Joey Bada$$ Lyrics : 2024

B4.Da.$$ (2015)

Save The Children lyrics - Joey Bada$$

It's all a hidden history of mysteries

I see vividly, hysteria

Cause misery on the interior

As shit get more scarier, I'm never in fear

Just a little inferior in some areas

But I share, wisdom with Sumerians

Somewhere we in the place

Peace means harmony, not war and armory

But fuck that, cock your gun back

This survival of the fittest

Some cats get boxed in where they litter

These niggas don't beez in the trap, they like bees in the trap

Get smoked out and I ain't talkin' bout what you toke out

You choked out for really thinkin' that this shit is a silly dream

When actually reality ain't what it really seem

And I ain't actin' on the scene, niggas scream

The actions ain't screened, just well-schemed

I'm tryna' have wealth for my well-being

By eighteen, pockets healthy green

What the fuck is twelve beans?

I need the cake and cream

The stakes is high like feens off a dream jet streaming

Having cuisines with the best seasonings

Its the vets season

Carry a vest, you know the reason

I'm in Chi-raq and I'm getting blown like the breezes

The chicken strip teasers

Thighs, legs and the breast part is the cleavage

She even lick it down to the bone marrow

She in love but I ain't got a bow and arrow

I'm known to jack the booty like I'm Sparrow

They ain't tryna' see me in the battle

The lines is too narrow

They couldn't even outshine my shadow

They don't want the beef nigga, let alone the cattle

They just wanna ride the saddle; so sad though

Black republican, black democrats

Black educator, black entertainer

Black, black businessman, black people Harambee

Save the children

Okay, they sleeping on the crack, they overdose

Overdose on high fructose, royal toast till I'm overthrown

And over-slowed, I been speakin' over tones

Low but keep them L's high, legends live long

And we gon' be forever, this for the Era

They tried to tell us we too deep in the flow

The mo' the better, the mo' clever, et cetera, whatever

Why do they sweat us?

Dead us, they just met us, but they won't forget us

They don't know better than the worst case

I be headed for first place

Purchase they position cause they worship our position

But I too had no pot to piss in, and so spot on in this instant

And they still ain't got my decision, I won't stand under no man

Except my high supplier, he got the fire, I got the lighter

I hit the spliff and this what I'm spittin'

Like it's gas liquids that I'm drippin', pimpin'

Black republican, black democrats

Black educator, black entertainer

Black, black businessman, black people Harambee

Save the children

Greenbax (Introlude) lyrics - Joey Bada$$

"Man we're making all this money

Yeah all the hoes like this

Yeah, fired teachers too so I won't have to go to school no more. We can have all of this. We can be rich

We'll be going around teasing women and stuff

Yeah, selling candy, getting money

Just selling candy, getting money, making the greenbacks."

[Kirk Knight:]

I'm trying to get that greenback

Pro Era on the rise, man you tape that

We'll never be broke again

Bro-Broke again

Whole damn world in the palm of my hands

Pro Era on the rise, man you tape that

We'll never be broke again

Paper Trail$ lyrics - Joey Bada$$

Money ain't a thing if I got it

Mo—mo—mo—mo—mo

Money ain't a thing if I got it

Money—Money

Before the money there was love

But before the money it was tough

Then came the money through a plug

It's a shame this ain't enough, yo

Sitting back plotting, jotting information on my nation

Really started from the bottom, boy cotton

But they still planting plantations, we keep buying in, closed-minded men

Pride is higher than the prices on your Pradas and Balenciagas

Balance my saga with the Henny agua

Me and my niggas tryna eat, you pussies empanada

The flow like plenty lava, with just a penny I could

Multiply my worth and make you work for me for 20 hours

I swear these niggas love to copy, thanks for listening

The kid ain't been the same since Biggie smacked me at my christening

Watch what you dishing and please play it safe

'Cause your position on the top is switching right in front your face

Rock you outta space with rhymes, I'm bustin' out

Keep ducking down, got some missiles now, headed for your house

So put the pistols down, got that red dot on your nose

Who booked the clown?

I lock jaws like a blue nose, foes

Keep your mouth closed or you can see the solar

I got connections that guaranteed to see closed doors

You hear that underground sonar

The way I flows then switch them, the Pros been on a mission, listen

Enter the chamber, get hyperbolic

They raisin' Macs, I raise stakes to keep them brolic

My visions is macrocosmic, pass the chronic

The mastered sonics is light years above your conscious

You're novice, but I got notes that strike nerves

I promise your minds ain't sharp like my swords

So cut the BS, and don't worry where my jeans is

And PS: Your bitch a genius, learned from my penis, I got

Dreams selling arenas and breaking brackets

Tenants racket, while I'm cracking a Serena

God damn, God bless the heaven that sent you

But now I'm breezing out, baby, cause my rent's due

Shit is really real out here

I said shit is really real out here

(It ain't easy)

Yeah, just tryna get a deal out here

(Word)

(Money ain't a thing if I got it)

I'm screaming cream, who fucking with the rap supreme?

Joey Bad and Big Preem came to collect the green

I got a dollar and a dream, know what I mean?

And I gotta get my mama off the scene

I'm screaming cream, who fucking with the rap supreme?

Joey Bad and Big Preem came to collect the green

I got a dollar and a dream, know what I mean?

And I gotta get my mama off the scene (Joey Badass)

'Cause cash ruined everything around me

Cash ruined everything around me, me

Cash ruined everything around me

(Won't sign to no major if no wager) (Money ain't a thing)

They say money is the root of all evil

I see money as the route of all people

'Cause we all follow paper trails, paper trails

And everybody gotta pay their bills, pay their bills

(It ain't easy)

They say money is the root of all evil

I see money as the route of all people

'Cause we all follow paper trails, paper trails

And everybody gotta pay their bills, pay their bills, hey

It's the dollar dollar bill, y'all

It's the dollar dollar bill, it's the dollar bill that kills, y'all

It's the dollar dollar bill, y'all

It's the dollar dollar bill, it's the dollar bill that kills, y'all

It's the dollar dollar bill, y'all

It's the dollar dollar bill, it's the dollar bill that kills, y'all

It's the dollar dollar bill, y'all

It's the dollar dollar bill, it's the dollar bill that kills

Before the money it was love

But before the money it was tough

Then came the money through a plug

It's a shame this ain't enough

Piece Of Mind lyrics - Joey Bada$$

Hello?

Yeah I hear you bro, I hear you

You got a minute?

Yeah I got a quick sec

Alright I want you to hear somethin'

I'mma play somethin' for you alright?

Alright, alright

Yo yo you hear it bro?

Yeah

Alright listen, listen

Let me tell you what shit is like right now y'all

What's life like now, tryna figure out

They put this mic on trial cause he be killin' now

Forever bitin' my forbidden style

Been laying low for a minute in the game

Since I came all these niggas lookin' timid

My light could never dimith, the Lord is my shepherd

Jesus woke a devil in him since sinnin' with least effort

Thinking back to those lefferts days

And I ain't been the same since I left 6th grade

My mind strayed, used to have the biggest heart

Taking walks with abuela in the park, I used to tell her

I'ma grow propellers one day and be a good fella

Play the hero or whoever, the hood gon' tell us

Let's just pray it ain't the villain

Till then I be feeling some way

Thinkin' I can get the Maybach off gun play

Instead I let the words play with 90 beats a minute

Bet the streets lose a heart beat before the verse finish

But life goes on, basic rules still apply

Bet you can feel that line in any hood you live by

From Flatbush to Figg side, I was a schoolboy too

Hoppin' trains, I just missed my Q

And what's life like for me, it's but a dream

Everything ain't what it seems, up underneath

The surface is but a screen, we only see

What we know

And what's life like for me, it's but a dream

Everything ain't what it seems, up underneath

The surface is but a screen, we only see

What we know

And what's life like now, I can't figure out

They put my mans on trial, say he a killer now

Conspiracies, we gon' get you out

Just keep ya head up G, shit is wild

It's bugged out cause I know you tryna see your child

But I'mma hold you down still cause you my brother

I just gave Will a lil' somethin' for your baby mother

But don't stress, know you caught up in some b.s

Bet next time you see us, we gonna be our best

Love you my nigga, word is bond, you'll stay strong

Out in New York the same shit is goin' on

Peace to all my brothers who keep still holdin' on

Been away so long, feel like a tickin' time bomb

The misjudgment of my kind, whom the odds is against

Put our backs on the fence, so we self defence

Followed by a series of unfortunate events

Looking like white America got a brother again

And what's life like for me, it's but a dream

Everything ain't what it seems, up underneath

The surface is but a screen, we only see

What we know

And what's life like for me, it's but a dream

Everything ain't what it seems, up underneath

The surface is but a screen, we only see

What we know

Take shots to the face with no peace of mind

Give me my piece of mind

Take shots to the face with no peace of mind

Give me my piece of mind

This life is all we know, this life is all we know

Man that's crazy yo, that's amazing B

Thank you bro

Word bro

That one is for you my nigga

Good lookin' bro, good lookin' man. That just boosted my adrenaline. It's been ages, I gotta get out this joint b. I love y'all man, real bro, for real man. I think by every day that go by, I just be thinkin' bout y'all for real. You, Kirk, everybody bro. I heard the new one on Rosenberg, that shit is a bomber b

Oh you heard that shit!

Big Dusty lyrics - Joey Bada$$

Check my style, check, check, check it out

(Check it out y'all, check, check, check, check it out y'all)

Check my style, check, check, check it out

(Check it out y'all, check, check, check, check it out y'all)

Check my style, check, check, check it out

Fuck jumping the broom, honey moons, I, I hit the pot

Soak me up like a mop, know I'm up, know there's levels

Staring down at the devil, hello, guess I got the memo

Pulling strings like Geppetto, you just a puppet, fellow

I came out of the tomb, don't drop a L, uh

You don't want to see the evils, which I dwell in hell

To excel, this shit never fails, always excels

They been swallowing sons before the double XL

Sex cell, ex ask why it never work out

I guess I exercise too much, when I work out

Shows too turnt out, return home burnt out

Now I got to hear all the shit, that you heard 'bout

Can I live? What, these niggas want me off a bridge?

If I say it's turnt down, do I burn that shit?

Truth is, if it ain't real, I don't feel it

If it don't hit my spirit, I don't get near it

And that's point blank period, know some niggas that fear it

Same niggas who know that we the illest

Lines so deep a great shark is what I reel up

Hit the flow and it can't go realer, my whole camp gorillas, nigga

(Check, check, check it out)

Check my style, check, check, check it out

Don't jack my style

Check my style, check, check, check it out

Don't jack my style

Jack, jack, jack it out

(Check my style)

I stand juxtaposed to all my Pro's, realest illest niggas I know

See these foes biting the flows, they even jooks the pose

I guess my CD really shaking the coast

Cause this really be the year that I feast, capisce?

Nothing defeats the beast, I speak my piece

Know niggas in the streets that heat seek for me

Release and squeeze

Might put a Halloween between your spleen

Retreat or trickle down to your last pound of green

Know what I mean?

This shit is like taking candy from the babies

Under these rappers is just a bunch of Now and Laters

They too sweet, plus they lease their Mercedes

Can't be second greatest, I'm the best and def your favorite

My flow in-depth nigga, I got my wave up

It's either get your tidal waved, or you could be my neighbor

Cause if I can't eat, then you can't either

I need to know, need the pizza dough, fuck I'm spitting ether for?

Yeah nigga

Reigning rap supreme in this bitch

Cause bitches lie niggas lie numbers, too

Bitches lie niggas lie numbers, too

What the fuck you gon' do when the Era come for you?

Check my style, check, check, check it out

Don't jock my style

Check my style, check, check, check it out

Don't jock my style

And I'm from the blocks where they sell

Cell blocks rock my mental

See them fake thugs that you see before can't even spell

My flow spill with words you can't pronounce, stories you can't tell

Check my style

Check, check, check it out

Check, check it out

Welcome back y'all, you're listening to WPRO Brooklyn. That was "Big Dusty", the new single from Joey Bada$$ and I am turning on the A/C 'cause that joint is hot. Joey is here in the studio with us right now. Say "Hi" Joey and tell the people where you from. Yeah, is this mic on? Oh yeah, like, you know, I'm from, I come from Brooklyn, New York. You know, I was born and raised but ah, my my parents from the Caribbean. You know, my ma's from St. Lucia and my pa's from Jamaica. So, you know I play pretty close to my roots

Hazeus View lyrics - Joey Bada$$

Yo yo yo

Microphone, microphone check

Will I see you through my hazeus view?

Will I see you through my hazeus, my hazeus, my hazeus

My hazeus, my hazeus view?

You ain't running with the apes yet, apex at the Empire State neck

Hand no crown, my niggas take that

In this state of mind, gotta state facts, suspect nigga

Get your wig pushed back tonight, to 1999

Who'd've thought that 19 I might be in my prime?

Thought of the right scheme, everything else align

Here's a penny for your thoughts, another one, another one

Eventually the dream was bought

Now that's a real, real, real mind fuck

Might fuck up your mind if you're lighting up

Make sure the ting is tight enough

If you tough, I'm a titan, like Zeus I enlighten them

Kick flows 'til it's kung-fu fighting them

Is it him, it is you who was nice as him?

I don't see nobody, no, no

And we probably share a trait or two

But I can't see what I can't relate to

Hey Jesus

Will I ever get to see you through my hazeus?

And we probably share a trait or two

But I can't see what I can't relate to

Hey Jesus

Will I ever get to see you through my hazeus?

You rap niggas ain't safe yet, hah

I keep the bombs in my basement

When I detonate, you can feel the vibrations

I got your mind shaking, am I right?

My light gon' spark for generations

One day my voice will be heard on every radio station

Cause fake to real ratio changing and it's

Everyday living in this life I see

That in every way they wanna see my life decease

But I survive the question is for how long

Since my homie died, I been trying to hold on

The happy days of my life is now all gone

But I cope with that weed I smoke and writing these songs

But it's should I stay should I go? Oh!

Should I stay should I go? Oh!

I don't know, I don't know

Lord please let me know

And we probably share a trait or two

But I can't see what I can't relate to

Hey Jesus

Will I ever get to see you through my hazeus?

And we probably share a trait or two

But I can't see what I can't relate to

Hey Jesus

Will I ever get to see you through my hazeus?

Every thing cool like in the state of mind

That this state of mine correct, cool, calm, collect

Deflect the corrupt with intellect

I talk too much, the jig is up, he has risen up

From a division of most kings

With their vision, positioned for precision

It's mind splitting and soul uplifting

But still feel so trapped in the solar system

And we probably share a trait or two

But I can't see what I can't relate to

Hey Jesus

Will I ever get to see you through my hazeus?

And we probably share a trait or two

But I can't see what I can't relate to

Hey Jesus

Will I ever get to see you through my hazeus?

Will I see you through my hazeus view?

If I see you through my hazeus view

See you through my hazeus view

See you through my hazeus, my hazeus, my hazeus

My hazeus, my hazeus view

And I see you through my hazeus, my hazeus, my hazeus

My hazeus, my hazeus view

Like Me lyrics - Joey Bada$$ (feat. BJ the Chicago Kid)

[Joey Bada$$:]

One time, what's the word (A nigga like me)

What's the word, what's the word

Yo yo yo yo yo, yo yo (Mm, mm, mm)

Turn me up on the headphones

Two times, twist the herb

Twist the herb, twist the herb (With a nigga like me, like)

Yo yo yo yo yo, yo

If looks could kill I let the swank drill like a deadly weapon

I drop bombs on an enemy at any second, ugh

Look at me wrong I turn you to tombstone

Lock you in the crosshairs and you gone

Then I throw my deuce up

Sip sangritas with your señorita, like me gusta

See what that early morning cock will do up to your rooster

I bet my cockiness will boost her confidence

Then you gon' wonder where your highness went

[Joey Bada$$ & BJ The Chicago Kid:]

I bet she get low for a nigga like me

She get low for a nigga like me

Bet she get low for a nigga like me

Low for a nigga like me

[Joey Bada$$:]

So we burn the Mary Jane 'til the third degree

Some niggas biting flows, yo, that's burglary

Same niggas acting like they never heard of me

A fuck nigga could get clocked, yo, that's word to me

[Joey Bada$$ & BJ The Chicago Kid:]

He get blown for a nigga like me (Blown like me)

Get his head exposed for a nigga like me (Smoked for a nigga like me)

Put him on the floor for a nigga like me (Floor for a nigga like me)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Joey Bada$$:]

Yo, my mind boggles when time toggles

In the ocean of stars it's hard to find goggles, we twisted up

So we put it in the air, don't let the J's start unravelling

We getting blown like a javelin

She throw it back like she time traveling

Rocked the boat so well, she jumped out and started paddling

I'm screaming "Land, ho!" 'Bout to hit for sure (Sure)

I motorboat it slow then I ripped the flow

I'm pretty sure, like nice beaches

That even at my weakest, I still leave 'em speechless

How you like those peaches? Find me rotting the apple

'Bout to bump so plump, 'bout to lock in the grapple

Feeling like the highest man about to tackle

Facts, like the tat under the cap of the Snapple

Cats get decapitated for acting a fool

Blacks get their ass sprayed just for making a move

[Joey Bada$$ & BJ The Chicago Kid:]

We get high and say "Fuck the police"

That's why we get high and say "Fuck the police"

[Joey Bada$$:]

'Cause every time I make a move, they be sweating me

They want another black man in penitentiary

It's even hard for that man standing next to me (Next to me)

'Cause he could catch a bullet that was really meant for me (Meant for me)

It's like every step bring me close to destiny

And every breath I get closer to the death of me

I'm just tryna carry out my own legacy

But the place I call home ain't letting me

'Cause you can't get by if you don't respect an OG

You can't get by if you don't respect an OG

You can't get by if you don't respect an OG (Respect, respect, respect)

Cause every corner I turn a nigga testing me (Testing me)

And every morning I mourn just for the less of me (Less of me)

Sometimes I ask the Lord why he be blessing me (Blessing me)

And not my brothers whose souls now rest in peace (Rest in peace)

[Joey Bada$$ (BJ The Chicago Kid):]

I pray there's hope for a nigga like me

Hope for a nigga like me

Just pray there's hope for a nigga like me (Hope for a nigga like me)

[Joey Bada$$:]

I'm something like the chairman of the board, ranting

I feel invincible like McMannon

One of the last original emcees that's left standing on the planet

Strike like a meteor, do remedial damage, damn it

Cats can't stand it, get they ass handed and branded

By the lyric-ill New York City bandit

True Warrior like Rembrandt

Yo, some cats claim they fly but really been landed

I really can't stand it (Yo), let me take a seat

This where Rosa park her bum, now make some room for me

PE in your beeper, hun you can read it and weep

My old hoes call me now, leave a message at the beep

I don't wanna speak no I don't wanna speak (I don't wanna speak)

I just wanna be, girl, I just wanna be

I just wanna be free

[Joey Bada$$ & BJ The Chicago Kid:]

I pray there's hope for a nigga like me

Hope for a nigga like me

I pray there's hope for a nigga like me, for a nigga like me

Compton to Bed-Stuy

Hope for a nigga like me

Belly Of The Beast lyrics - Joey Bada$$ (feat. Chronixx)

[Joey Bada$$:]

My nigga we dangerous, dangerous

These niggas can't hang with us hang with us

Nigga we dangerous, dangerous

My nigga we

I swear all my life I been around Crips and Bloods

Grips and slugs, the trigger happiest thugs

Claiming the slums, and all the hoods that they from

Too much of the sum, got it twisted up blinded in a rat race

Cash straight, the fake kill jake, the snakes too late

My eyes dilate, and I could tell them how he strafe

Coming at me sideways, get straighten up

Don't deflate it up gimmie the bucks my cash wrinkling up

Looking back in the days

Amazed 'cause the lab rat done made it out the maze

Still feel caged, enraged though

Used the underground railroad like a runaway slave

Broke off the chains still runway fresh

Got you on that mental plane with my project jet

I'm two steps above that nimbus cloud

My limit is low, when I'm smoking on that loud

Focus in the now, when the lotus is around

It's the Brooklyn sound, a pro found, Biggie would be proud about

But I don't need a vet to even shout me out

Punchlines pack a Pacquiao they can't box me out

Big up big up, it's a stick up stick up

Niggas hit a nigga quick if he hiccup hiccup

Big up big up, it's a stick up stick up

Niggas hit a nigga quick if he hiccup hiccup

Tell me what them know bout the Badmon named Jozif

Women come around, I look em down like they don't know shit

Word around the town is that they got the match explode it

[Chronixx (Joey Bada$$):]

I'm a child of the city

Son of the streets

And it's just a pity

They not tough like we

And things not look pretty

When we got to eat

Things get much deeper

Deeper and deeper

(The belly of the beast)

[Chronixx:]

And I survive, thank the father

Feel like I was raised by Clans One Order

Had to keep calm and hold ma corner

Cause a stray gun shot if you cross the border

Pro Era teach them the pros and cons

Of living in a city with a thousand dons

A thousand ghetto youths with a thousand guns

Cold hearted killers with frozen lungs

But praise rastafari we wheel and come again

Know I Nyabinghi sit know we the drummer dem

Dem ammunition are tougher we power dem

Lightning and thunder a devour them

Pro Era teach them the pros and cons

Original Chronixx and Joe Badmon

No King Selassie, we have the golden crown

Get ready for the shift we are the chosen ones

I'm a child of the city, city, oooh

[Chronixx (Joey Bada$$):]

I'm a child of the city

Son of the streets

And it's just a pity

They not tough like we

And things not look pretty

When we got to eat

Things get much deeper, oh no

Deeper and deeper

(The belly of the beast)

I'm a child of the city, city, oooh city

(The belly of the beast)

Been get real ugly

I got to eat

Now every man has to stand on his own two feet

You have to love you have to dove tougher than a concrete

It's them to you a white sheet oh dear

[?]

Yeah, the original Chronixx and ooh Jozif Badmon

No. 99 lryics - Joey Bada$$

What's my name? What's my name?

Badmon

What's my name? What's my name?

Badmon

What's my name? What's my name?

Badmon

What's my name? What's my name?

Badmon

What's my motherfuckin'—?

Ready to bust my gun, I'm rushin' in like Vladimir Putin

What you want son? Fuck a rou-, let's get shootin'

The 47 Goonz recruitin', join or die

We comin' for groups of guys in suits and ties

Who choose to hide truth from the eye

Grab a white collar by his white evil eye

Fight or flight, yo, that's just what it is

When you see a pig, hit him in his baby back ribs

But don't trip, I'm just another black kid, caught up in the mix

Tryna make a dollar outta 47 cents

Yo, this shit is intense, a dumb cop stoppin' me, probably

Cause he's still livin' in the past tense, how shit was back then

They wanna see the downfall of all black men

And African, I was sent to put action in

But what's new when the po keep flashin' in?

News flash niggas, get a news flash

What's my name? What's my name?

Badmon

What's my name? What's my name?

Badmon

What's my name? What's my name?

Badmon

What's my name? What's my name?

Badmon

What's my motherfuckin'—?

These niggas ain't ready for the war

Know what I'm 'bout, cut the cheddar, close your drawer

Please put your bread up

We ain't gon' settle for no iceberg lettuce

Let us eat when there's war

Or end up like venison meat in the street

They're not ready for beef

Let the fish burn in the pot, niggas all in the spot

When it turns 12 'o clock then, we'll be curvin' the block

Yo cut this shit

Man, I'm the best in the sector

Get your ear buds to grip, then I dissect ya

Inject ya with my lethal weapon

Plant a mine in the deepest section, guess who's least expected

Motherfucker please respect it

The last one to pull my card was easily dealt with

They felt it, the shift, records can't be reckoned with

On tracks wreckin' shit, ask me why I'm reckless

Break a wrist, approach my demo with a risk

Brought my demo listens, I'm a demolition specialist

I got the blueprint to this shit, Jay to the Oh Vee

If Blue was a prince, I'm still Joseph Kony

Niggas know they can't ever little bro me

No matter how big they blow, they still a little below

It's the P-R-O E-R-A, indigo with the killer flow

Guaranteed the realest that you ever saw

Badmon

What's my name? What's my name?

Badmon

What's my name? What's my name?

Badmon

What's my name? What's my name?

Badmon

What's my name? What's my name?

Badmon

What's my motherfuckin'—?

The Badmon, young kingpin

I move dope with that ink pen

Been up all night, my third eye ain't even blinkin'

Fuck what you thinkin'

Number 99, never trust no swine

Lick a shot one time

Christ Conscious lyrics - Joey Bada$$

Mother—

Sucker

Yeah

Oh, this is what you want, huh?

Dmm—dmm, dmm, dmm, dm-dmm, dmm

Microphone-checker (Checker, checker, checker, checker)

Yo, yo, yo

Ugh! Motherfuckin' microphone checker

Keep that grip tight, like my Smith & Wesson

Ike with the mic, which nigga tryna turn up?

Hit you with the hurtful fuckin' truth like Sojourner

Motherfuckin' microphone eater

Spittin' hot shit, hit ya dome with the heater

Wouldn't want to be you, dish lyrical fajitas

Got dragon balls like my name was Vegeta

Motherfuckin' super-duper swankin'

Niggas still hatin', pigs want him for the bacon

Take 'em to the slaughterhouse, say we 'bout to order out

Tell 'em we the badass motherfuckers that they heard about

Yes, I guess the word is out, we comin' for the top dollar

Top rottweiler, since I popped my collar

Niggas say they hittas, they ain't ever shot nada

Me? I'd rather not snitch up on my own problems

'Cause I'm a microphone killer

'Specially when my head is gone off the liquor

Specially educated, heavily medicated

Give me that beat, and I'll put you next to Dilla (My nigga)

Flow sweeter than vanilla

Tell these haters "Beat it," can't Jackson—Thriller

I'm the nigga that you see when you're in the mirror

Say my name five times, this what I deliver

This a motherfuckin' nuke that I'm droppin'

The world in my pocket, kick you out your continent

Always drop hot shit, Toroidal flow keep constant

And I won't stop 'til I reach Christ Conscious, nigga

(Nigga, nigga, nigga...)

Dmm—dmm, dmm, dmm, dm-dmm, dmm

Dmm—dmm, dmm, dmm, dm-dmm, dmm (Yeah)

Dmm—dmm, dmm, dmm, dm-dmm, dmm (yeah)

Dmm—dmm, dmm, dmm, dm-dmm, dmm

Which one of y'all niggas really want it with me?

None of y'all niggas

Fuck outta here

Beast coast, nigga

Pro Era in your area

This a motherfuckin' nuke that I'm droppin'

The world in my pocket, kick you out your continent

Always drop hot shit, Toroidal flow keep constant

And I won't stop 'til I reach Christ Conscious, nigga

Dmm—dmm, dmm, dmm, dm-dmm, dmm

Niggas know—niggas, niggas, niggas know

On & On lyrics - Joey Bada$$ (feat. Maverick Sabre & Dyemond Lewis)

[Joey Bada$$:]

Yeah, momma I just booked a first-class ticket

To my destiny, by the way, yeah

[Maverick Sabre:]

Maybe I'ma fly away

Maybe I'ma fly away, some day

[Joey Bada$$:]

Yeah, so gullible just like my first love

Stay humble, but I knew that I was first up

Picked up the pen, and that's when I drew my first blood

Spill my heart again, 'cause the pain'll never end

Happiness is temporary, always has been

I just lost one, but sometimes, I win

I always spread love, but sometimes I sin

I only trust some, that's why I keep a few friends

Funny cause I used to see my circle never end

Always kept like 47 friends in my circumference

All that's left now is the radius

They still here, trying to find love on this atmosphere

Things get severe for everybody, everywhere

This is my moment of truth, right here

Swear I ain't scared of no man, I see the omens

I pick 'em up and keep it rollin'

The omnipresence is omnipotent

But I keep going, 'til it's all said and done

I show all my soul purpose, but I'm pretty sure there's one

There's a reason why I've come, new season's just begun

This the death of a psychopomp but a birth of God's son

So don't mourn me when I'm gone, celebrate my travels

Whenever you need me, just take a plane to the astral zones

I'm headed home, I've been hurting too long

Time don't stand still, so you gotta move on

And on, and on and on, and on and on

And on, yeah

I had a dream I seen my name on the gravel stone

And read: "Here lies a G," followed by a poem (Oh, oh)

I couldn't see the words but I'm sure what's in his own

Funny that I write most when I know my feeling wrong

Went with both shoulders that my head is always on

I charged through harm's way, carried boulders on my arms (My arms)

I feel strong as I walk through the many storms (Many storms)

That rain on my parade, seen the doves cry for days

I'm feeling like a young prince, I'm drinking today

My name ring bells all the way to heaven's gates

Though Steezy told about me, yo, I know he always watching

I guess there really is a heaven for us hip-hoppers

I really miss my partner

But I know he with Big Poppa, 2Pacs, and a big L, rolled proper

And that's a big pun

Know that I'ma join him when my time come

But the story just begun

So don't mourn me when I'm gone, celebrate my travels

Whenever you need me, just take a plane to the astral zones

I'm headed home, I've been hurting too long

Time don't stand still, so you gotta move on

And on, and on and on, and on and on

And on, yeah

[Maverick Sabre:]

One day, I'ma fly away

One day, I'ma fly away (Fly away, fly away)

One day, you will fly away (Fly away, fly away)

One day, we will fly away (Fly away, fly away)

[Dyemond Lewis:]

Let's just go

My clouds gray, I hope my pain don't show (No)

Looking in the sky I wonder where them rainbows go (Oh)

They say that if we reign, them pot-of-gold's will show (Show)

Even skating down the block don't feel the same no more (No more)

If I ain't looking, I still see it all

My vision's jaded, too much bitches rubbed the crystal balls

They stay scheming, y'all like the sheep to the shepherd

The trees to the leaves, you needed but not needed (Mm, mm)

So I work alone, lone wolf, stay creeping

I'd rather hunt on my own then be owned and not eating

I'm not eating, not blaming, I'm just saying

Go to bed with hunger pains while these other niggas caking

They too fake

No rappers rapping for years waiting 'round for that big break

Break a arm, break a bond before I go break the bank

Break a hundred, that's fifty-fifty

Long as Rawle and Whitney seen different cities, different titties

All with no money with me

I'm on my grind, man, no regrets when I die, man

'Til we fly, man, 'til we fly, man, 'til we fly, man

You gon' miss us when we fly, man

[Joey Bada$$:]

So don't mourn me when I'm gone, celebrate my travels

Whenever you need me, just take a plane to the astral zones

I'm headed home, I've been hurting too long

Time don't stand still, so you gotta move on

And on, and on and on, and on and on

And on, yeah

[Maverick Sabre:]

One day, I'ma fly away

One day, I'ma fly away (Fly away, fly away)

One day, you will fly away (Fly away, fly away)

One day, we will fly away (Fly away, fly away)

Escape 120 lyrics - Joey Bada$$ (feat. Raury)

[Joey Bada$$:]

Yeah, 120

What's the word word word

Let's get it

And here's an ode to the worst of my days

I've been working away

But the sky's been looking so gray

Sometimes I really need to get away, yeah

I just need to get away, yeah

Sometimes I really need to fly away

I could never forget them gloomy days

Although I regret where my time was placed

If I could go back, some things would be changed

And I would know that, for a fact, it was fame

That drew me to this unfamiliar side of my brain

That withdrew me from familiar and the closest remains

Although I'm gaining ends now, I'm losing friends

They say that time is money, and my time is well spent

Girlfriend hit me up to chill, but does this shit make sense?

And I don't expect for you to know if you ain't paying rent

I got to make this album, and hold it down for my camp

Surrounded us all like bonfire

When I lay a verse down that's more fire, I was born fire, uhh

And here's an ode to the worst of my days

I've been working away

But the sky's been looking so gray

Sometimes I really need to get away, yeah

I just need to get away, yeah

Sometimes I really need to fly away

Went outside this morning, morning, uh

Seen the sky was falling, falling, yeah

Old man no longer snoring, snoring, ah

The rain just won't stop pouring, pouring, uh

What's heaven's capitol like, like, li-like?

Maybe I can crash tonight, night, night

Cause I'm trapped inside this hell, hell, hole

God, please answer your cell, cell, phone

I'm coming home tonight, can't touch no microphone tonight

Outside my comfort zone tonight

My brain's blown out my dome tonight

Tonight's the night, don't you try to put up a fight

Don't you trying looking for light

Cause I'm bout to take that flight

And here's an ode to the worst of my days

I've been working away

But the sky's been looking so gray

Sometimes I really need to get away, yeah

I just need to get away, yeah

Sometimes I really need to fly away

[Raury:]

Indigo father, meant to go farther

And travel across the water and pocket a million dollars

I am the spirit, I am the guava

You sippin' out of your coconut beverage in the Bahamas

Pardon me mother, pardon me father

I'm glad that you split apart it was part of my firestarter

Along with niggas, bitches, and ballers

And people that look down on me like they so taller

I go harder, I grow smarter

The flow's water, like Osama

Oughta gropple every dollar, every single piece of change

Move into the woods so I'll never ever change

Lose a couple friends but I'll never ever change

I probably miss some money but I never ever change

And they can say whatever but I never ever change

I feel I understood why the stars went insane

Ummmm brain battered from scattering every Saturday

Pitter patter with people that really matter

And I'mma fuck up regardless cause I'm a kid right?

That's why you can't spell summer without trouble

Stripper with no bubble, threesome with no double

Love without hate, life without pain

This without that, choice without thought

A dog with no day, a Seattle without rain

If it rains in Seattle

I'll saddle up and then you can ride with ya nigga

Fly with ya nigga, high with ya nigga

Vibe with me nigga, say vibe with me nigga

Say, if it rains in Seattle

I'll take you 'round the world on a Sunday

With me, one day, one day now

One day now, one day, one day

If it rains in Seattle

I'll saddle up and then you can ride with ya nigga

Fly with ya nigga, high with ya nigga

Vibe with me nigga, say vibe with me nigga

Say, if it rains in Seattle

I'll take you 'round the world on a Sunday

With me, one day, one day now

One day now, one day, one day

Black Beetles lyrics - Joey Bada$$

Low on self-esteem, foes been out for me

Someone's watching me, this love ain't proper B

Thinking I could be dead

Low on self-esteem, foes been out for me

Someone's watching me, this love ain't proper B

Thinking I could be dead

And I guess we them little black beetles

This won't attract the singles

And that flow is mean, but it lacks tacs and needles

I spend my days sharpening my skill wills while it's still legal

Reading through cathedrals applied to my cerebral

They ain't built they feeble, driven by the ego

The vision of a eagle, see the vision in my people

How many lives will they take today? We ain't equal

Another world war sequel and doomsday prequel

This ain't the world we thought it was when we was in pre-school

Sometimes it's hard to be cool, sometimes I feel like I'm see-through

Sometimes I really wish, yo I wish that I could be you

Away from all the Hollywood acts and record contracts

I won't say I take it back, because I worked hard for that

But this life ain't turn out to be what it seem

Ever since I woke up I been living in a dream

Got me

Low on self-esteem, foes been out for me

Someone's watching me, this love ain't proper B

Thinking I could be dead

They got me low on self-esteem, foes been out for me

Someone's watching me, this love ain't proper B

Thinking I could be dead

Who would've thought a marchin' Martin could spark a starvin' artist

Spit art, at heart young Marcus Garvey

Ponders on it, hardly, rap wonders fondly

Smoking herb with just Marley and me

This one is for my dogs barking up on the tree

Sometimes that wind blows eventually she gon leave

That's mother nature for ya, uh

Patient and sagacious

I ain't gon pay shit watch she ain't gon say shit

Now that's respectable cause most women expect the dough

Accept it though, words of the wise through them rhythm-wrecking professional, exceptional

Half man, half extraterrestrial

They got me

Low on self-esteem, foes been out for me

Someone's watching me, this love ain't proper B

Thinking I could be dead

They got me low on self-esteem, foes been out for me

Someone's watching me, this love ain't proper B

Thinking I could be dead

They got me low on self-esteem, foes been out for me

Someone's watching me, this love ain't proper B

Thinking I could be dead

O.C.B. lyrics - Joey Bada$$

[Joey Bada$$:]

These are the only-child blues

The only-child blues

The only-child who? Yo, yo, yo

Back once again—hello, it's yo' favorite mellow schizo

The pavement on this yellow brick road fuckin' up my mental

My mood just like the tempo

Heartbeat, that instrumental

I never lack potential, every track is essential

Every project is special, abundant and fundamental

Give a fuck about hundreds as long as it's for my mental

With wisdom from what I've been through

Knowledge that some can't get to

Understanding that college is only out for a nickel

We could all be so simple, tune it to the metronome

This how I used to feel back on the metro home

Fresh outta class I knew these days, they wouldn't last

Just a stepping stone I gotta pass, another story for the lap

But fuck it, give him glory when he crash

He gettin' revved up, heads up and he's coming fast

He paved the lane before the cash

They tryna swerve me out of that

But I don't just got speed, nigga, I handle my ass

Pedal to the gas, life is but a getaway dash

My mama stash guarded by my pen and pad

I'm drawin' weapons with the raps

You shoot, I shoot back—no questions asked

Raise your hands for the realest cat alive

(Cat alive, cat alive, cat alive, cat alive...)

[Joey Bada$$ (crowd-goer):]

(That's that boy, right there—that's Joey Bad'!)

The only-child blues (Joey 'for the money, man—yo, Joey, man!)

The only-child who? Yo (Yo, Joey!)

[Joey Bada$$:]

And I remember sittin' in my room all alone

Staring at my ceiling fan, getting in my zone

Mama was never home

Woke up one morning; Papa was gone

Young and lost so I ease my mind to popular songs

And of course I sold my mind to music

Writing everything I thought

Started openin' my mind, then I send it abroad

They don't know what my ascending has caused

My third eye been blinking since

Irv Gotti been inking murderous thoughts

At least that's how Irv gotta be thinking

If I'm takin' a loss and I'm better next week

And I'm never weaker

Never sinking on the fucking deep end

Any shit I missed I prolly peeped it

[Joey Bada$$ (Joey's mother):]

(Like, you know, it's fast living)

These are the only-child blues (It's not necessarily living)

The only-child who?

(You can also speak on the facts that, hey, you're a teenager)

The only-child blues

(How me and you, we go back and forth with it all the time)

(Like, you know) What, the only-child blues

These are the only-child who?

The only-child blues

Yo, only-child blues—O-C-B, O-C-B

"Jo-Vaughn, clean your room"—O.C.D., O.C.D

I used to wanna be like ODB, ODB

Now, I'm a rap star—O-M-G, O-M-G

Only child-blues—O-C-B, O-C-B

"Yo, Jo-Vaughn clean your room"—O.C.D., O.C.D

I used to wanna be like ODB, ODB

Now, I'm a rap star—O-M-G, O-M-G, what?

[Joey Bada$$'s mother:]

Everything is perception

Your perception of yourself or who you are is not what other people think that you are

So like for instance, you might say "I'm cool; I don't wear jewelry, I don't this, I don't that"

You don't have to

Curry Chicken lyrics - Joey Bada$$

[Joey Bada$$ (Joey's mother):]

Break it

(Like, "Oh, he's broke! I told you he was broke!")

Word

("I told you he ain't got no money!" or, you know, this and that, or whatever, whatever, then you'll see some other people, you'll put that you're here in this house: "Oh, Joey done made it! He bought a crib! He this, he that.")

Word, haha

(So it's all a story, it's a perception that people make for you, along the way. So it's not really what it necessarily is at any point in given—in time, and that's the thing that concerns me)

Break it down

[Joey Bada$$:]

We break it down like (break it down)

Joey Bad', he break it down like

My nigga Fly, he break it down like

My nigga Statik, break it down like

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

1-2, 1-2, 1-2, 1-2

Alright, alright, alright, alright, uhh

First things first is I been rehearsing these verses

In hopes that I hit the surface and keep myself afloat

But I know one day I'm earning me some platinum and some gold

And all them labels could just reimburse this dick in they throat

And tell my mama "Oh no," your purses will never run low

No more cause back when I was four, and we was poor

You would purchase the store

So here I go, your little man has got to grow

I'm walking out the door

My mama just be smiling cause she know

I got my back, ain't gotta worry

Only thing she ask is that I hurry

Home in time for Christmas for some dinner (Some dinner)

"Seen you on TV again, boy, you lookin' thinner

But you lookin' like a winner", aye

You got to give to get and then you give back

Then you give back, then you, then you give back

Worst thing worse, I could've been stealing your purse

Or just been, putting in work and leaving niggas in the dirt

But ever since birth I knew I would be something on this Earth

So now I spit that dope, that shit be hittin' ya nerve

And to my papa, my word is my bond

When you held me in your arms

Did you know along that a star was born?

Then you named me Jo-Vaughn, now that name ring alarms

Nearly 20 years later, we on a plane to The Palms

I gotcha back, ain't gotta worry (worry worry worry)

Only thing I ask is for some curry (curry c-c-curry)

Chicken when we land we eatin' dinner

Mama seen me on TV again, lookin' thinner

But I'm lookin' like a winner, aye

You got to give to get and then you give back

Then you give back, then you, then you give back

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the Lord, my soul to keep

If I should die before I wake

I pray the Lord my soul to take

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the Lord, my soul to keep

If I should die before I wake

I pray the Lord my soul to take

Break it down (my soul to take)

Break it down (I pray the Lord my soul to take)

(My soul to take)

Break it down (I pray the Lord my soul to take)

Break it down

Run Up On Ya lyrics - Joey Bada$$ (feat. Action Bronson & Elle Varner)

[Joey Bada$$:]

Yeah, run up on ya bitch like

Probably run up on ya bitch like

Lord, can I get a bad bitch?

High class whip, be above the average

Headed north west, that two-seater Kardashian

Type to give me brain up in the red light traffic

And keep ya head up, that 2Pac blasting

Face two sacks and then we back into this action

No time to relax, I need someone to count this cash with

That match with, give me what I'm askin'

The lady in the streets, a pure beast on that mattress

That's it, you're the only one I'm trying to mack with

But you could be a liability or fat ass-et

How real is that ass miss? Bend that shit backwards

Hit one backwood, crack the pussy like a password

Bet that pussy's last word is master

Ask her, rode my rocket 'til I made that astronaut

That's NASA's thought, be that young fly, nasty one

Swallow the seeds, please, but you can't catch me slipping, hon

[Elle Varner:]

So let's just ride away

We could die today

Got no time to waste

So just roll with me, baby

Ride or die

Always by your side

Until the end of time

Driving me crazy

[Joey Bada$$:]

First thing's first, I, Joey

Freaks all the honeys, mommies, the playboy bunnies

The hoes love me, get down before the money

Just know shit could get ugly, but whether it rain or sunny

Just never worry, chinchillas in February

Vanilla, that's when you ready

Check the itinerary whenever it's necessary

Keep my baby straight, peep my lady lace

The Margiela to Doneva

Fool less it's planned and everything is in control

So hit the gas and let's go

It's no sleep 'til Brooklyn, another beastie boy

And she just can't stop looking, ooh she like it raw

Real spitter and all and that's the word of mouth

And let her sit in the jaw

I'm so nasty, please just walk past me

So tempted to grab it, I gotta have it

We could be living lavish so tell me, girl, right away

We could hit the bank then escape to the hideaway

Is you riding, riding with me?

Is you riding?

Is you riding, riding with me?

Is you riding?

[Elle Varner:]

So let's just ride away

We could die today

Got no time to waste

So just roll with me, baby

Ride or die

Always by your side

Until the end of time

Driving me crazy

[Action Bronson:]

Getting head in the whip and not crashing it

FILA Velour shorts set, half Arabic

I sit in dark room with candle lit

Tell little mama handle it

Or you could leave the sandals on and pull your skirt up

I really remember reading Word Up

Tiger Beat, see me on the cover soon, fold out posters

Hanging on your shorties wall

I still be fucking women half my age when I'm 44

Young skin, a winning personality

Hard dick, million dollar salary

These cheating refs calling fouls on me

Break the fucking whistle off in his ass, now hit the road, Jack

Hop off the bozack, the .44 clap

You'll need LoJack to find your ho back

Euros'll get down, you know that

Swimming trunks and throwback

Yeah, you know that ah

[Elle Varner:]

So let's just ride away

We could die today

Got no time to waste

So just roll with me, baby

Ride or die

Always by your side

Until the end of time

Driving me crazy

Teach Me lyrics - Joey Bada$$ (feat. Kiesza)

[Joey Bada$$:]

Won't you teach me how to dance, how to dance

Won't you teach me how to dance, teach how to dance

Okay now

Life's like, life's like

Just like a tango, tango

You gotta move that, move that

Don't break an ankle, ankle

Tell me if you see me, see me

From your angle, angle

I'll be your genie, genie

You be my angel, angel

Okay, how low can you go?

That half a million records sold

Soon as all the cash hit the floor

Cash is out and I'm bout to blow

Rock your body, go back and forth

It's a personal party, you're at the fold

Hundred girls in the lobby after the show that I bodied

And after the show they prolly wanna perform for me

Put on a show for the Papi that I prolly want to see

So tell me what its gonna be she said

"This hunny ain't free

It's the best kind that's around

So you have to pay the fee"

Won't you teach me how to dance, how to dance?

Won't you teach me how to dance?

(Teach me how to dance)

[Kiesza:]

Let me show you how to groove, babe

How to move without a suitcase

Take a trip without a shoelace

I can lead you if you want

Let me help you move

Baby slide it

Give you a little bit of guidance

Enjoy the ride I'll be your pilot

You gotta glide it

Close your eyes, come fly

I'll show you how to vibe

Let me teach you how to dance, how to dance

I'mma teach you how to dance, how to dance, how to dance

Let me teach you how to dance, how to dance

I'mma teach you how to dance, how to dance, how to dance

Oooooh, oooooohhhhhh, oooohhhhh, oooooooohhhhh

[Joey Bada$$:]

Okay now

Life's like, life's like

Just like a salsa, salsa

You taste the spice right, spice right?

We need some water, water

Lately been caught up, caught up

These steps need order, order

Bring it in closer, closer

Let's combine auras, auras

Okay, right foot, left foot, let's go

Take my hand, take me 11 feet below

Bring it on there

What you got in store?

Rise up, look back at it

One jab at it

And I swear it's so rough, it's a bad habit

How I made the pussy dance?

How that happen?

We could call that magic

Say poof and our boots is tappin'

The sweetest taboo you practice

The sweetest juice that I have sip

I was raised by the Sycamore tree

I was told not to bite every apple I see

But somehow that's hard for me

Shorty make it clap, make it hard for me

Come grab the mic, spit a bar for me

Show me what you know, tell it all to me

Won't you teach me how to dance, how to dance?

Won't you teach me how to dance?

(Teach me how to dance)

[Kiesza:]

Let me show you how to groove, babe

How to move without a suitcase

Take a trip without a shoelace

I can lead you if you want

Let me help you move

Baby slide it

Give you a little bit of guidance

Enjoy the ride I'll be your pilot

You gotta glide it

Close your eyes, come fly

I'll show you how to vibe

Let me teach you how to dance, how to dance

I'mma teach you how to dance, how to dance, how to dance

Let me teach you how to dance, how to dance

I'mma teach you how to dance, how to dance, how to dance

Oooooh, oooooohhhhhh, oooohhhhh, oooooooohhhhh

[Joey Bada$$:]

Teach me how to dance and groove me out my pants

And my body through a trance and fuck we just like a sin

Teach me how to dance and groove me out my pants

And my body through a trance and fuck we just like a sin

mixtape: Summer Knights (2013)

Alowha lyrics - Joey Bada$$

Make Some Noise

And the champion

Reigning that is

From Flatbush, Brooklyn

You are now listening to

Ladies and gentlemans, boys and girls

All to float this poison in this world

Arhg yeah! We back!

Kirk Knight on the beat, Brooklyn

Have a safe summer

Pro Era, we are here

Rest in peace my nigga Steez, this is for you

Summer Knights

My nigga og swink in this bitch

I know what's more still going nigga

Chuck S you know who I am

Bitchies, I see y'all outta here in summer, take times all that shit

Yeah. Back in this muthafucka

Reportin' live from a lyrical high

One time

Yo, with not a damn thing on my mind but this rhyme

And a matter of time to make this whole shit align

Like I planned out, nothing in life gets handout

Just stand out, ever since I hit the pot my vision panned out

Pressure boil 'til I'm fanned out, now we the popular band

So they can't keep their hands off of the man now

Invite 'em in, give 'em that S vitamin, baby Cham style

Got some Trini girl to soak it up, ShamWow!

Damn, child, you're killin 'em

Fillin' 'em, drillin' 'em with serums of pure noradrenaline

High blood feelin' like the thermostat cracked, left mercury spillin'

Your favorite rapper tryna earn stacks from nursery children

True emcees write a verse and rehearse it a million times

Just for the rebirth of a feelin' prime and golden

Shawty ask what I'm holdin', teasin' 'em

Know when the magnum blast eye squeeze magnesium

Used to be mad premature, now I'm mad premium

From lookin' up to niggas, to lookin' up niggas

Meetin' 'em, meetings with 'em

Give 'em a high pitch like curve balls and helium

Young scorcher trying to evolve like Charmeleon

Million, yeah, nigga, we tryna get a million

Got the bomb nigga, Baghdad

I'm blown away from a bad pass

Walk on grass, below skunk, I smell sole funk in the stash

My SB's, antimony I never had

I was more arsenic, vaporize when I got heated

Never jealous, solid as a rock n' roll fo' planes

No propellers, just some Pro fellas, who you know better?

Never lost my groove, I don't know no Stella

It's a cold world without Coachella

A shady bunch, like under Interscope umbrella

But that don't phase me once, people say I'm crazy

But call me young Evel 'cause I crazy stunt

Amaze these punks, drop swank like it's knowledge to ya

Mr. Bada$$ is ya scholar's tutors

Swank the lord and hallelujah

Still praying to the Allahs, gods and Judahs

Balance out my lows on a low high

Niggas ain't know I'm sitting so high

Balance out my lows on the low high

I'm like a low high

Yo, yo, yo, yo hit 'em high, hit 'em low

Leave 'em with no direction to go

Yo, yo, yo, yo hit 'em high, hit 'em low

Direct-less indigos

Yeah nigga straight Bagdad From Flatbush...Brooklyn

One time

It's Beastcoast shit

Balance out my lows on a low high

Pro Era

Niggas ain't know I'm sitting so high

Rest low high

Hillary $wank lyrics - Joey Bada$$

We don't say swag no more, we say swank

Yo, yo, hip-hop's a jungle

Uh, lost in his time, I'm just tryna get it like a boss in his prime

These fake niggas sublime, light for fine sights

Wishing we'll fortune but the price ain't quite right

The slice ain't quite ripe

Still pulling strings how I fly but I don't like kites

How they gon' treat Brooklyn's finest not as fine as diamonds?

And fine nice, surrounded by hard flow like Icelands

Now we getting icing, finances nice

And I don't like surprises, I like superb prices rising

It's the least I could do, these verses priceless

Rehearse in private, reverse her eyelid until she curse in silent (insolent)

Got a problem solve it, all my Pros solids

We all gon' dine and until then we mobbing

So don't push me, uh, I'm close to the pussy

Even closer to the knowledge, dropped out of college in advance

Then hit the ground running like it's ants in my pants

Honey, Pop was a bumbaclot and had a queen bee Mommy

Uh, I love her to the tissue, disrespect my blood and it's an issue

She like, "This you on the cover for real? Ah, you so official"

Now go ahead and buy you some shoes that really fit you

I know she always think of little me, but now I got big literally

Worldwide and physically

I'm saying I used to take walks around Little Italy

Now I roam 'round Sicily and I'm plotting on a milli

Hmm, another loud pack, another proud cat

Hey, pound that, hip-hop sounds been profound back

Slow down that metronome, nigga

Let it hit home when the specimen showin' gon' glitter

Gold and ices trigger, your true ideology

I can subtract one with the gun, that's true trigonometry

But that won't coincide with the true nigga that I'mma be

He's royal poverty, I kicks philosophies

Not because I rock soccer tees

I ain't gon' beg but I can please

Rock your socks and sockets out your knees

Fulfill your needs with similes non-similar

Spit that unfamiliar, put that on familia

If you love hip-hop, ladies, rub your papillas

And fellas beat they chest like they silverback gorillas

It's the new age, children of the crystal healers

Thinking I butterfly, I try catapult caterpillars

After years of constructing they start assumptions

So I keep my circumference of deep fried friends like dumplings

But fuck that, my nigga, we munching, we hungry

After years of constructing they start assumptions

So I keep my circumference of deep fried friends like dumplings

But fuck that, my nigga, we munching, we hungry

Swanking, Swanking, Swanking

I see you, Jigga! Hilary Swanking

Alright, I'm off this

My Youth lyrics - Joey Bada$$

Badman Ting

[Joey Bada$$:]

Uh, just put it in the air

Light that loud and watch disappear here

Thoughts at the speed of light years, I could see the light

Yeah, this the right year made the flow, yeah

Clear and easy to steer in the space and time erasing fine

Amazing in the maze of clichés

Each day weighs out enlightenment

Niggas blacked out 'cause I got ultra violent

Now my wave lengths to the radio waves

Still keep it under pavements but not a ratio change

My patio the same, but I ain't even got to tell them that

Poppy leave them dimes at my welcome mat

Get high as heavens, hope he'll never come back

I'm like 5'11, but have angelic contact

The devil jealous in fact, 'cause I rebel the spells

With a letter to God, I swear you know me so well

This one time, I said, "Lord, would you help?"

Some short time after, see my music on the shelf

And of course, I gotta thank myself

My wealth is in my happiness and mind

And not my pocket health in its ashes

If you don't even think sometimes

If it's passion let relationships synchronize

Drowning inside her, true eyes is to the higher

I don't drink too much, I know the bud wiser

It's the livest one, Bedford-Stuyvesant

[Collie Buddz:]

Yo dogs, I got the loud

Blow the smoke straight up to the cloud like

I sky high, my sky high

Ay, sky high, sky high

Yo dogs, I got the loud

Blow the smoke straight up to the cloud like

I sky high, my sky high

Ay, sky high, sky high

[Joey Bada$$:]

Uh, one hand on the mac, one hand on my sac

I'm thinking to myself, what if I handed it back?

But I gotta hand it to myself, I'm handling rap

Handsome versing that's like hand-in-hand combat

Rehearsing, I got eight arms, nigga

Disarm your favorite rapper, he won't come back

Made flex drop eight times, nigga

On contact, rewind that like eight times

Got to keep it G, this for my masons

Figure it out, eight times, the average amount

I may sign which I don't like lime light but I'll shine witcha

Bitch, I gotta eat, I might dine witcha

Yeah, I got bars but I'm like Akon witcha

Convict music for real, this industry give me chills

'Cause in the streets I'm chill but still heating up for a mill

I'm like so real, life is so surreal

Sosa really got sealed for the way he revealed

Taking hold of pitchforks still, but I will never yield

In this pitchfork hold thinking I gotta appeal

'Cause I'm thinking like a deal could get me living swell for real

But if I sky-fall, thinking ideal

[Collie Buddz:]

Yo dogs, I got the loud

Blow the smoke straight up to the cloud like

I sky high, my sky high

Ay, sky high, sky high

Yo dogs, I got the loud

Blow the smoke straight up to the cloud like

I sky high, my sky high

Ay, sky high, sky high

Selling LPs and CDs

Grassroots with grassroots, seeds on civis

Five finger discount weed leaves

Exceptionally speaking determination

Breeds success and proceeds

Feds want the photos and IDs

Into them blood like IVs

Cause every youth

Want the newest Nikes

Straight jeans and white tees

But these things will get pricey

[Joey Bada$$:]

And I'm gone, hitting knowledge

And I'm hitting the strong

I've been hurting way too long

And I can't wait too long

And I'm gone, hitting knowledge

As I'm hitting the strong

I've been hurting way too long

I can't wait too long

I've been hurting way too long

I can't wait too long

Death Of YOLO lyrics - Joey Bada$$

This the song I wrote if I died

I was on the 50 mile doing 9-5

Beating the pussy like it ain't got 9 lives

And I'm high, mix Ciroc and some blunts, 'cause you only live once

'Cause you only live once

This the song I wrote if I died

I was on the 50 mile doing 9-5

Beating the pussy like it ain't got 9 lives

And I'm high, mix Ciroc and some blunts, 'cause you only live once

'Cause you only live once

This the song I wrote if I died

I was on the 50 mile doing 9-5

Beating the pussy like it ain't got 9 lives

And I'm high, mix Ciroc and some blunts, 'cause you only live once

'Cause you only live once

[Joey Bada$$:]

White girl wasted, my wife-girl hate it

'Cause when I'm faded I just wanna

See her naked

Adjust adjacent, like baby let me see your matrix

Kama Sutra, back to basics

Since I was on the go, back to the block

105 on, started bumpin' Hard Knock

I looked at my nigga Fly, as my heart dropped

Sedan in front swervin' as the car stopped

In that split second, my foot steppin' breakin'

I thought to myself, I always knew that I would make it

All it took was patience, and now I'm on the stations

Luckily I made it right before my life was taken

It was too good to be mistaken for happiness and riches

People callin' my phone, like they happy that we did it

Little did they know I was 'bout to meet my maker

Till an angel came down and told me that my time was later

This the song I wrote if I died

I was on the 50 mile doing 9-5

Beating the pussy like it ain't got 9 lives

And I'm high, mix Ciroc and some blunts, 'cause you only live once

'Cause you only live once

[Smoke DZA:]

Right, fuck it

Pass the deuce, 'member creepin' through the 'jects

Had to, stash the deuce in my 40 'Low boots

International, my bread is well earned

L's burn, smash hoes in Melboure

Light skinned jawn, look like Chanel Imon

One night, got her hooked, like I'm heroin

Vintage Vanson's puffin' on chron

Posted, lookin' like a slim or Daron

Give me some to a 112 song

Smoke a nigga like a Newport Long

Pass off to my man, be a baton

'Cause it ain't no fun if the homies don't get none

Right, it's like ballin' on a bitty

Bunch of bad bitches from different cities

Illest niggas in New yitty

Kush God, Joey Bada$$, relax and stack the skrilly, DZA

This the song I wrote if I died

I was on the 50 mile doing 9-5

Beating the pussy like it ain't got 9 lives

And I'm high, mix Ciroc and some blunts, 'cause you only live once

'Cause you only live once

[Joey Bada$$:]

Late night cruisin', fusing the green with the Cuban

So swift we moving through clouds intruding

Celestial Nubians, known them since

I was a Brand Nubian and they influenced him

And now it's new beginnin's, catch me sinnin' in Sin City

Sittin' and spinnin' and spittin' in ya city

Swimmin' in ya bitty, put kin in her kitty and breasts

Got protection in the vest, but still penetrate correct

The vets, I got the remedy for these bitches

Inject, enter sex and eject get some intellect

And jet 'cause all we do is flex on the weekends

They upset 'cause I learned how to flex on the weakest

End of my strength they drenched in their trenches

The fence in my terrace is gold, leave ya defenseless in the cold

And I know all you nigga's weaknesses

Through my threshold, sight on some instinctive shit

This the song I wrote if I died

I was on the 50 mile doing 9-5

Beating the pussy like it ain't got 9 lives

And I'm high, mix Ciroc and some blunts, 'cause you only live once

'Cause you only live once

Right On Time lyrics - Joey Bada$$

[Tweet:]

My eyes have never seen someone so beautiful, so much charm

[Joey Bada$$:]

The only lady I can ever match bonds with

On some atomic bond shit, our love is plutonic

But I just can't put my foot on it

My one and my only, we not only lovers but homies

Whenever I'm lonely, right on time she arrives

She know the business for some minutes

I bury that kitty alive, oh no, I'm kidding but I really be in it

And we don't plan on having kiddies

But I really be skinnin', really be raw

They say sex is the weapon, love is really a war

And sometimes I feel threatened 'cause she really know all

My weaknesses, sometimes we fight, won't speak and shit

But we both know what the sequence is

It's like a never-ending cycle, something like your menstrual

The day you put your menopause, I'll pause the instrumentals

That dussace got me in the mental

Me and you until the end of time 'til we no longer existential

[Joey Bada$$ (Tweet):]

(Right on time, you are my love)

This ain't nothing like consistence, persistence

When we switching positions

My mission's to put you in the best conditions

(Right on time, you are my love)

This ain't nothing like consistence, persistence

When we switching positions

My mission's to put you in the best conditions

[Tweet:]

My eyes have never seen someone so beautiful, so much charm

[Joey Bada$$:]

They say one man's trash is another man's treasure

No, one man's clever, one knows no better

I like to go get her to keep her warm in cold weather

She blow below better then she goes for endeavors

Write our names on the clouds in bold letters

If hoes ever touch me, she load Berettas

But trust me, she's lusty, it must be me rubbin' it off on her skin

I can't budge her, a pen? I swear that her love is just a sin

We back at it again, fussin' and fightin', I start cussin', she cryin'

Break up to make up, I start cuttin' then slide it in

Then mix the vibe with some Hen, you got five, I got ten

Now we some trippy niggas as high as a fin

But what's your game, love? Already know it

We some ordinary people but extraordinary poets

Get lost in the Moët when I po' it

Fuck it if we drownin' in pain, 'cause we don't really show it

[Joey Bada$$ (Tweet):]

(Right on time, you are my love)

This ain't nothing like consistence, persistence

When we switching positions

My mission's to put you in the best conditions

(Right on time, you are my love)

This ain't nothing like consistence, persistence

When we switching positions

My mission's to put you in the best conditions

[Tweet:]

My eyes have never seen someone so beautiful, so much charm

Sweet Dreams lyrics - Joey Bada$$

First I wake up, wake up, thinking of a plan to get my cake up, cake up

'Cause I can't pay the rent with school papers

I need two acres and more

I know how it feel walking out the door pockets out of dough

Out it doe, be on the flow

We smoking indo, but we out though, adios

My audio getting me that Audi dough or the Range Rov'

Mahogany colored clothing, my hog in the road

Drive slow, cruising down memory lane before I hit the streets

Have my melody playing, creators choose flight with my melancholy saying

Head between clouds, I think I'm married to Jane

I remember the days when I'd forever complain

That's way before they started paying, I was in pain

Sick in the brain like I never met a physicist yet

Only lyricist on my metaphysics intellect

Sweet dreams, stuck in the 90s

90s babies it's a matter of timing

Sweet dreams my nigga, I wish you sweet dreams my nigga

Sweet dreams, stuck in the 90s

90s babies it's a matter of timing

And time's not rewinding, yeah

'Round two 'bout, half of this loud through

Don't let them hounds snoop and get soundproofed

High frequency sounds too

Has statik spot over serious statik shots

Scrap vinyls over them statik pops

I'm a fanatic fly but a sporadic guy

Never chat a lot, just pass the Lye and guide the youth

Stand with the truth, Nigga nothin' less

When the "Play"button pressed

Killswitches feel it hit ya chest

And meet your death, if I'm caught on the fence know hell hit ya

Yes true vets keeps it real whichya

Ill wit ya, show you the real picture

Only keep the ones around that suffer for meals whichya

'Cause when them suckas see ya supper

And your cake getting richer and your pockets getting thicker

That's when they want you to remember a nigga

But when I handed you the tape you couldn't remember to listen

Sweet dreams, stuck in the 90s

90s babies it's a matter of timing

Sweet dreams my nigga, I wish you sweet dreams my nigga

Sweet dreams, stuck in the 90s

90s babies it's a matter of timing

And time's not rewinding, yeah

Been on my grind, I keep it 50-50

That's 100 on the real, no balance scales, still trippy

Where I live it's either you know talents well and sell records

Or no talent, well we still sell for the record

Somehow the rap game reminds me of the trap game

In fact is the exact same, and these tracks is my crack caine

And if you listening then you a fiend

Our music is the cure like some vaccines

Exotic to the core so stop asking

Got the blueprints to the game, but I read it as king

There's 47 ways to get this green

One is being an enslaved being, the other dreams

Red pill or blue bean, I can't sit still I'm too lean, nigga

Brush my bill on on new beams

Niggas on my tail now that I blew green

Sweet dreams, stuck in the 90s

90s babies it's a matter of timing

Sweet dreams my nigga, I wish you sweet dreams my nigga

Sweet dreams, stuck in the 90s

90s babies it's a matter of timing

And time's not rewinding, yeah

Sweet dreams stuck in the 90s nigga

Stuck in the 90s nigga

We just some stuck in the 90s niggas

47 Goonz lyrics - Joey Bada$$

This is from the real side

[Joey Bada$$:]

Yo, Badass don't act or pretend, back at it again

Hit it from the back, she a addict within

I got her on some shit like "I'm a get tatted for him"

She a ride or die, slim, when she in the denims

Remember it like it was yesterday

Another case of "I fucked your bitch, nigga" but a more clever way

Quarter in the room to elevate, said if you ever may

Slip then hit her on the hip where the Beretta stay

Catch me somersaulting my eyelids

Awakened from a dream, just perceived how I live

So it's make believe, rather unique

Lavish, sweet all live in a rapper physique

Hit up a show then after retreat back to the telly with freaks

Pack up a bowl and we ain't even eat

But we got a appetite for cookie creases and treats

And they all got tricks up they sleeve

[Dirty Sanchez:]

I'm ashing on the bridge, Mary Jane, fuck your cigarettes

I'm laughing out loud, ask me if I'm still stressed, possessed

Hope the boys in blue don't arrest yours truly

Respect but suspect, protect your neck jewelry

47s and Uzis, well-connected and recruiting

I be with my Mexicans, I know they got the toolie

I'm smoking doobies with like 20 of my goons

Hotbox the whip and let smoke fill the room

Even through my lenses, my sense is on the moon

Dirty be the name and I came from the black lagoon

I'm sick with the ink like infected tattoos

Just one love but the two-three's branded on my shoes

You would think I had a eighth the way I'm crushing them grapes

Had her whining for a taste, that's why she's up in my face

Them Apex taking over like we running with Apes

What's the verdict? Nothing but a fucking disgrace, nigga

[Nyck Caution:]

Check

This ain't Quidditch but you know the snitch get caught

Then get bitched like the bitch she brought, throw your fit then walk

When they clip all of your Christmas thoughts

There's no giving when they take what you got

Placed in the crop circle, doc with a smock, see

Art what we drop, shopping cart with Da Vinci

Whimpering, leave that risk to your Pros

Wrist full of stone, lapidate if they pass me the smoke

I'm strapped and irate, daps from the fake

Get me mad and I contemplate irrational mode

Don't think about nada, strung you by your collar

The flow father who balanced out his chromosomes proper

I'm going home partner like Posada, they talk beef

But toss the ensalada, peep the blue Impala

There's arrogant cops who stay intruding

Can't stop the 47 like protagonist in Absolution

Them wack rappers who track-eluding

Critic is a random student who use the Era as a new rap influence

Faster than ransom shootings or some cancer fluid

I still kill and you can't lose it

Word Is Bond lyrics - Joey Bada$$

Got the reggies from the Bush

Get lifted like a saint off the kush, man all my niggas push

So I always got the zipstock in the Ziplock

Stay lo, like Ralph lip stock, hit the Mary, won't kiss and tell

My lips locked but my grip's not so I pass it off

Real burners, and we ashing off your furniture

Fuck your couch, bitch, hush your mouth

She said she fell in one of them Ls, but lust don't count

These chickens don't love me, they love the account

But they will never know what's the amount, I keep the hoes in check

'Til they bounce, don't ever let a chick see you withdrawn

These niggas want to know what I draw with

But won't respond to what I've drawn

Tetrahedrons, take a dose of Patron

With knowledge juice and deuce Cubes of Metatron

They wouldn't hear the tone through a megaphone, let alone

Cella phone, but my line stay hella blown

Hella blown, hella blown

Yo Houston, we got a problem, copy

Four, five hotties in the lobby

Said that they can blow the rockets properly, but blow up spots and never stop

Like them aki's, they never get aqui to my property

Known around my city like George Pataki

Young Jason for them dollars in the mix like teriyaki

And round four, I force my large Versace

Over my big head, cause I don't live here, she getting too cocky

Won't spot me in no closet

I ain't like Kels and them

Her closet full of arm limbs and a skeleton

I spray nines on foes, bet if you pick five emcees

Seven, ain't gone flow like me, nigga I'm two-six

I mean too sick, sent to Earth just to shit

Mami, come steer, some new stick, got a man?, I don't give two shits

Better tell that doofus deuces before he catch a whipping

Hit him in his Charles Dickens and strip him for his Scottie Pippens

Cause it's all about the big pimping

Rob him for his Nixon, and then question him about his timing

Right here, it gets reckless, best advice is

To tuck your necklace, and put your arms right back into your Lexus

Cause G-Stone Crips, they ain't nothing

To flex with, and billy gang Pyru, they really on some next shit

So if I were you I would probably ride with two

No fool, not two dudes, two tools

As in deuce-deuce cause niggas jack you for your soul

And your new shoes and your jewels too

There's something about another nigga having shit

That have a nigga spazzing clips all up in your back and dip

Cause it's all about bagging the baddest chick

Stacking them chicks up in Saks Fifth

But word is bond, you been on

Word is bond, you been on

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