[Joe Budden] Frequency![Joell Ortiz]YAOWA! What's up my nigga?You say your name is John?Joell OrtizYeah yeah I know, I'm familiar with the interview shitI know what you gon' askI got you, don't even stress itNo I don't respond with answers that fit a scriptSo the repetition'll make a nigga flipWe in the game of smoke and mirrors, those engineerin a bigger spliffblowin circles out they mouth, gettin praised but the shit'll shiftI never lived a myth, if I said it I did itNever alleged, word to dead I gripped a fifth (boom!)I made my housing tenement a strip, movin medicine and nicksWhen I seen 'em comin I jetted from them pricks (ohh!)And still to this day though she clean I wish my mommy never sniffedBut the hurt is makin me better with this gift (look)I'm live with this ink you could, die in a blink andY'all got the nerve to ask me why do I drink andMotherfucker sometimes I cry when I think andY'all ain't there when them tears bein dried by the sink (damn)It was cold in the winter, my community centers who gave me dinnerI ain't mind, my table chairs gave me splinters (haha!)Set up to be loser but was made to be a winner (look)If they paint hip-hop I bet my face be in the pictureIf they wrote a rap bible bet my name be in the scripturesIf shorty say I'm her idol bet her face be in my zipper (woo!)I came a long way from the staples in my scrillaStains on my pants, hardly had a gutThe ladies ain't wanna dance so house parties would suckAll my friends on the wall, I'm in the hall with a coupleNah I ain't complainin, just tellin y'all what it isSo if y'all goin through it now just know that another kidmade somethin outta nothin, well I'm frontin, I was never nothinOlder ladies used to tell my mother "Ain't he somethin?" (oww)I look at a lot of you cats and laughCause I'm the shit man, and y'all ain't even passin gasWhen I spit I'm the definition of mastered craftAnd all y'all ask about is Aftermath motherfucker move on![Chorus: Iyana Dean + Iffy]I'm tryin to be, more than what it is you seeFor every take, do it just like eternallyBut I won't let it hold me down, I turn it all aroundI'm movin on, oh-ah, oh-ahhhh, yes I'm movin on[Joe Budden]I gotta give my own interviewSince niggaz that do my interviews focus on whatever's miniscule (like!)Or paint me as a cynical, but the canvas'll limit you (dawg)You can't go beyond what there's no limit toIf I think hip-hop is dead I think it's being revivedAnd that comes from me being insideWhere the demons get by, see 'em good-bye, if I'm vehement here's whyCome from hearin it seein ve-nom-ous lies (oh!)So the beast in me cries, cause when it's all you hearShit can overbear, just when the obey nearAnd so I try to think straight cause when you stare in the rearRest in peace Stewart Shakir, nigga yeah!I'm on another label, not that other labelThat mean it's no longer my problem, it's theirsSome say it's a conspirac'I say if e'rybody's on the throne, that's just more motive to kill the heirAsk me 'bout "Pump it Up" and I'ma think you SHEEPOr you must not know I'm DEEP!I'm so off of music so y'all could SoundScan every weekMe? I just got my lil' man every weekJersey City loves me despite y'all beliefs (why?)Cause they was baby steppin, I showed 'em how to leap (ohh!)Ask me about swag - I'ma change the topic to lyricsand then brag, plus look at you like a fagI love e'rybody, don't ask 'bout who I beefed withThey burned the bridge but they was standin underneath itI'm on my grind, Benjamin huntinWas old since I was young, call me Benjamin ButtonAnd stop usin slang just for you to be coolCause I go BACK to when it was cool to be youI'm a hero (nah)No I mean I'm Hiro from "Heroes," y'all chase zeroesMuh'fucker I just got finished hatin ME feelin like a zeroThey played DeNiro, never been there thoughSo before your next thought, understandKnow it's MUCH more to me than the manEither that or move on[Chorus][Royce Da 5'9"]My rhyme's reflection of Scarface and Preme's soulBefore Jordan was wearin fo'-five, I just look like this, I just seem oldBut I had to bleed the blood of a Dirty motherfuckerto suffer clean clothes and touch what a king holdsThe real estate market is harsh, everything goesfrom foes to who you was doin everything fo'But I cut 'em off and move on to the new checksNew friends chasin my new ends with new threatsWatchin my dreams fold, like a stack of billsin the pocket of who ain't tryin to push up daffodilsBut we the supergroupYou couldn't handle this shit if you was standin before us carryin a pooper-scoopYou dealt with shady shit? I dealt with Shady shitBut I'm the only one can truly say I dealt with Shady's shit (that's me!)I mean that with all respect to Paul and SheckBut Ryan and Marshall is all you get (that's it)My flow's superb, I love Paulie RosenbergWhat I say in a track, those just words (woo!)Baby boy forgive me, I'm just streetCause I can change into anything niggaz want me to be like MystiqueI don't gotta dig deepTo realize Slim bought Big Proof a big jeepBecause he deserved it; how can I mournthe same way Shady did over him when he knew him when he attended Osbourne? (yes!)Marshall I'm sorry (sorry) I knew it went left (left)I ain't into fuckin my family like incestIf you remember Ice used to be my life's interestTell Hailie my wife just had a princessSince I made up with Em it's nothin elsethat I can move on from, so who wants some?Like a jar of Grey PouponYou gotta ask anybody in any car, one of them move on[Chorus][Crooked I]When fans picture my interviewsThey think I'm in a swimmin pool with women who been abusedSo they turn into strippers makin they livin in the nudeOne in the middle blowin my inner tube, while the interviewer's gettin ridiculedIs this your vision? Cool; let me give you a little jewelAny dude who wanna sit in my tennis shoes is missin SCREWSDon't get it misconstrued, don't get this shit confusedI'm two seconds from prison food, I'm a different dude!Pistol in my reach man, still in Long Beach manHopin if my grind don't help me get out, my speech canI been in the streets longer than Yao Ming's wingspanYou can be MTV, I'll be C-SPANI deal with politics, bandannas and hollow tipsHalf you rappers follow this, role models can swallow DICK!Was stressed out over cash flowHip-Hop used to console my soul, now it's a bunch of assholesRap about a dance while I'm targetin copsSpit some shit for Oscar Grant, hit the sergeant with shotsMake him a (Ghost) like he part of The LoxI won't stop recordin, 'til I'm makin songs harder than 'Pac'sIf it don't happen, at least a nigga know he right there (I'm right there!)Every memory under my Dodger hat's a nightmare!As a kid I had to steal breakfastAnd now the best question you have to ask me, "Is this a real necklace?Where's your beat from Dre? Your feature from Cube?"These things leave people confusedCause they know I leave speakers abused, I eat the EQsI eat through the beat, what's the secret? I think it's the SHOES!Back in Cali niggaz blaze and stressWaitin on "Detox" to save the West, ha haEven if the shit is dope it ain't givin you niggaz hopeunless your signature's wrote on a check from InterscopeNOPE! Move on[Chorus][Crooked I - over Chorus]Move on West, Coast, knahmean?West Coast move onAnd all that shit in the past about me bein on Death Row?Move onSLAUGHTERHOUSE!!
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