mixtape: Rejex (2012)

• Intro
• Flow-ers
• Catharsis
• Indubitable
• oG killuminati
• Pantie Raid
• That Gushy
• Fantom
• Silent Night
• Oh, Deer (Beddar Daze)
• DSL (Da Special List)
• Update
• Little Rachel
• This Feelin' (Bonus Track) 

Intro lyrics - Joey Bada$$

Back when rappers was really rappers

Pass the herbs, pass the herbs

Pass the herbs, pass the herbs

Pass the herbs, pass the herbs

Pass the herbs, pass the herbs

It's been a minute since they seen a style with no gimmicks

Clouds'll stay limits cuz we in em'

Eyes low, squinting, more Ls but we winning

Acting like it's hard to find women when I'm in these hard to find linens

Remember those days it was hard to find a living

But now we got ends and it's only the beginning

Big pimpin', foolin' dimes rob em' for their innocence

Cake like Entenmann's, flow sweet like cinnamon

He a child but they treat him like the bigger man

Cuz when the pen in his hand they big him up like he Jigga Man

Know you see em' in the mirror fam

The ones who say you ain't hot be your biggest fan, like nigga damn

Before he got popular he been the man

With yo' chick, in the can, rollin' through an instant gram

Got a whiff a' grands now everybody say they distant fam

Know the haters still jelly but fuck it though, it's the jam... man

Flow-ers lyrics - Joey Bada$$

Now, if I ain't know no better, I coulda been sucked right up into the setup

But I kept my head up, and every time I failed I would get up

See I ain't need no nines and Berettas

I kill with the lines and the letters, with the verbs and the nouns

Just a kid tryna get his sound heard around

Jump into cyphers, and keep the old timers, astounded

They said he was the best in his surroundings 'cause everyone around him would drown him

In the fair one, no one son could pound him

With the lyrics, you pray you hear it, they said his bad hood couldn't match his good spirit

And one day his mom and dad, will be cheering

To his Grammy nomination and proclamation

To his world domination, inauguration into greatness

From making rations to caking

2 AM he be up like addict he's an addict alarm clock pop he back at it

Barely got any sleep, but, he gotta eat

'Cause ain't shit cheap and his soul is torned out of feet

He got dreams, but don't plan on sleeping until he reach 'em

Until you all feast him, paying houses where you sleep in

Until his album ready and his fans get it leaking just for sneak peaks and

Until then, his home is the booth

He spittin' to the plaque it's poofed off his tooth

Like Hocus Pocus

Or word he's too focused

You should quote it

His goal is the denial that he wrote it

Flowin' like oceans and menstruals

Ink from the pen, lies within my credentials

They told me that I could be mental

But mamma always said that I was special

Haters tell me I should stop

My enemies tryin' see me in the box

So the streets tell me to cop a Glock and pop it

But something down deep tells me I'm the next prophet

Like the new Muhammad or the new Marcus Garvey

Or probably, it makes sense why I'm so heavily guarded

Wait, no, please restart it

I'm heavenly guarded, it's the golden child and for a while

God been looking down with a smile

Watchin' me prosper

Attackin' with the raps and then conquer

The junior Frank Sinatra, rapping out the Opera

You should spectate in the booth with a suit and binoculars

Like nigga it's a honor, it's motherfuckin' honor

Catharsis lyrics - Joey Bada$$

Vigorous, the illest realest lyricist

I'm sick like syphilis

Got a certificate for killing shit

And any innocent who witnesses the fucking incident

Got a team of militants

Punch lines, crunch ligaments

This is Mr. Bada$$, the young villain

Hide the children and hide the women

There's no slides when you're caught slippin' so be cautious

A homie keeps a gorgeous twelve gauge

So if you run your mouth, your jaw gone

The double entendre, monster

Niggas thank me, say I'm number one in the rankings

I tell 'em it's an honor

'Cause these niggas faking and they nada

Fuckin' stupid Malagas, part of the Espana

I sip on Coladas and feel your chick tatas

'Til I bust like piñatas

Only true Shotta, come kill 'em with the Patois

Same time, met the gal, and up for dagga, that's word to Spragga

I'm a young Wayne, I'm going insane, Liu Kang

Super Saiyan whenever the loops be playing

Only be a kid, but yo, see if the youth's playin'

When the doobs flamed, I get enlightened 'til I be in Zeus' lane

Find that quite amusing, I bone her like museum

Sit back, relax, and watch her bring it back, Boomerang

Now bring that back like poo stains in your new jeans

No need to be too ashamed

If you didn't get that the first time like new names

In my city, I be Bruce Wayne

Yup, 'cause when I get put on

I got them like new J's

He say, she say, who say that I'm not the next young Lupe

The one-handed shit you got to say, to you, touche

I'm the type to pull a dyke and only hit it on Tuesday

You the chump that when I come, it feel like it be Doomsday

'Cause the flow is Apocalypse

You say them niggas ill

But they still ain't even shocking us

Yo, who the fuck is stopping us?

A bunch of nice niggas with aim like who blocking us?

BK where we stay, but you can still see the Pac in us

Oh, no disrespect to Diddy

Don't mean to be saditty

But I plan to conquer my city like yo, it's no Biggie

No really, it's no biggy and 50 can't bother

In a few years I plan to outshine Mr. Shawn Carter

Look at the war I done started

Notice the cartharsis revealed by the appeal of this young artist

Indubitable lyrics - Joey Bada$$

I'm indubitable, spitting pharmaceuticals

All I do is win, ties are simply unsuitable

Bitches on my cuticles, I changed the game like oodables?

The Davey Jones of rap is back, the bodies in my cubicle

Ever since a toddler, I had them call me father

Since ye' high, I got booty like prostate doctor

Mom want me be doctor, I be rhymin' like pasta

Eat them like they pasta, headed straight up, posture

Niggas can never knock the, hustling

Bitches on my balls, never fumbling

Nigga in fact they be doubling

But the hunnies get the smothering, never loving them

I never sleep, Got the heavy bags, struggling

They run from him when he approach, they call him the hero

All he need is thee cloak, 'cause murder what he wrote

And fuck guns, don't need those

Everything is done to the Max, no Keeble

Circle tighter than Speedo, I'm the Don like Cheadle

I'm flyer than eagle, I get the cheeks like pillows

Uh, I swear niggas they bout it, they ''bout shit

You'd be in good shape if ran like your mouth did

Ya'll lower than mouse shit, I'm higher than mountains

Keep false announcing, have you running like fountain

They ain't amounting to the money I'm counting

In a few year my accountants need accountants

Uh, everything y'all do is counters to me

Stupid nigga kinda seem you were counting on me

But I, bet you ain't trying to encounter with me

Nuh uh, I'm piranha, you some flounder to me

And the word on the grapevine, I'm going up great heights

Joey got enough line to capture a great white

I get more shine than late night, I'm beast who ain't ate right

Back up on my mojo, I'll show you what apes like

Nigga it's JoJo, they on my pogo, no homo

I ride the beat like the man on my polo

Ya'll some bozos, I'm underage, but pour more though

That Roso got me moving slow-mo

I'm taking photos with your ho-ho

Chris Cringlely gifted, I'm ill with the writtens

Got my finger to the world, fuck it a fist then

Sit back and look at what you been missin', nigga

oG killuminati lyrics - Joey Bada$$ (feat. Capital STEEZ)

Yes, Strawberries!

I'm a beast with these flows

Two birds, one stone, you get geese'd when trees rolled

They say I'm evil 'cause I trained my ego to see gold

'Cause he know, seagulls couldn't see these goals, please

It's the return of the beast coast

No cash flashed, but the cheese still make teeth show

Incognito, is how you move on the strip

What you tryna be Vito? Well there's rules to this shit

Don't get clapped, ya'll ain't real spitters, ya'll lips chapped

Better watch it, Mr. Nicewatch, don't risk that

I got a 6 pack of bare skill that I spill like that

And everybody know (That shit crack!)

Ya'll niggas softspoken, down below choking

The type to drop the soap when you soakin' in front of most men

There's makes sense why you want beef, well this frozen

It's nuts for you screwed in the tool, and can't hold em

Better shoot yourself Plaxico, because I'm next to go

The Progressive flows from New York to New Mexico

My lyrical span is what the fans is demandin'

Step into my box and that's exactly what you stand in

Ain't no half steppin' around me

And you gotta drown a fish before you clown me

The young cop killer, I'm that ill, so doc' will ya

Give me two shots for 2Pac killer....nigga

Pantie Raid lyrics - Joey Bada$$

Now age ain't nothing but a digit

So baby if you're with it, we can kick it

And get lifted off the Sour and the piff

And start whispering, and start kissing

Your red bottoms knocking on my Pippens

Tell me if you dig it, so we can get a dick in

Life, she be bitching, so get it while you live it

And stop fronting, you need to quit it

I swear I'mma hit it, I just need you to pitch it

So hollar if you're with it

She tried to play me, she said that i'm only a baby

She said she gets crazy, it'll probably amaze me

She said that she too much, she don't think that I'm enough

I got a smooth style, but she like to do it rough

She caught me slippin', I wasn't trippin'

Cause it ain't a joke how I be ripping up the kitten

I told her listen, Lord knows that I'm a good Christian

But we can do it in the tub or we can do it in the kitchen

She started gigglin', She thinks I'm kiddin'

I was on a mission, blowing double o's, always get the women

I know she peep the fits, I told her read my lips

Said we can do it like that or like this

Cut the light switch

Close your eyes, let the music intervene

We can play some Marvin Gaye or a little Al Green

We can listen to some Prince while I kiss up on your lips

Or get right with Betty Wright, turn it up, that's my shit

[Sylvia Robinson:]

And now, it's time, baby

I'm going to take them off

Did you hear what I said?

I'm going to take them all off

This one is a pantie dropper, this shit is a pantie dropper

This when her pantie dropping, this shit is a pantie dropper

This one is a pantie dropper, this shit is a pantie dropper

This shit is a pantie dropper, this one is a pantie dropper

This shit be pantie dropping, this one is a pantie dropper

This shit is a pantie dropper, this one is a pantie dropper

Pussy is the greatest invention of the man upstairs

Now you can see him in heaven putting it together

You know the nigga was up there "Jesus, I got somn'

Nigga wait till you see it"

That Gushy lyrics - Joey Bada$$

Now you already know why I'm here girl

Come here girl, let me lick up on your ear girl

You say you got a man, well I don't care girl

Cause I'm right here, he way over there girl

You ain't even got to do shit

Two minutes, and already spot your juices

And that's just how I do this

Sex game stupid, she thought that I was cupid

And don't you fight it, I know you know you like it

Cause when the light flick, I creep inside your private

Talk, Victoria's Secret

She see the polo draws, she start to debriefing

She say she want the treatment right

I kiss up on her neck and hold the cleavage tight

Till it's evening time, we been at it all day

If your ex's ain't do it as good, they all gay

You can hit me always, I be free and all day

Treat that cookie like a rookie, I just want more play

Who taught you? I know it ain't Yeezy

Ain't trying to say you sleazy but this was too easy

He a mogul and I'm a local, but in the bed I really go loco

Let's take a photo, put it in slo-mo

And come get up on this poco

Just give it to me

I want ya, I need ya (I'm sayin girl)

Just give it to me

I want ya, I need ya (Aye c'mere girl)

Just give it to me

I want ya, I need ya

Just give it to me

Give me that funk, that gushy stuff

Give me that funk, that gush

Round 2, say the word if you can't take it

And I understand you into breaking

But no can do

Hey I 4x2, now come blow my flute

You know you look so cute, when you down there

Little to the right, yea around there

Perfect, I'm glad we past flirting

Before you wasn't certain when I was lifting up your skirt and

But now you squirting, at the same time I'm bursting

You look good on twitter but even better in person

I wanna take the time out to say that it was worth it

Your trip from NYC to out here in Burston, I mean Boston

I'm a MAC like your lip gloss is

Girl you so fine I wonder what the cost is

A Dime [?] I'd give that ass a Milli

Coochie got the power, neutrons on my jimmy

Know you thought I was a kiddy and know that I wouldn't last

You'd thought it be a quickie, you probably even laughed, well

I bet you regret that you said it

I can tell I'm the bestest by how wet your bed is

She told me "Shut Up" and just let it ride

I'm like girl that shit fat how much you let it slide?

She sighed and replied "It was only like 5"

I'm like "Fuck it, girl just close your eyes" and

Just give it to me

I want ya, I need ya (I'm sayin girl)

Just give it to me

I want ya, I need ya (Aye c'mere girl)

Just give it to me

I want ya, I need ya

Just give it to me

Fantom lyrics - Joey Bada$$

The force will be with you always

Yo, Nicki can't even rap

You could catch me on the Kawasaki, evadin' paparazzi

I was spotted with a hotty, gettin' blumpkin in a porter-potty

Feelin' like the man, but nose still snotty

And she knows I got hoes, but still want me to body (the kitty)

I'm not kiddin', nor am I lyin'

Should've known I'd be achieving 'til I'm dyin'

You know I'm not buyin' shit, keep supplyin' dick

Quit all that cryin' shit, and stop denyin' it

She like, "I usually don't do this"

I said, "You're foolish, I heard you did it to like half of the students"

I checked her quick, I threw her down, she intercepted it

And I ejected it, she swallowed and digested it. I jetted quick

No time for a marriage, baby in a carriage

I'm all about my cabbage, something like a rabbit

I'm trying to feed my ear a few carats but they ain't tryin' have it

They rather, see me die before they see me fly

With diamond supply fly and the jeans blue dye

That's over heads like rainbows

We ain't no hoes, you dodo birds, 4-0 verbs, you porno nerds

I got my own religion so fuck what your pastor sayin'

Hard shit up in your hands like you're masturbating

It's the pre-ejaculation squad, we be raping ya'll, duct-taping then taping ya'll

Just for evidence, send it to your residence

A bunch of fucking rebelists who never learned they etiquette

Bitch

Silent Night lyrics - Joey Bada$$

The force will be with you....always

She left and broke my heart like twice

(Twice twice twice twice)

Now everything is dark and it's fucking up my life

(Life life life)

And I just wanna make it right

(Right right right)

But I won't make it through the night

(Night night night)

'Cause suicide is painless, so I'm about to aim this

Weapon of steel right to my brain and just bang it

32 in the clip but one is in the chamber

Click clack, hope it freeze me from my anger

If you don't plan on staying, I'm saying

I'm better off just laying

Six feet deep underneath the fucking pavement

At least you work the grave-shift for treating me like ape shit

I even wrote you love songs but money's was your language

Just look at all the damage that you did

Chuckin' up the deuces to the suicidal vital motherfucking nuisance

I knew it, and now I'm about to lose it

Blood splatter on the wall recognize what you did

She left and broke my heart like twice

(Twice twice twice twice)

Now everything is dark and it's fucking up my life

(Life life life)

And I just wanna make it right

(Right right right)

But I won't make it through the night

(Night night night)

I mean I just don't understand

Thought I was the better man

And we had a fucking plan just to make it all work out

Turned out, you not the one for me and it wasn't meant to be

But I still can't see, need to face reality

'Cause you're everything I wanted, a goddess

I said that on your behalf just trying to be modest

To be honest, but if I can't have you nobody can

Let me see you with another man and it's done for him

Call me fucking crazy but baby

How you gon' play me? I mean, have you seen me lately?

Went from elated to a Swayze, ghostin'

Taking my life the only escape from your potion

She left and broke my heart like twice

(Twice twice twice twice)

Now everything is dark and it's fucking up my life

(Life life life)

And I just wanna make it right

(Right right right)

But I won't make it through the night

(Night night night)

'Cause homicide is painful, bitch you should be thankful

I turned that fucking anal licking nigga into an angel

Fuck you mad at me for? Because I put the C4 in the car

And blew that motherfucker up, swerving off the Detour

Well hee haw, boo hoo; now it's just we two

What you propose that we do?

(You hate me bitch?) Well me too

You turned me to a reject, dejected

But that presidential keeps me free stressing, I should be elected

I bet I'll win but I'm lost without you

Me minus her wonder what I'd amount to

Perhaps the suicidal bridal nigga I am currently

She ain't with my loving, she just only wanted currency

She left and broke my heart like twice

(Twice twice twice twice)

Now everything is dark and it's fucking up my life

(Life life life)

And I just wanna make it right

(Right right right)

But I won't make it through the night

(Night night night)

Oh, Deer (Beddar Daze) lyrics - Joey Bada$$

I see you sitting on the top, in your better phase

Say, how it feel it feel to be the best and the most paid?

How it feel to be the most praised?

Known to blow the most Haze

Known to have chicks who go both ways and still down to blow J

Remember from rags to riches, being mad ambitious

Screaming "Fuck love" 'cause you was always mad at bitches

When getting money was the fucking motto

From the place they put potatoes on their nozzles just to silence hollows

Shit, you probably went passed that, probably still chiefing blunts

As a matter of fact, you probably don't even pass that

You probably in the back of a black 'bach, splitting down the dutch

With a dime chick in the tail flap, but her head is up

I see where the hoes at, but where the bros at?

Call [?] and Powers, hey, where's your iPhone 44 at?

Or did you end up like most cats who split a lot of cheese together?

The more cheddar, the more better, ya'll won't be friends forever

And I know it's probably killing you softly, pardon me

Thinking you can handle all of your problems costly

No matter what the cost be, you're quick to try and buy it off

Everything is win-win, you know you can't afford a loss

But blowing up was always the main dream

So I can't get mad if you're flowing in the mainstream

But you knew from now that it'll be this hard

Shit, you learned to trick broads when your dick got hard

And if you can do that, ain't shit should be stopping you

Anything is possible and any obstacle should be hoppable

And now you living where it's tropical, you got the most shade

A letter to my future, sincerely, your broke days

Motherfuck them broke days

Most praise to the motherfucking most paid

Motherfucker

DSL (Da Special List) lyrics - Joey Bada$$

(Damn, UH! I make the whole place warm then)

(Damn, UH! I make the whole place warm then) I make the whole place

(Damn, UH! I make the whole place warm then) I make the whole place

(Hit you with some shit that make you niggas look deformed, now) Yeah

(Damn, UH! I make the whole place warm then) Bust, bust one time

(Damn, UH! I make the whole place warm then) Bust, bust two time

(Hit you with some shit that make you niggas look deformed, now) Check

Puffing on that eucalyptus

You can lift this dick in between your lipstick

If your eyes ain't low like Ralph Lipschitz, you dipshits

Even the polices want me 'cause I rip shit

Puffing that piff shit, blow out five Os like the Olympics

Evadin' on a RipStik yellin' "Eat my dust"

When cars for breakfast and lunch don't get ate 'til dusk

I spit it hotter than the days it don't get dusk 'til eight

And when you born in a maze, you learn to duck those strays

I know gang homies who wait around to buck those Tres

But me, I chose to skate around, ya know, bust those tres

They get bucks, get paid, they get butt, get laid

Niggas who ball and shine hard, they get cut, catch fades

You see, I was one of those kids who stayed up passed late

So when it's time for school, I got up but still passed, great

Get passed—I forgot my line

I do it nonchalant, spit it through the wire like I'm Chaka Khan

I been killing 'em, your bitch been feeling 'em

Ya'll can't be serious like films Ben Stiller in

Nobody iller than him at the top of his adrenaline

Flow sweet like cinnamon, name a chick that I ain't swimming in

Uh, got flow for days, I'm sure to get paid if

They hate the price on son's life, it's sure to get raised

But there's no break when I got you pinned in

Said it uno, dos, tres then fin, I let him swim with like

Mad fishes, In the cut like mad stitches

I know you mad bitches mad how my style switches

So, frequently be freaking MCs with these frequencies

These freaking trees got me soaring over freaking seas

Too many freaking Gs claim they make that deus pop

Please, the only thing you ever squeeze was your juicebox nigga

And you know it, 'cause real Gs don't have to show it

Got your head in the clouds, big homie gotta get you focused

But know, it's all a part of the business, don't take it personal

It must be hurting you to know I could be merkin' you

At will, whenever I feel, this shit get realer

Foe squealers give the beats out to the nigga Dilla

I shine like crystals, never held a pistol

Never packed a tool, but that don't mean that I won't fix you

Who is you? I don't give a F, I do it effortless

Tell your messengers, they can get opened like beverages

Da fuckin' specialist

I bet all you mother fuckers gonna remember this, yeah

Update lyrics - Joey Bada$$

The force will be with you, always

We should go out on a date, on a date, on a date, on a (date)

I'll pick you up around 8, around 8 around 8, around (eight)

She said that's great. That's great, that's great

Just don't be late. Just don't be (late)

It was love at the profile pic

We was Facebook flirting, never even met her in person

But it seem like we was soulmates on the phone late

She my one and only, be there when I be lonely

Whenever she get horny, she would call me

But we speak in code cause her pop dukes be nosy

Tap in to the line like, "Nigga who you trying to wife?"

"I heard you was a rapper, but I don't see no lime light"

"But look I got these iron sights, used to be in the army"

"So don't you be retarded and make yourself a target"

"That's my word mark it, and if you ever think about sex

I want you to keep in my mind that my name is Mr. Marcus"

"So, we will see who gets fucked, nigga"

Trying to run up out the door, I'm at the door like "Hey, what's up, nigga?"

"You out of luck nigga, choppa in my trunk nigga"

If you feel a way, then tell your pops I said, "What's up, nigga?"

We should go out on a date, on a date, on a date, on a (date)

I'll pick you up around 8, around 8 around 8, around (eight)

She said that's great. That's great, that's great

Just don't be late. Just don't be (late)

Oh, and by the way, I like a well done souffle

Sit up under the stars, nice view of the lake

And we can get baked. I bring the cake, you bring the 8th

It's no backing down, it's 8 doobies to the face

Fuck that, and if you act right, I might let you fuck that

Grab up on my buttocks and whatnot

So you better be in order nigga

Don't forget the product from them corner niggas

We should go out on a date, on a date, on a date, on a (date)

I'll pick you up around 8, around 8 around 8, around (eight)

She said that's great. That's great, that's great

Just don't be late. Just don't be (late)

I got what you want, I got what you need

I got that fire, I got the trees

Now let's get higher, let's be at peace

With the 7 seas, birds and the bees

Said I'm down for whatever you down for

We can catch a flick or do it quick on the down low

I can go down slow, you can go up in

When I'm in my zone I ain't stopping for nothing

Said, I ain't stopping for nothing

When I'm in my zone I ain't stopping for nothing

When I'm in my zone I ain't stopping for nothing

Said, when I'm in my zone, I ain't stopping for nothing

I got what you want

I got what you need

I got that fire

I got the trees

I got what you want, I got what you want

I got what you need, I got what you need

Said I got that fire, I got the trees

Now let's get higher, birds and the bees

Birds and the bees

Birds and the bees

Birds and the bees

Birds and the bees

I got what you need

Let's get higher

Birds and the bees

I got what you need

Let's get higher

Birds and the bees

We should go out on a date, on a date, on a date, on a (date)

I'll pick you up around 8, around 8 around 8, around (eight)

She said that's great. That's great, that's great

Just don't be late. Just don't be (late)

Little Rachel lyrics - Joey Bada$$

Uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh

I swear this shit ain't right

Uh-uh, uh, uh

I don't even know you and I hate you

All I know is that my moms used to date you

I hate the motherfucking God that fucking made you

I take that back, sorry Lord but fuck him I'm thankful

Think about it, I could've been your little angel

Tuck me in at nights and help me with my times tables

And read me fables, I swear this shit is painful

I hope you in jail, niggas ripping up your anal

That's little Rachel, 5'4", eyes hazel

She the type to sell sex for them labels

She so confused, niggas zipping down her pants

She like "What to do?"

She won't refuse, 'cause she don't want them blacks and blues

On her eyes, for they have seen so many lies

So many times, and cried so many cries

She got dreams, wanna be seen on the movie screen

Live out in Hollywood, and act like it's probably good

And she probably could, she probably would

But she stuck in the hood

Mama's on crack, jobs ain't calling her back

She fading away into the black

Into the darkness, her baby brother half retarded

And the land-lord want them out of the apartment

By April, and it's like April

She don't deserve this, she's sweeter than maple

Since the cradle, she wanna leave

You see she can but she's just not able

That's little Rachel

That's little Rachel

That's little Rachel

This Feelin' lyrics - Joey Bada$$

Never used to like waking up in the morning

Because I always thought school was boring

But now that seemed to all change

And now that feels a little strange that you

You be on my mind constantly

And baby I will marry you, honestly

If I didn't have a ring on this lyric

Music got my heart, but baby you can have my spirit

Girl, hear it, here it goes, here it is

We should get away and have a hundred kids

I want to introduce you to my mom

We double like seven and James, that's how we bond

Together, fly together, ride together

Let's be together for good and better

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

This feeling that I'm feeling (is love)

This feeling that I'm feeling (is drugs)

This feeling that I'm feeling ('cause I'm addicted)

You got me lifted

This feeling that I'm feeling (is love)

This feeling that I'm feeling (is drugs)

This feeling that I'm feeling (''cause I'm addicted)

You got me lifted

Uh, I can't exactly explain it

This feeling inside is painted

Day by day my love is gaining

I spun a bottle and now it's you it's aiming

Like can't you see, girl?

We deep in love, like can't you see world?

Yeah, yeah

Ain't nothing gonna break us apart

Even if it do, you still got that place in my heart

You make a nigga feel special and shit

Take away all my pain, I feel mellow and shit

I swear you got that touch, swear they ain't stopping us

Swear there ain't nothing above, girl, give me some love

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

This feeling that I'm feeling (is love)

This feeling that I'm feeling (is drugs)

This feeling that I'm feeling ('cause I'm addicted)

You got me lifted

mixtape: 1999 (2012)

• Summer Knights
• Waves
• Fromdatomb$
• Survival Tactics
• Killuminati
• Hardknock
• World Domination
• Pennyroyal
• Funky Ho
• Daily Routine
• Snakes
• Don't Front
• Righteous Minds
• Where It'$ At
• Third Eye Shit / Suspect 

Killuminati lyrics - Joey Bada$$ (feat. Capital STEEZ)

Yes, skrawberries

[Joey Bada$$:]

I'm a beast with these flows

Two birds, one stoned, you get geese'd when trees rolled

They say I'm evil cause I trained my ego to see gold

Cause he know, seagulls couldn't see these goals, please

It's the return of the Beast Coast

No cash flashed, but the cheese still make teeth show

Incognito, is how you move on the strip

What you tryna be Vito? Well there's rules to this shit

Don't get clapped, y'all ain't real spitters, y'all lips chapped

Better watch it, Mr. Nice Watch, don't risk that

I got a six-pack of bare skill that I spill like that

And everybody know (that shit crack!)

Y'all niggas softspoken, down below choking

The type to drop the soap when you soakin' in front of most men

It makes sense why you want beef, well this frozen

It's nuts for you screwed in the tool, and can't hold em

Better shoot yourself Plaxico, because I'm next to go

The Progressive flows from New York to New Mexico

My lyrical span is what the fans is demandin'

Step into my box and that's exactly what'chu stand in

Ain't no half steppin' around me

And you gotta drown a fish before you clown me

The young cop killer, I'm that ill, so doc' will ya

Give me two shots for 2Pac killer, nigga

[Capital STEEZ:]

Soul searchin' 'til my flows are perfect

I ain't tryna be a slave to grow old from workin'

Sorry Bada$$, you lucky that I peeped it second

Tell them niggas keep it steppin' with they beat selection

Check the melodies, it's so heavenly

That shit'll get your hips to move with no 7D's

Audi-opium, can I bust soliloquies?

Got that shit mixed and mastered, both remedies

Grab a spoonful, we stirrin' up a pot

And you know we gotta serve it while it's hot

I'm flowin' like a volcano and drippin' verses off the top

Dirty cops still swervin' on the block

Lookin' for black kids, that spittin' up acid

It's in my jeans so don't worry what my pants is

Get with the script, it's that ignorant shit

And they bound to get sick of us quick but I ain't sealin' my lips

It's a shift, I know you feel it man

We blowin' up like a ceiling fan

Droppin' off jewels like Killa Cam's man

When it comes to kickin' verses, I'm Mr. Van Damme

Crushin' strawberries, it's a jam

So throw up both hands if you can

Ironic how I'm killin' this shit, until they bury me

My volume is going in depth with longevity

Stupids

Summer Knights lyrics - Joey Bada$$

And that's all people wanna see truthfully

Don't stop it Bad, just keep it runnin'

And just ride with a nigga like

Just fly with a nigga like

Just vibe with a nigga like

Uh, uh, one-two

Show you what this do, yo

It's been a minute since they seen a style with no gimmicks

Clouds is they limits 'cause we in 'em

Eyes low, squinted, more Ls but we winning

Acting like it's hard to find women when I'm in these hard-to-find linens

Remember those days it was hard to find a living

But now we got ends, and it's only the beginning

Big pimpin', fooling dimes, rob 'em for they innocence

Cake like Entenmann's, flow sweet like cinnamon

He a child but they treat him like a bigger man

'Cause when the pen in his hand, they big 'em up like he Jigga man

Know you see him in the mirror fam

The ones who say you ain't hot be your biggest fan like, "Nigga, damn"

Before he got popular, he been the man

With your chick in the cam, rolling through an Instagram

Got a whiff of grands, now everybody say they distant fam

Know the haters still jelly, but fuck it though; it's the jam

It's the fuckin' jam

Sorry I kept y'all waiting

1999, 'til forever

The era, no better

Nothing more, nothing less

Progress

Waves lyrics - Joey Bada$$

Yeah, you remember back in the days

When niggas used to rock waves and shit?

When like, yo, I had the fucking 360s, my nigga

Like nobody in the hood was fucking with my shit

And that's real shit

Since '95, momma been working nine-five

And I know the landlord fed up with our lies

So we pray to the Gods, the Jahs and the Allahs

To keep us safe and watch our lives

Cause all we tryna do is do good

Put on my hood when I walk through hoods

Cause these niggas these days is loco

You'll get it in ya vocals if you ain't a local

Yeah, that's why I'm tryna go global

Yeah, that's why I'm tryna be a mogul

And I'm hopeful that me spittin' it soulful

Will have me in the Daily Postal, flying coastal, eatin' tofu

Like I told you, I know niggas who trash rappin'

Worried bout the trendin' fashions rather than ascendin' passion

They want me send 'em tracks but I just send 'em laughter

Right after I start laughin', they start askin' "What happened?"

But back to the chapter

Momma told me "follow dreams", should never have to ask her to

So that's what I do, became an MC master

Since then it's been a disaster for you and your favorite rapper

Go ahead, ask 'em "Who is Joey Bad?"

Watch 'em gasp, asthma, damn, it's so sad

He paused the chatter cause he know he rather back up

Than to admit the kid is hotter than magma

But fuck it, you gotta give credit where it's due

Cause you ain't gon' like the karma when it's set up on you

It can get you on your medical, fuck you up in the decimals

Or get you 2 to 3 for residue found in your retinal

Uh, and they told me not to be so complex

Dumb it down to accomplish articles in Complex

And The Source — alfredo, of course

There I go again, steppin' out of line, runnin' off course

I heard reports that it's like sexual intercourse

With your thoughts when I talk about the shoes in which I walk

For it is not faux, nor false that this kid from the north

Speaks with forced supports of reinforced assaults

I'm sure by now you can assume he never lost

Unless with some form of divorce, or a corpse

Born boss, no days off, child labor

Let me see those in favor to spin that back like tornadoes

Yeah

[2Pac sample:]

What the rap audience ain't ready for is a real person

You know what I wanna say: a real N-I-G-G-A

I'm coming at 'em 100% real, I ain't compromising naythin'

Anybody that talk about me got problems, you know what I'm sayin'

It's gonna be straight-up, like if I was a street person

That's how I'm comin' at the whole world

And I'm being real about it and I'ma grow with my music

Yeah, but it's far from over

Won't stop 'til I meet Hova and my momma's in a Rover

'Til I'm an owner of the world's finest motors

I blow like supernovas in your daughter's room on a poster

Known as history's biggest musical composer

No disrespect to Bob Mar, but yeah, another stoner

Marijuana my odor, and when I get older

Hope my spermatozoa from my scrotum intercepts an ovum

Like three times, have three kids

I hope me and my wife can show 'em not to make the same mistakes you know that we did

I hope they acknowledge the knowledge

Cause yeah, they gon' need it

Cause when my parents tried to tell me, I just wouldn't receive it

Couldn't believe it, till I saw with my own pupils

Felt bad when I learned that their advice was truly useful

But fuck it, only made us as human beings more mutual

Even though over time, my punishments, they grew more crucial

Should use the word brutal, cause my parents mad strict

Hope one day I'll attract the likes of even Madlib

Go gold on mad shit and hear my songs mastered

Until then, all I can do is imagine

Imagine, I'ma make it all happen

Fromdatomb$ lyrics - Joey Bada$$ (feat. Chuck Strangers)

Go Brooklyn!

[Joey Bada$$:]

Said, what it's like?

Joey Bad' and Chuck Strangers

Leave niggas endangered

It's the real, yo, what's the word word?

Pass the herbs—check

My man Dirty had the Buddha just to put me in my right mind

I rhyme stoned, drop jewels and bright lines

Sight dimes wit' slight closed eyes, I'm slight sober

Ma, you ain't that girl at giving throat so bye

F it, I'm bipolar, took shorty to the backroom

Play charades, she actin like a vacuum

Showed her to the door before the afternoon

She fell hard on the floor, so you know that she'll be back soon

Fake MCs get their reps ruined

Young villain hop up on the track then the track doomed

Click-clack-boom, resurrecting boom-bap from the tombs

Raps dope like crack in cocoons

Back in this mood, back on the move

It's the motherfucking real, nigga chill act cool

Pay respect to the cat Drew

And I'm way too blessed to be throwing shots at you

[Rokamouth:]

Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realest

Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the era

[Chuck Strangers:]

I'm tryna find my own lane, in this freeway of life

Just remember home boy there ain't no free way to life

My nigga it's gon cost you, try not to lose your soul

To the rims, hoes, and gold

Cause once the devil grab hold, that nigga ain't letting go

And I'm far from religious, I just know right and wrong

I know how to write these songs, I know how to light these bongs

I know how to rip thongs and I'm pretty good at beer pong

Nigga, I'm so crazy, nigga I'm loco

Gassed up like Sunoco, press the pedal through the floor

Bitch we out the door, vroom vroom, skurrt

Bitch love don't live here no more

Cause her weave look faker than her Louie bag

Weak chick I tried to bag, had the nerve to turn me down

Heard this song and turned around, now she want me to unzip her pants

But I'm gone, bitch missed her chance

[Rokamouth:]

Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realest

Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the era

Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realest

Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the era

[Joey Bada$$:]

I got sick of class, started making classics

Now all I really do is get the grass lit and bust asses

I'm sure to blow like bust acid

Puff, assist like Maravich, a true Maverick

And I average above average on an average day

Doing bad shit bet you still can't pass this

And his teacher still pass him

Though they adolescents be addin' rappin' sessions over addin' lessons

Like fuck trigonometry, I'm trying to multiply monopolies

Subtract some homies then divide the cheese

Divide legs just to isosceles so my eyes can see through the E

Shit on you hypotheses

Hypocrisy after essence like apostrophes

You can't stand here unless you pay a posture fee

Part the cheese, head out the spot and leave

A pile of Gs for apology

[Rokamouth:]

Joey Bad and Chuck Strangers

Leaving niggas endangered

Danger, danger

Joey Bad leaving niggas endangered

Survival Tactics lyrics - Joey Bada$$ (feat. Capital STEEZ)

It's either, them or you

It's sort of like, survival you know. Survival of the fittest you know

You do what you do to stay alive

[Joey Bada$$:]

Niggas don't want war, I'm a Martian with an army of Spartans

Sparring with a knife in a missile fight

Get your intel right, your intelligence is irrelevant

But it's definite, I spit more than speech impediments

Brooklyn's the residence, the best and it's evident

We got 'em niggas P.E. nuts, like they elephants

Throw 'em in a trunk if they hate, though

We don't give a fuck as long as we collect our pay, so

Y'all collect pesos, your money ain't right here

I got them girls next to the wood like they Lightyear, I'm right chea

Tryna get a buzz, tryna pollinate

STEEZ got that presidential shit, time to inaugurate

My P.E. conglomerates, 'bout to P-E-E on any wanna-B-E, weak MC

Air 'em out or leave 'em empty, congratulate the semi-auto

Fire flame spitter like komodo

No time for fake people, they be Simmin' like Kimora

I'm the empor-ah in search of Theodora

My heart go, "Ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boom-boom"

It's panic like Dora when shots blast

See I was raised that way, I'm from the place where they raised that 'K

Like every day in every way, and everywhere you go just ain't safe

The only thing that I can say to you is, "Pray"

'Cause when niggas start equippin', and throw the clip in

Your blood drippin', and catch you slippin'

Another victim, don't know what's hit them—through his spinal

Just another man who defeated by survival

That's your biggest rival, in your whole life

These bars you can't handle, you better hold tight

They sayin' I'm the best, I'm like, "You're so right"

Still ain't got enough shine to last the whole night, nigga

[Joey Bada$$ & Capital STEEZ:]

Yo, fuck the police, nigga

Fuck every ass-corrupt politician on Wall Street

P.E., public enemy, assassinate us, bitch!

Fuck that! Fuck everything, son

Fuck government, fuck listenin' and shit

You want fuckin' energy? Dickheads

[Capital STEEZ:]

It's like 6 milli' ways to die, my nigga, choose one

Doomsday comin', start investin' in a few guns

New gats, booby traps, and bazooka straps

Better play your cards right, no booster packs

Everybody claim they used to rap

But these ain't even punchlines no more, I'm abusing tracks

Leaving instrumentals blue and black

I'm in Marty-McFly mode, so tell 'em that the future's back

Riding on hover boards, wiping out motherboards

Start spitting fire, 'cause my motherfuckin' lung is scorched

King Arthur when he swung his sword

A king author, I ain't even use a pen in like a month or four

I had a hard time writing lyrics

Now I'm way over heads, science fiction

You can try and get it, I been the flyest with it

Wouldn't mind a feign of interest for your finest interest

They say hard work pays off

Well tell the Based God don't quit his day job

'Cause P.E.'s about to take off

With protons and electrons, homie, that's an A-bomb

Ugh, fuckin' ridiculous

Finger to the president screamin', "Fuck censorship!"

If Obama got that president election

Then them P.E. boys 'bout to make an intervention

Fuck what I once said, I want the bloodshed

'Cause nowadays for respect, you gotta pump lead

I guess Columbine was listenin' to Chaka Khan

And Pokémon wasn't gettin' recognized at Comic-Con

It's like we've been content with losin'

And half our students fallen victim to the institution

Jobs are scarce since the Scientific Revolution

And little kids are shootin' Uzis 'cause it's given to 'em

Little weapon, code name: Smith and Wesson

And you'll be quick to catch a bullet like an interception

If your man's tryna disrespect it

Send a message and it's over in a millisecond, nigga

Hardknock lyrics - Joey Bada$$ (feat. CJ Fly)

[Joey Bada$$:]

Check it, word, word

What's the word, word?

Yeah

Check

Just got word

From my mans on the island, he said he needed guidance

Niggas on the streets is wylin', he look to God but can't find Him

So he demand silence from the glaring sirens

The sympathy symphony, only thing playin' is the banned violence

No lyin', niggas just won't let go the iron

They wanna burn your molecules until you let go ions

Treat beef like they let go lions, so don't eye 'em

They get the wrong message, wrong methods put you on that long stretcher

Too much pressure, God bless ya when the semi wet ya

They told me, "more dress-up", I'm giving too many lectures

And I'm puttin' in too many effort in my nouns and verbs

Like they gon' catch up, fuck what you must heard!

But I done puffed enough herb

To be listening to young birds and dumb nerds

I got enough shit on my mind

So I don't need to be stressin' and shine, it's fine

[Joey Bada$$ (CJ Fly):]

One day I'm tryna have a wife and kids

So I just can't live my life like this

And I ain't tryna learn what lifeless is

So I just can't live my life like this

I want the gold chains and diamond rings

But I just can't live my life like this

And sometimes I just wanna light this spliff (Check)

But I just can't live my life like this

[CJ Fly:]

Got a collect call

From up top, my cousin called me and whatnot

The motto never changed, it's still fuck cops

We went from having lunch in our lunchbox

Our lungs was hot whenever we'd puff pot

We'd touch blocks and end up havin' to duck shots

But fuck that, ain't tryin' live that life no more

My mind corrupted, but my heart is still pure, gotta be brave, can't be afraid

Braids and waves never matter when you catch the fade

Trapped in a maze, and your faith is your only escape

Fuck a priest's opinion, knock the hinges off of Heaven's gates

Tryna share my cells with my mate, not share a cell with mates

Wreckin' shit with my recklessness

The L get lit, that's when I start second-guessin' shit

Thinkin' 'bout Ty, and then I reminisce

What you thought? You niggas could've fuck me over? Never, nigga, guess again

I'm street, so cross me like pedestrians

And that's gon' be the end of it, straight revokin' your membership

One day I'm tryna have a wife and kids

So I just can't live my life like this

And I ain't tryna know what lifeless is

So I just can't live my life like this

I want the gold chains and diamond rings

But I just can't live my life like this

And sometimes I just wanna light this spliff

But I just can't live my life like this

[Joey Bada$$:]

Niggas wanna know

What I'm about; I'm 'bout blowin' loud

On the block sporty, Glock 40 in a politician mouth

I take the competition out commission with my composition

Who the kid spittin' behind the bars like a con position?

Gotta give 'em time to listen, they'll soon bump to it

They'll like me, I kick it like Nike, they'll soon adjust to it

But if you hate, I know you must do it

I ain't mad at you, I keep my attitude on "screw it, a million bucks should do it"

I'm out for presidents to represent me

Yo' chick keep messagin' me, "Who the bestest MC?" They be mentionin' me

Too hot, I be molestin' the beat

Fuck math, teachers should teach us to get Smith & Wessons off of the street

So first-class be a lesson for me

Fuck what you teachin' for some regents, I'm flyin' over regions

Reachin' all-time highs where Jesus can't reach us

Censor me and get the recipe to make you rest in peace

This is for my niggas, killers, hundred dollar billers

On the block in the rock spot, Glock cocked, watchin' out for cops

All about their cheddar, young guns know nothing that's better

Like fuck a prison letter, those Beretta's led us to the lettuce

Relish fetishes, menaces want the senator's percentages

If you ain't prejudice, you still a nemesis

Smokin' on the Clematis, get open like a present is

Now your presence is on the premises for them presidents

My city be the genesis for where they think the terror is

They linkin' terrorists from the Stuy to Lincoln Terraces

Stay on that reckless shit, they leave you left for the dead

Kids don't play, they'll erase your head in a race for the bread

Children on the corners slingin' some regs, poppin' some meds

Jakes be so deep in cover they be chasing the feds

I be backstage grippin' haze, breakin' my leg

My folks was makin' the best when they was naked in bed, motherfucker

One day I'm tryna have a wife and kids

So I just can't live my life like this

And I ain't tryna learn what lifeless is

So I just can't live my life like this

I want the gold chains and diamond rings

But I just can't live my life like this

And sometimes I just wanna light this spliff

But I just can't live my life like this

World Domination lyrics - Joey Bada$$

"Say, Brain—what do you wanna do tonight?

The same thing we do every night, Pinky: try to take over the world!"

Who the fuck is this Joey Bada$$ nigga, son?

Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic

And said that you could flow?

Point 'em out bitch, I wanna know

Who the fuck passed you the mic?

Check!

Puffin' on stramonium, underground like potholes but going fossil

These bars like art in the Smithsonian

These flows is for custodians, homeless men, horny OBGYN dudes

Browsing my laptop lookin' at red fallopian tube

They like "Yo Joey, you rude", I'm like "If only you knew

I'm only in school for cosmology, that's why I act as lonely as you"

You see I'm wise beyond my years and my peers

So my voice over the snares is the only way they hear

What I got behind my membrane, but I've been smoking chem strains

So lately I've been having hard times with remembering

But be patient, my studies prove Egyptians ain't shit

Cause I believe that we could be like Neo in "The Matrix"

But fuck it, I'm erratic, momma lock me in the attic please

Til I draw enough static in my somatic anatomy

And come out imputed with fusions of "Blueprints" and "Illmatics"

I've been going raw, this just how I feel rappin'

We gave y'all Sur' Tactics, so y'all can't even gas us

We taught you how to be prepared but still attacking the masses

Y'all better get y'all caskets cause we 'bout to annihilate

(The new Babylon era) My empire gate's in the Empire State

I'm on the higher platform, look at the way they clap for 'em

Never fuck with phony men cause I don't like my back torn

Nigga ask Kwon, this that top ramen' you ain't used to

Keep it neutral to scruple and tell 'em no beef like noodles!

Keep it neutral, just so you can scruple

I tell 'em no beef like noodles

It's world domination, nation, you're tuned into my station

Always got a doobie and a motherfucking eighth lit

Always got the trees, so what the fuck you mean

I ain't about to rise to the top with my fucking team

It's world domination, nation, you're tuned into my station

Always got a doobie and a motherfucking eighth lit

Always got the trees, so what the fuck you mean

I ain't about to rise to the top with my fucking team

Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic

And said that you could flow?

Point 'em out bitch, I wanna know

Who the fuck passed you the mic?

Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic

And said that you could flow?

Point 'em out bitch, I wanna know

Who the fuck passed you the mic?

Pennyroyal lyrics - Joey Bada$$

Yeah... another love song gone wrong

Should've known you were a woo, like Based God in Wonton

But I didn't, and I ain't even tripping

Another foul ball but I'm still glad I hit it

Cause a lot of niggas didn't, you know, the coulda shoulda type

Like "Oh, it was slight too tight, come on, I would've piped

But our schedules contradicted we're always tied down"

Ay pipe down, the first night ya boy laid the pipe down

Took off the night gown and, pulled out the slinky

She screamed "Joey spank me!", and after that she even thanked me

Swanky, one time for my nigga Dymes

Lord knows we be kicking rhymes 'til the end of time

But back to the topic, oh yeah, I'm pissed off

I'm still tripped off and wondering why shorty dipped off

I ain't gonna front a nigga, do miss her lip gloss

Now she sucks the next nigga dick off, and my dick soft

So tell me what the fuck I'm 'posed to do?

And you know it ain't too easy getting over you

I sent them postcards, so you know it's true

I promised that I wouldn't get emotional

And I'm not, so stop it

Why you front like you don't miss my whole cockpit down yo esophagus?

Screaming, "Daddy, stop it", ripping out your tracks

Chipped nail polishing in the scratches on my back like

Did you forget about the time we had the sticky rolled?

And I tried to suck your titty hole for milk for my Cheerios

Did you forget about the video when you first came?

I hit that spot twice, and since then you haven't been the same

But now I heard you fucking with some new man

Can't remember his name but my first impression, "What a lame"

Lorraine said she seen him at a bowling lane

Walking out the bathroom kinda strange with his shoulder stained

Faggot, six months, and I'm still at it

You'll probably never hear this track, but I still wrapped it

I guess I'm still attracted to you being here

I swear, I can't imagine you would not even care

Whole thing played out like magic, and it's kinda weird

It's like I did a trick and you won't reappear

It ain't fair, I need you back, sometimes I get scared

But I'm a player, ain't gonna let you see my tears

Cause I'm a player, ain't gonna let you see my tears

Cause I'm a player, ain't gonna let you see my tears

Cause I'm a player, ain't gonna let you see my tears

Cause I'm a player

I couldn't see it coming down my eyes

So I had to make the song cry

I couldn't see it coming down my eye

So I gotta to make the song cry

I couldn't see it coming down my eyes

So I had to make the song cry

I couldn't see it coming down my eye

So I gotta to make the song cry, yeah

Funky Ho lyrics - Joey Bada$$

Aight, fuck that, word word

Lord Finnesse, Jayo

It's been my jail since a day old, but they know

Yeah this ones for the ladies

Who be tryna have my baby

Ayo, word to my mother, two things I never do

Is leave the crib without some rubbers or tell a funky ho I love her

These broads be trying to get a brother caught up in a sticky situation

Missing menstruation cycles

They all psycho ask Michael

Before you give her dough for Billie Jeans and them nice clothes

Like whoa don't let them trap you on the tight rope

Spike holes in the condom to form a zygote

Overnight, ask Kwon, he know what it's like

He wore a hat but it exploded twice

But fuck a bad bitch I do this rap shit and put it over life

On the coldest nights son shine like a solar strike

And I swear I got the weirdest cases

Pipe chicks in the weirdest places from rooftops to staircases

Like get a load of their faces

Face it, if you fear, hate it, you get put into this clear space

I don't trust these bitches, they will never catch me slippin'

I don't trust these bitches, they could never catch me slippin'

I don't trust these bitches, they will never catch me slippin'

They will never catch me slippin'

I don't trust these bitches, they will never catch me slippin'

I don't trust these bitches, they could never catch me slippin'

I don't trust these bitches, they will never catch me slippin'

They will never catch me slippin'

Ayo, I'm attached too, to the cash rules

'Bout to go nuts, niggas get their achoos to these cashews

Who you know that cool that they drip swagu?

And I'm here to stay like tattoos on statues

Check your mirror nigga, that's the second time I passed you

Eating my gas fume, got me thinking like who gassed you

Your girl got gas too, she let me tackle for a dutch and a Snapple

Unless you decide to put on shackles

I'm that dude, fuck values, pump up the volume

All up in the cut, no alcohol, just mad boos

Tryin to find a pad to bring her back to like a tadpole

I'm that folk, got bad chicks that I feel bad for

Bruising to they back bones, lickin' up my cock tip

Down to do it all no matter what the synopsis is

All it takes is some exotic piff

They all unconscious, topless, exposing they crotch and shit

I don't trust these bitches, they will never catch me slippin'

I don't trust these bitches, they could never catch me slippin'

I don't trust these bitches, they will never catch me slippin'

They will never catch me slippin'

I don't trust these bitches, they will never catch me slippin'

I don't trust these bitches, they could never catch me slippin'

I don't trust these bitches, they will never catch me slippin'

They will never catch me slippin'

Ayo, it's PE, leaving no hope for these hoes

We leaving no hopes for these hoes

My nigga Jay Steez leaving no hope for these hoes

Leaving no hope for these hoes

My nigga A-La $ole leaving no hope for these hoes

Leaving no hope for these hoes

My nigga Kirk Knight leaving no hope for these hoes

Leaving no hope for these hoes

My nigga CJ Fly leaving no hope for these hoes

Leaving no hope for these hoes

My nigga Pow P leaving no hope for these hoes

Leaving no hope for these hoes

My nigga Jay Lee leaving no hope for these hoes

Leaving no hope for these hoes

My nigga Dyem Lewis leaving no hope for these hoes

Leaving no hope for these hoes

I don't trust these bitches, they will never catch me slippin'

I don't trust these bitches, they could never catch me slippin'

I don't trust these bitches, they will never catch me slippin'

They will never catch me slippin'

I don't trust these bitches, they will never catch me slippin'

I don't trust these bitches, they could never catch me slippin'

I don't trust these bitches, they will never catch me slippin'

They will never catch me slippin'

Daily Routine lyrics - Joey Bada$$

From the block to the top, Buddha baggies in the sock

Only thing that changed now is we ain't runnin' out of stock

Used to beg mom dukes for lunch money

Honeys used to run from me when pockets was dust bunnies

Now what's funny is we done came up and conquered

Even the future lookin' bonkers from Compton to Yonkers

Though them gangstas grill, I tell 'em keep that drama away

Don't fuck with thieves, I like Jay so who sponsorin' the tape

They launchin' out strays, I'm tryin' not to get sprayed

Whether a spitter or a quitter behind the trigger, approaching his prey

His eyes bigger, won't stop to consider

What's right or wrong, because it's hard liquor that's inside his liver

But that's just daily routine, the streets are cooped fiends

Whether the hoops or the booth, niggas shoot dreams

Better choose the right scheme

Cause you could think you're cool with your nice things

But get wiped clean for ice creams when the lights beam

But that's just daily routine, the streets are cooped fiends

Whether the hoops or the booth, niggas shoot dreams

Better choose the right scheme

Cause you could think you're cool with your nice things

But get wiped clean for ice creams when the lights beam

Traded in my Nikes for a new mic

I guess it's safe to say he sold soul for his new life

Like they were tryna blind us, but we know the true designer

They didn't wanna see us find the diviners

So now we hit the vines up day and night

On the regular, I know my momma prayin' like

She want me reach my aims in life, but just stay in sight

So I'm shootin' for my dreams, hit the booth and it boost my esteem

The Pro Era crew recruitin' in them fiends by the boat load

Nigga caught a wave and now he surfin' coastal

They don't feel the name but they say the music dope though

Fuck it, that's how it's supposed to go, these bloggers too emotional

They'll be postin' you until labels start interscopin' you

By then, it's wild late and I'll be chillin' where I lay

Cause I'd rather see the top than to be livin' where I lay

Imbalances in my Kundalini, they tryna put two through my beanie

Wish you well, tryin' to poof a genie

But that's just daily routine, the streets are cooped fiends

Whether the hoops or the booth, niggas shoot dreams

Better choose the right scheme

Cause you could think you're cool with your nice things

But get wiped clean for ice creams when the lights beam

But that's just daily routine, the streets are cooped fiends

Whether the hoops or the booth, niggas shoot dreams

Better choose the right scheme

Cause you could think you're cool with your nice things

But get wiped clean for ice creams when the lights beam

But that's just daily routine, the streets are cooped fiends

Whether the hoops or the booth, niggas shoot dreams

Better choose the right scheme

Cause you could think you're cool with your nice things

But get wiped clean for ice creams when the lights beam

But that's just daily routine, the streets are cooped fiends

Whether the hoops or the booth, niggas shoot dreams

Better choose the right scheme

Cause you could think you're cool with your nice things

But get wiped clean for ice creams when the lights beam

Snakes lyrics - Joey Bada$$ (feat. T'nah Apex)

Free Max B

Owww! (owww!)

Uh uh (uh uh)

Uh uh (uh uh)

Uh uh (uh uh)

It's like (it's like)

[Joey Bada$$:]

Sometimes I feel alienated

Because I'm not up in the stadium playing or on the radio sayin'

"Fuck 'em broads we don't love 'em we degradin' 'em!"

But always find my self back at the bacchanalian

Blood vessels poppin' out my craniums

Niggas askin' when the tape gon' drop but I got nothin' to say to them

Because I been slacking the skill, although my passion is real

I'm too caught up catching a feel when I should be cashin' a mil

It's something bout me being younger that affected my hunger

Got older in number, realized I can't count on these hundreds

To determine my elation

Pursuit of happiness I keep pacin', these motherfuckas racist

These ain't fair races, they just let the fear erase us

Adopted by the slums, son of guns this is how they raised us

Yo son we gotta raise up, don't let them just array us

'Til we raisins in the sun, so we gotta wake up

[T'nah Apex:]

Cause they always be behind in the cut

Always in the skies watchin' stars when they up

So don't you confide into the evil and corrupt

This is urgent, Apex on the vertex, tonight we're serving serpents

Cause they always be behind in the cut

Always in the skies watchin' stars when they up

So don't you confide into the evil and corrupt

This is urgent

[Joey Bada$$:]

Got a whole bunch of shit up on my plate now

Thinkin' like in the man garden it's a snake now

Cause I don't know who to believe or who to deceive

Got me thinkin' I sold my soul and ain't received a receipt

But I won't proceed to retreat, Jigga told me watch your throne seat

And now I sees it and in respect to B.I.G., I gotta cease it

And I hope he see me cause these niggas don't want beef with my talents

They ain't fit for this green, they just caesar salad

You think because you avid they just gonna let you have it?

It's a lot to learn and that my nigga need to ask us

It's the axis of the earth at the birth, I found a new balance

And now I walk on water like I knew balance

Just like a relative, marijuana sedatives

Got me thinkin' I should put a bomb right where the Senate is

Cause they corruptin' the youth, we ain't inductin' the truth

Lookin' at the president like yo it must be nothin' to you

[T'nah Apex:]

Cause they always be behind in the cut

Always in the skies watchin' stars when they up

So don't you confide into the evil and corrupt

This is urgent, Apex on the vertex, tonight we're serving serpents

Cause they always be behind in the cut

Always in the skies watchin' stars when they up

So don't you confide into the evil and corrupt

This is urgent

[Joey Bada$$:]

I passed the dutch to the left and it started to make sense

It's funny how I see it more straight when I'm bent

You've been warned on the risk it takes to sit on top

Been on clock cause you could see that I been on watch

Shit don't stop, 'til you make the sacrifices

Trade in what's priceless to ices and devices

When the light switch, I shift like I'm typin'

Livin' in the era where Christ is the crisis

The lifeless in the trance actin like yo mans

Bitch niggas only know that transactions is the plans

But the mic is in my hands so I valor the booth

The blacker the berry is, the more sour the fruit

They ejectin' us to make us cowards to the power of truth

Became flowers from roots and now we just move in cahoots

I move from the stoop and put my foot right down on the asphalt

Every night I ask lord if this what I asked for

[T'nah Apex:]

Cause they always be behind in the cut

Always in the skies watchin' stars when they up

So don't you confide into the evil and corrupt

This is urgent, Apex on the vertex, tonight we're serving serpents

Cause they always be behind in the cut

Always in the skies watchin' stars when they up

So don't you confide into the evil and corrupt

This is urgent

Cause they always be behind in the cut

Always in the skies watchin' stars when they up

So don't you confide into the evil and corrupt

This is urgent, Apex on the vertex, tonight we're serving serpents

Cause they always be behind in the cut

Always in the skies watchin' stars when they up

So don't you confide into the evil and corrupt

This is urgent

Don't Front lyrics - Joey Bada$$ (feat. CJ Fly)

[Joey Bada$$:]

Yo, what's the word word?

Pass the herbs

Pass the herbs, pass the herbs

Had to learn, had to learn (Had to learn)

We just had to burn, check

It all started with this special herb, then after that, it came to sexual words

I'm meeting shorty up to patch her a verse

She played Bonnie and I collide with a vibe when I'm inside her walls

I cut my shorties on the side cause I decide that she all

Mine's, I keep her in my eyes at all times

Not because I don't trust her I just, can't get enough of her

On the phone late until her mom dukes be cussing her

She played the hustler and I'm like mad customers

Man swear I'm in love and ain't afraid to admit it

Be blowing up her line, man I swear I'm addicted

But, it's all cool cause when in love, we all fools

They say men lie and women lie naked, that's all foolin'

Numbers don't matter after the first night

Right, so what the fuck is love at its first sight

If you ask me, another stupid analogy

Made to cover flaws in the female anatomy

But I'ma keep gradually telling these bitches

Don't front (Don't front) don't front (Don't front)

Don't front, don't front though (Don't, don't, don't front)

I got some weed and some fronto (Don't front)

[CJ Fly:]

And you know I always hunt hoes

I tell 'em leave but don't walk through the front door

Now don't front (Don't front) don't front (Don't front)

Check (Don't, don't, don't front)

It's like a massacre when mass occur

I got a massive urge but I had to learn

Heard you had it on lock so I pass the word

I stash the herb, sit back observe

That she make me feel good is all I ask of her

In the clouds, who would've known we would've crash and burn?

I prayed long and hard, hoping things will last with her

I ain't mad at her, but I really wish that it ain't have to hurt

Let's be blunt, we're best buds

Both knew our role this is more than just a crush

I used to pick her up longing for our lips to touch

But now I rarely even see her

In everybody, hood not even the law enforcement can keep up

She ain't want no one to know, so I kept it on the low

Any time that we would kick it, I make sure I had some toe

I thought I knew her better than anyone would know

Bagged her at her friends, but home were I would take her

Didn't know that she was a ho, that only wanted my paper

Whenever I was with her, my mind would just relax

Could've been the hot topic cause I swore we were a match and

I admit it girl you fine as hell

Don't know your perfume but you exert the finest smells

You tryna find her then follow her trail

She left a few old lovers inside of a jail, that's all a part of the tale

[Joey Bada$$:]

But I'ma keep gradually telling these bitches

Don't front (Don't front) don't front (Don't front)

Don't front, don't front though (Don't, don't, don't front)

I got some weed and some fronto (Don't front)

[CJ Fly:]

And you know I always hunt hoes

I tell 'em leave but don't walk through the front door

Now don't front (Don't front) don't front (Don't front)

Check (Don't, don't, don't front)

[Joey Bada$$:]

Ayo, don't tell me be patient with no doctor prescription

Emotionless positions and provocative visions

Should've known you missed a note like the octave was switching

Remember hate the game but she's spotting some glitches

It's a simulation yeah, stimulation

Take off your shirt, let me feel manipulative

My heart like the Himalayas, but yeah, I gotta slay her

I'm crushing on you sweetheart but yeah I'm a player

Sort of like Isaiah so baby let me coach you

And I know I'm not the first jerk to approach you

So, this ain't nothing new to you, nothing unusual

Nothing you ain't used to so my nothing is usable

[CJ Fly:]

We all try when you go bye, we all high

Truth is I'm never home and I'm cold if that's where the heart lies

So label me as heartless, it's not that I don't care

I just learned to use my heart less, gain sanity and lost stress

It put me in a state that just started taking a toll on me

Kept the secrets you told me, keep emotions I would hold beneath

Always kept the L so I know defeat

Said everything will feel much better soon as you know I leave

Not sure if it's the meds that made you think I'm mediocre

I was still body with a glove on, you know I'm cold, ma

I'm in animal pause, but you got an Ark

When it flooded, used to always feel like Noah

[Joey Bada$$:]

And I know I know her, had these kind of skills I had to show her

So I told her I'm the nigga she see on the posters

Came back through and I put it in the holster

Just had to teach her one time

Put it down, don't really give a fuck though (Don't front)

And tell your bitch don't front though (Don't front)

Don't front (Front, front, front, front)

(Don't, don't, don't, don't front)

Com sol e chuva

Righteous Minds lyrics - Joey Bada$$

Yeah, make sure my shit sound tight

I never knew the world could be this mad

Only vision I had of sex was Color Me Badd

And I never knew the world could be this cold

Only time a nigga die, he was playing a role

But now niggas get their souls stole' so often

They only thing they offer dreamers is a wake and a coffin

From NY, to Compton, down to Austin

She said that orphans morph into abortions without precaution

Problem with our people, there's too many wannabe Jordan

Too many forces thinking they could make a fortune scorin'

Too many wannabe actors instead of achieving their masters

At least a bachelors but no, too many wannabe rappers, hah

That's just statistics, don't mistake me for hypocrites

Like niggas in the White House supplying Wite-Out

On Jim Crow laws, you probably missed it

Hard to be persistent when you're tryin' to fight for your existence

It ain't easy livin' life like this

When you tryin' to be righteous but know a nigga might just

Leave you lifeless for prices, or high tech devices

So keep that TEC-9 or meet your crisis

Yo it ain't easy livin' life like this

When you tryin' to be righteous but know a nigga might just

Leave you lifeless for prices, or high tech devices

So keep that TEC-9 or meet your crisis

Person mad nervous, you surrender to sterling

Look them in the eye, if looks made you die, you know you merk 'em

Right there, plus his hide is like, right here

So you know that if you would fight fair then you'd have him like quite scared

But don't forget the TEC held high by your right ear

So listen loud and clear: you don't wanna lose your life, dear

And don't you show a slight tear or let 'em sight fear

Just let 'em disappear in the night air, yeah, with yo' Nike Airs

Robbed by the crackheads left alone in the apartments

Mothers be jobless, so they make dollars shaking it topless, and

Daddy been gone said he, took off like ostrich

Since he gain knowledge, I'm keeping it with the synopsis, and

Shit like that make you wish you were adopted

To escape the pain, you join a gang and get intoxicated

Have no shame, nothing wrong with some Mary Jane

The only thing is you do it again, and again, and again, and again

And again, and again, and again

It ain't easy livin' life like this

When you tryin' to be righteous but know a nigga might just

Leave you lifeless for prices, or high tech devices

So keep that TEC-9 or meet your crisis

Yo it ain't easy livin' life like this

When you tryin' to be righteous but know a nigga might just

Leave you lifeless for prices, or high tech devices

So keep that TEC-9 or meet your crisis

It's a war out here, mad niggas is dyin'

You don't want that shit to be you, right? (Nah)

I know you gon' hold it down though, you know what I mean?

Just be careful, man, cause niggas out here ain't really worth it

You a ill nigga though, I like ya style, son

Imagine me fed up, a go-getter, for mo' cheddar

Po' never, blow Berettas 'cause I, know no better

No Era, no STEEZ, no Kirk, no Lee

No school, no OG, no talent, no me

What if I just ain't act right?

What if I pack crack white with my sack tight, join the gat fight?

The click-clack type, slide in the vipe with the black stripe

And give my friends the back knife cause that's life, nigga

It ain't easy livin' life like this

When you tryin' to be righteous but know a nigga might just

Leave you lifeless for prices, or high tech devices

So keep that TEC-9 or meet your crisis

Yo it ain't easy livin' life like this

When you tryin' to be righteous but know a nigga might just

Leave you lifeless for prices, or high tech devices

So keep that TEC-9 or meet your crisis

It ain't easy livin' life like this

When you tryin' to be righteous but know a nigga might just

Leave you lifeless for prices, or high tech devices

So keep that TEC-9 or meet your crisis

Yo it ain't easy livin' life like this

When you tryin' to be righteous but know a nigga might just

Leave you lifeless for prices, or high tech devices

So keep that TEC-9 or meet your crisis

Where It'$ At lyrics - Joey Bada$$ (feat. Kirk Knight)

[Joey Bada$$:]

Aye what it is? One time, what up

Aye what it is? One time, what up

Aye what it is? Two time, what up

Two time, two time, what up

Aye what it is? One time, what up

Aye what it is? One time

[Kirk Knight:]

Let me know, let me know

Let me know, let me know

[Joey BADA$$:]

Let's get down tonight

I think I might blow a whole pound tonight

So shorty hit me with the spot and if it sound alright

Then you know I'm in the house, let a nigga run his mouth

It's going down on sight

I'm always down to fight, ain't duff a nigga in the while

No bluff, ain't no church when you're living in the wild

I was hidden in the crowd, rippin' on some loud

'Til I seen the sucka nigga dick-lickin' on my style

Wow, must've been the material linen

Whole night kept him in my peripheral vision

All I gotta say is the word and imperials get him

Word to my pops, I know niggas known for serial killin'

But back to the women, they tryna catch me slippin'

So I gotta pack a mags to stop venereal venoms

From entering my system

If it ain't my moms or my 'sis then, I cut'em in the system

[Joey Bada$$ (CJ Fly):]

So tell me where it's at and I'm in the spot (So what you wanna do?)

I said so tell me where it's at and I'm in the spot (We got a lot to come true)

I said so tell me where it's at and I'm in the spot (So what you wanna do?)

So tell me where it's at and I'm in the spot (We got a lot to come true)

I said so tell me where it's at and I'm in the spot (So what you wanna do?)

Tell me where it's at and I'm in that spot (We got a lot to come true)

[Kirk Knight:]

Let me know, let me know

Let me know, let me know

[Joey BADA$$:]

Yo let me tell you what I'm living like, same shit, just a different night

Super bad chicks and they all up in my kryptonite

'Bout to get down, I'm tryna get up in the tights

So roll the indo right and I can show you what them bitches like

They just wanna come and have fun

Told this little hun she could come but don't touch my funds

I might get crazy, I might bust a gun

So just give me some more and I might bust her son

Might bust and run, they said love will come knockin' at my door

Well I guess lust must've wrung

The dutch touch the lungs and it was on, had her beggin' for the dawn

'Til the crack of dawn then I passed it off to Kwon

I said it gotta be the swank if it ain't the rank

Cause some pull hoes like how dreamers pudo

Hold up, let me pull ove', told her to hop in then put it back and drove

And hit it out-park like Al Pujols

[Joey Bada$$ {Kirk Knight} (CJ Fly):]

So tell me where it's at and I'm in the spot (So what you wanna do?)

I said so tell me where it's at and I'm in the spot (We got a lot to come true)

I said so tell me where it's at {Yo fuck you Joey} and I'm in the spot (So what you wanna do?)

So tell me where it's at and I'm in the spot (We got a lot to come true)

I said so tell me where it's at and I'm in the spot (So what you wanna do?)

Tell me where it's at and I'm in that spot (We got a lot to come true)

[Kirk Knight:]

Let me know, let me know

Let me know, let me know

She's so enticing, derogatory thoughts when I'm citing

Slangs to get her wet

And I heard you're overflowing, I could test the waters like sea man

And I heard you like semen, see man

Well let me slide through, I know you're feelin' the kid

Cause these nonchalant lines is lettin' me in

Cause on contrast, I could see us lovebirds, it's in plain sight

And am I right cause I heard you like the international lovin'?

On a higher scale, when I mean scale, I do it well

Let me go deeper, feel like I'm doing it well

Word on the street you acting like a bastard, can I be you daddy?

You can hop up in my caddy, and I heard you got the fatty

Yeah cellurite

Just remember it's amazing how I come up on the track

So duck and weave, and please believe my side effect is shakin' knees

Damn here I go again with the suggestive themes

[Joey Bada$$ (CJ Fly):]

So tell me where it's at and I'm in the spot (So what you wanna do?)

I said so tell me where it's at and I'm in the spot (We got a lot to come true)

I said so tell me where it's at and I'm in the spot (So what you wanna do?)

So tell me where it's at and I'm in the spot (We got a lot to come true)

I said so tell me where it's at and I'm in the spot (So what you wanna do?)

Tell me where it's at and I'm in that spot (We got a lot to come true)

Third Eye Shit / Suspect lyrics - Joey Bada$$ (feat. PRO ERA, Capital STEEZ, CJ Fly, Chuck Strangers, Dyemond Lewis, Nyck Caution, Rokamouth, Kirk Knight, Dessy Hinds, T'nah Apex)

[PRO ERA:]

Suspect niggas don't come outside

You might get your wig pushed back tonight

Said I deserve my respect

Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit

Suspect niggas don't come outside

You might get your wig pushed back tonight

[Capital STEEZ:]

Said I deserve my respect

Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit

Started blazing, and stargazing

See how you can reach your farthest aspirations

It's like holy matrimony in The Matrix

It ain't shit, they just call it a strange shift

Cold feet 'cause I'm on thin ice

It's alright besides the fact I want it all in one night

Like, you can't skip steps is the best

Even though the vets hold a .47 with a vest

Now that's a wise investment

Or a concept to try and hide divine intentions

Like, let 'em hate, stay calm and meditate

When life hands you lemons it's time to eliminate

More sour than lemonade, anyways

Different days, different highs, different haze

Kamasutra with miss Mary Jane

And the karma suits her, she a vibrant thang

[PRO ERA:]

Suspect niggas don't come outside

You might get your wig pushed back tonight

Said I deserve my respect

Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit

Suspect niggas don't come outside

You might get your wig pushed back tonight

[CJ Fly:]

'Cause I deserve my respect

Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit

You niggas is suspect and I'm just a ruffneck

That wasn't breaking pencil tips when I would bust lead

I puff meds and leave chumps fed and punks dead

Her cunt wet, she getting rough sex, no sunset

I like a chick with a buck tooth, yeah it could get fucked too

We keep one eye open, they sus' too

Never tell 'em my government, make any covenant bitches be loving it

Say not to put a glove on it, some funny shit

You must've thought I was a dummy, miss

I feed lines to felines just to get up in their tummies quick

Yeah you got tricks but I got five more

So any game you try to play, you better know I got the high score

You better settle down 'cause you're not on my level now

The Pros is semi-circle, they can tell the world you get around

Some niggas clowns, what's the shit about?

They used to doubt now they see us sprout and I'm out

[PRO ERA:]

Suspect niggas don't come outside

You might get your wig pushed back tonight

Said I deserve my respect

Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit

Suspect niggas don't come outside

You might get your wig pushed back tonight

[Chuck Strangers:]

Nigga I deserve my respect

And brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit

When I was 13, I was bad, rapping 'bout guns we never had

Now we smoke raws with filter tips, old homies talking shit

Said you got what's best of mine but you stay plotting on that dime

Thought 'cause we was cool before that we gon' take yo ass on tour?

Fuck nah, this my chance to get it

How you entitled to my shine? Nigga you ain't help me get it

Now these niggas see me getting it, check the statements on my debit

My profile get requested but I never hit "Accept"

Hit the sour to the chest, I reflect

When I was 14, up late, eyes glued to the sampler screen

Eyes beam, 'cause we can make it better

Smoking on that Jack Herer, welcome to the Progressive Era

[PRO ERA & Dyemond Lewis:]

Suspect niggas don't come outside

You might get your wig pushed back tonight

Said I deserve my respect

Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit

Suspect niggas don't come outside

You might get your wig pushed back tonight

[Dyemond Lewis:]

'Cause I deserve my respect

And brains don't matter but tell me what really matters

When you pissed off at the world like you got a crazy bladder

And, momma always said that shit don't come on silver platters

So I gather my thoughts and make use of all these synonyms

'Cause I could never swallow the truth, like it's cinnamon

Excuse me if I'm militant

The sinning men in my hood could leave a nigga quivering

Like goddamn, deliver him, the venom and his liver is

Corrupting all his ligaments

Now he's at a standstill so tell me if he'll live again

The fire in his heart, still seem to be simmering

Now take that little simmer and turn it into adrenaline

Penicillin could not stop the drive he be giving 'em like mad fours

But fast forward, let's get to the part where his records

Could 'fford him a couple Fords like "Lord, ain't he gifted?"

Christmas just doesn't fit him, I need my own holiday

And by the way, I'ma possibly own Monopoly

And all McDonald's property 'cause I won't live in poverty like

[PRO ERA:]

Suspect niggas don't come outside

You might get your wig pushed back tonight

Said I deserve my respect

Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit

Suspect niggas don't come outside

You might get your wig pushed back tonight

[Nyck Caution:]

Said I deserve my respect

Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit

In the clouds come and find me, someone flier than Hermione

Homie tripping, got 'em sounding like Hansen in the '90s

Charlie Manson your whole body, 'cause that damage in your party

Can you manage what I'm dishing out? Go get your wishing count

You sell me something then I flip that amount

I just switched that account, get that profit then I'm out

Yeah, they all wonder but it's Nyck bitch don't doubt

Rip your lips off your mouth

Man I'm violent ring the siren with these bars I'm reciting

Cars with no license

Hard man, I'm feeling like a spartan with a trident

Damn, picture perfect, bet I'll make that picture worth it

I'll be doubling my spot, no Louisiana Purchase

So declare that, with my hair back

You want a fair one, catch a fair smack

I hunt up on my prey

So pray I ain't hunting on your ass today like be afraid

[PRO ERA:]

Suspect niggas don't come outside

You might get your wig pushed back tonight

Said I deserve my respect

Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit

Suspect niggas don't come outside

You might get your wig pushed back tonight

[Kirk Knight:]

'Cause I deserve my respect

Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit

Cool cuts flow, the deli can't touch this

Slipping like fishes, choking when you hit the cypher

And I ain't talking weed smoke but I let the weed blow

Anything, just let the leaves know, oh

Suckas fuck around, get clapped where you rest at

Nigga saying you cracking, fabric of your imagination

Ask your lady

It's assassin when I come up on the track

It's a curse that I always try to find sex in these verses

But I got your attention, it's part of my ascension

But if I keep toking this strain

It's gonna leave me stranded in this dimension

Or to mention, niggas is snitching

Might charge me with battery

But fuck that, 'cause piss was never in your anatomy

So don't try to lie on a nigga that got mine on my third-eye shit

[PRO ERA:]

Suspect niggas don't come outside

You might get your wig pushed back tonight

Said I deserve my respect

Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit

Suspect niggas don't come outside

You might get your wig pushed back tonight

[Rokamouth:]

I tell you I deserve my respect

Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit

Man I'm onto higher degrees without my masters

I could use my words to urge into disasters

Niggas wanna know how my wheels keep on spinning

And they see we getting love 'cause they see the Pros is winning

'Cause we giving love back so they peeping how we fitting

Ain't gonna have no sus' nigga stepping to me

I like to keep my chakras open so respect my G

I got the bush going in, repping FBT

So sus' niggas watch your back, Pros next to me

I got Chuck on the team to collect the green

And show these suspect niggas what it mean to scheme

Another apex predator crushing your dreams

Gonna get your wig pushed back between my cream

Taking all you sus' niggas, throw you out the scene

I'm taking all you sus' niggas, throwin' out the scene

Taking all you sus' niggas, throw you out the scene

[PRO ERA:]

Suspect niggas don't come outside

You might get your wig pushed back tonight

Said I deserve my respect

Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit

Suspect niggas don't come outside

You might get your wig pushed back tonight

[T'nah Apex:]

Said I deserve my respect

Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit

The P, the R, the O, the Dette

Never am I vexed, I'm always calm, cool, collect

Unless you disrespect, I wreck you verbally

So expect the worst from me, I beck you with my intellect

You best be circumspect check, made you making all the wrong moves

Do I intimidate you, or more infuriate you?

'Cause I annihilate all who participating for the gore

Lovers I decapitate with everything I say, see

Come sneak a peak and, tell me what you peeping

Then struggle to say it ain't greatness that you seeing

It is what here sits in the midst of us, yeah it's quite mysterious

No you're not delirious, I'm serious, it's clear to us

Add some crystals, gonna see gold

Then platinum, seen it on some tarots before

So I know how it is all gonna go down

Gotta go more uptown, more in the cloud

'Cause didn't ya know by now, I'm skyline bound

And my time's now, I don't graze ground, I'm new in your town

So assume what you please but you don't know me

Say what you please but you don't know T'nah

[PRO ERA:]

Suspect niggas don't come outside

You might get your wig pushed back tonight

Said I deserve my respect

Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit

Suspect niggas don't come outside

You might get your wig pushed back tonight

[Dessy Hinds:]

Said I deserve my respect

Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit

Who that mofo that came to showboat just 'cause he float like no other?

Style smooth as butter and slick like lubricant rubbers

So going in on tracks ain't a real test, the real quest

Is making real tracks with feelings people ain't feel yet

Dessy be that suspect for subjects for all the records

Set in for all the records, I spit in a split of seconds

So you can't reckon that I wasn't checking for beats unpleasant

I eat up a track and hit your producer up for seconds

Remember I'm the face, so lace me in the line-up

The bars that I could line up could probably bump the fine up

Define what never can judge, rap is in my blood

So much, my capillaries adapted a sanctuary

From the fifth of January, every punchline turned into crunch time

Was cutting records more times than my school's lunch line

So if this hits mine, go ahead and pop your wrist fine

Been spitting dirty, the vocals recording spit shine

[PRO ERA:]

Suspect niggas don't come outside

You might get your wig pushed back tonight

Said I deserve my respect

Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit

Suspect niggas don't come outside

You might get your wig pushed back tonight

[Joey Bada$$:]

And I deserve my respect

Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit

'Til the day I die, I'll be puffing lye, fuck the world, fuck it dry

Tell them government spies I won't cover my eyes

Won't cower, won't move 'cause I don't move like a coward

Knowledge is power and the flower of life is ours

Get as high as ours, maybe you could see the towers

Scour your dirty mind and maybe you unleash the power

We all got the potential in our body and soul, probably you know

I found mines right through the pencil, started bodying flows

But fuck that, this be the preview of primeval hip-hop retrieval

I hold illegal like them coppers hold weasels to squeal

This one for my people, headed to the top, no redo

Thinking up evil but see no evil, just be Knievel

'Cause I ain't ask to be this good, they just made me better

They told me cheese at the cams and they made me cheddar

And the green only made me clever

See God made three Bigs, two Pacs, but he only made one error

The Era

[PRO ERA:]

Suspect niggas don't come outside

You might get your wig pushed back tonight

Said I deserve my respect

Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit

Suspect niggas don't come outside

You might get your wig pushed back tonight

Said I deserve my respect

Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit