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!