warfare

Singer: joe budden

warfare

featuring joell ortiz

you're now hearin hip hop at it's finest

i'm just criminal minded

the ed hardy with the fine fit

track just started

no need to rewind it

me

i'm bringin fresh air back

i'm rap's hymelic

got 'em all sick is that vomit?

ew you nasty

man i'll smack your skin if you feel you past it

it's like we lions against lassies

niggaz ain't nice

they lyin

the flow ass cheek

i'm on the beat like contra pow

steamroll over shit

i'm in a tonka now

this ain't about radio

see i'm beyond the dial

but still strong arm a nigga

pete konda style

the inserts of your album put my ganja out

that sweeter than the lip gloss on rihanna's mouth

y'all sleepin

in pajamas on your momma's couch

i'm freakin

in the bahamas throwin condoms out

hold up dog

these felons ain't predicates

hands castle delicate

metal spit

leave 'em on the field like everett

i does my own stunts

like the jackie chan movie

mismatch

belt prada but the pants louie

if you ain't fair to me

then your whole camp sushi

rockin iceberg when niggaz didn't understand snoopy

damn moolies

chain of command's ran through me

you and your man uzi

like brand nubie

can't do me

grant to me

like a man groupie

if that's the number one pick

then he sam bowie

and i hate to blow a homie on your mans

you ain't kid rock

can't box the tommy with your hands

motherfucker

i was really in the lobby with the grands tryna take guap

in the hallway

all day

is or it ain't hot

listen to hot 9

like what do they got

that i don't

with a blindfold i see everyone they say's hot

it's too easy

i'm feelin like i'm a cheater

the flow heavy

your's light like a slice of pita

when moms was pregnant she was lightin reefer

that's why i'm nice

in the middle of alaska i'll write a heater

i'm just cool and rough

hoody matchin my adidas

pants with the permanent wrinkles like i am ian eagle

i will make every last one of you guys believers

dudes is all lost

that's my word

i'm playin timer's keeper

treat me like a big brother

slash fifth tucker

let the cig snuff you

you a kid

fuck ya

cocked ak

mayday

listenin to

can't call me

dick in the mouth

somethin like ray j

they like steve irwin up against the stringray

heat up like ging ray

when somethin with the beans spray

uh

take a sip of e&j

then a little puff or two

get some butt

then kick out the slut

you's a bugaboo

weak dressers

in the ring i'm mr. wonderful

paul orndorff

man y'all all soft and huggable

y'all dealin with a pro here

that don't care

y'all stiff and worn out like a closet with old gear

and i ain't goin nowhere

producers know i'm the best thing over those snares

but you speakers whack

ortiz i overdose like the needle's packed

i be's in a zone

then i give the speakers back

hold up joell

the back

see i'm rap's larry johnson

redid my contract

now the chief is back

so blame it on fatigue

have you like greg oden

injured before your first game in the league

i'm spendin old faces

niggaz took my style

gotta steal my own shit back like o.j. did

might size you and your spouse

have guys go in your house

with ridges on the nose of the rifle like ow!

pow!

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Lyric Context: warfare - joe budden