated
I feel depleted
I dont talk to God as a matter of fact I plead with
At times I hate my reflection and others I’m conceited
half the time I’m arrogant other times I’m vengeful
at times it’s to convince me, at times it’s to convince you
done a lot of wrong but I aint never felt resentful
its been so many times I’ve lost track of who to repent to
half the time I’m in the cut
dont want you to notice me
roll with me and you’ll see that I’m only awkward socially
half the time I’m spiteful, double barrell rifle
I owe so many payback I fee l like I got the right too
so if you need a case in point you can refer to budden
and it will prove that pain killers never murdered nothing
all it did was make me succumb put ice in me
now revenge is the place it takes me from
Im strong..

[Chorus]
Strong enough to catch contact (?)
smell it as soon as you get in my ride
see with me, rules never apply
dont tell me how I should live my life
put your seat back, got it if you need that
you should really f-ck with me
tell me if you wanna ride or die, la la la la la la la la

[Joe Budden Verse 2]
Listen up as the center reports
my inner thoughts are like a inner war
head exact as a trembling force on my mental ward
men are distraught
every word fromt his sentence the boss
it’s brought to you like the people your ministers Porsche
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tight roping on dental floss
before the haters begin to get lost
coke and weed got my temperment off
but why would my temper get lost
when as soon as the temperature frost I’m probably
having intercourse in a resort
criminal report, pricey condo’s at a minimal cost
my train of thought aint as simple as yours
so if our paths happen to accidentally cross
I pray that you can overlook all my minature flaws
until then lets let the bass kick
take the shots great I dont see a need to chase it
trying to fight the urge til there’s something to replace it
I welcome ya’ll to be my co-pilots on this spaceship

[Chorus]

[Joe Budden - Verse 3]
Yo, me and the game would get so blunted
we’d order take out from the chinese stores
they make sure you bring change for a hundred
rob em, safety on the metal’s off
figured if we beat the breaks off em
then how the f-ck was he gon pedal off
some live and die by the high, I was born by it
since Pac gave my mom the needle like go on try it
got me feeling like aint a n-gga can harm me
so I go and scoop a mommy that wanna come join the army
she was so militant, disciplined, dilligent
so I whispered to her, bet you wouldnt mind shilling it
I got to know her on my sofa
I gave her my honourable discharge and she took like a soldier
since she the type you gotta watch when she come around
really she only get high so she can come down
lost her when I said she aint gotta settle
once you start to handle life you’ll be on the same level

[Chorus]

[Crooked I]
When I was five this what my father said
I should have pulled you out and left you on your momma’s waterbed
you asked me, my poppa’s dead
alcoholic jeans from him since a toddler bottle fed
put me on your stainless I’m brainless, I’m a hollow head
my life was the crazyiest
surprised I’m even walking, can you blame me if I’m atheist
but I aint Stephen Hawkings
I know God is in my radius
I can see him walking in the face of an innocent baby but not when preacher,s talking
my people sleep in coffins I miss em I’m breaking down in the face of a bad b-tch that I’m supposed to be taking down
baby ride while I’m crying, I’m dying inside
cause my pain is beside a giant lethiathon and I’m hiding from the World
they hit me with everything but the kitchen sink
how ironic? same place I vomit when I lick a drink
apparently I need to get a shrink
how can therapy take care of me when I don’t give a f-ck what n-ggas think!

[Chorus]

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Black Cloud Lyrics by Joe Budden @ monsterlyrics.blogspot.com

Nothing stays the same forever.....not even me

Check this...check it

Something must've changed me, niggas might defame me
But things that used to taint me, no longer seem to restrain me
Strangely I'm no longer sad, mad or angry
Shame-ably it pains me, feeling like it just ain't me
Mainly what do I tell all the people that thank me
Namely those who ordain me, aside from can you blame me
Motivation the game was supplying me, it's no longer providing me
Jason Williams, something killed whatever was driving me
Worrying less about the past more about the now
Less about what I'm going though more about the how
It's for trial, it's been 30 years being fit for hurdling now
I'm a different person with nothing to overcome in the midst of burdens
For certain got 6 figures in my sock drawer
And honestly this year I expect to make a lot more
It's hard to live without a budget when life is corrupted
In a house that's so peaceful that I'm trying to disrupt it
Scream fuck it not because I have to but because I love it
Which makes me as fake as the puppets that I speak of disgusted
Without a paddle up shit's creek
Dig deep and see it ain't life it's just me
So be warned as I'm putting on like I'm reformed
Only so y'all can accept it as being my norm
Maybe I quit working on me, maybe I given up
Maybe I been lying to myself, maybe I give a fluckkk!

It's enough to make you black out, pull a mac out
Aim it at the sky while I'm running from the black cloud
Every day we playin cat and mouse as I watch it hoverin over my glass house
It's enough to make you spazz out, pull a mac out
Aim it at the sky while I'm running from a black cloud
Tired enough for me to pass out, tired of running from the black cloud.

I say it loud hoping someone can hear me clearly
Trying to make my girl get it she don't know that it's very scary
But she's a nympho, she could be barely near me
But she'll still want the God and I think she Mary Mary
The prettiest bitches just want to service me
While niggas pretty as bitches wouldn't get a word from me
Some of you haven't heard from me, some of you wouldn't mind murking me
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Found that news funny likes its straight from Ron Burgundy
These niggas ain't never seen dough
They can dream though I bump into 'em in between shows
People say I'm emo, what that really mean though
Is though the song can't breathe I actually make it seem so
I've lost loved ones because they couldn't deal with me
Cherish whoever still with me though the merits been killed in me
Normally it's just me and my lonely mind
Everyone's storm is different so this forecast is only mine
Fans recognize my misery uplifted me
Shifted me to my epitome, guess the curse is a gift to me
Maybe its serendipity, maybe it's weighing on me physically
Maybe I should man up and tell God not to solicit me
Been medicated, meditated
Sedated, hated
Character assassinated, all theses years I masqueraded
Hard headed, if it was on my mind I had to say it
Tongue on the devil's pitchfork to see how disaster tasted
Rap is fabricated, rappers are so exaggerated
Wouldn't be scared of the truth if they weren't castrated
Grab a mag, spray it, surrounded by people to shoot it before me
That'll unconditionally love my beautiful ugly
Now lemme speak to who I cater to
Would you love me to sing if all my weeks were not favorable
Promised to maintain being unique but relatable
All while suffering from a disease that can do away with you
Poetry on the beat, spoken-word for the masses
Therapy over pro-tools, every word is on acid
Consonants are on Kush, every vowel is blunted
Highly wanted this whole organization privately funded
This is bigger than the eyeful, this is alert to public
Had the coppers by our tunnels and our bridges with the rifle
Sentences meant to stifle, this is a man aching
This is the dam breaking, contraband in the making
This is panic enveiling, got potential but I never met it
He be trying to come over, it seem like God won't let it
Either he never got my invite or he just dismissed it
But if all I'm hearing are the Sounds of Blackness, why am I pessimistic?
You'll never progress if you'll never try
All I ask, let every word I birth, never die
My wings spread, but when I'm at the sky
Weather didn't change like I thought and had me petrified.

It's enough to make you black out, pull a mac out
Aim it at the sky while I'm running from a black cloud
Every day we playin cat and mouse as I watch it hoverin over my glass house
It's enough to make you spazz out, pull a mac out
Aim it at the sky while I'm running from a black cloud
Tired enough for me to pass out, tired of running from the black cloud.

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