Joe Budden-Dum_Out Appreciation

Jul 19, 2006
It's stuck between platinum and flop, underground and mainstream
Concious, backpack, scratch that, same thing
I'm somewhere between the real and the fakeness
The red pill, blue pill, real and the Matrix
And I can't take this
If the game needs a new look, I'm between a tummy tuck and a face lift
And everything I say in these pages
Is straight from the heart, nah magazines, y'all can't rate this
But I'll be debatin it, it's a bit outragous
Like it's an ear virus, and this ++#%* contagious
I'm downloadin like %!*#+$ actually play this
Maybe I'm buggin out, maybe I'm on a spaceship
See I was on my stay out chill %!**
The way Mouse kills %!**, I'm here just to lay out real %!**
Besides, other dudes styles remind me of spinnin rims
That %!** got played out real quick
See some wrote him off, some said he was done
Made a joke of, hope he enjoyed the run
I don't enjoy bein shunned, so I'm back as Neo
Fans enjoyed The One, annoint me as begun
I had the whole hood thinkin' he would never eat
Rappers tried to diss, thinkin' we would never meet
I heard it if you said it
You wrote it on online then I read it, now I match it %!$$% bet it
Cause I remember clearly
Once "Pump It Up" stopped soarin, there's a few mother +$!*%@+ stopped callin
See I remember %!** spread like cancer
I would call folks said, folk ain't answer
A few chicks runnin started pullin they pants up
A few stopped actin like my private dancer
But a lightbulb hit once they started to neglet me
See there I was, thinkin' I was all that sexy

Can't be finished, what %!$$% I beg ya pard'
I just let %!*#+$ get a head start
I walk to the finish, y'all spread out chase
Nah spead out pace, and I'll still win the race
See I'm joggin
Other %!*#+$ legs starts wobblin, when opportunity is start knockin
You got the crown, pass off like Stockton
It's time to work, I'm offically clocked in
He is a problem, weavin and bobbin'
Through the speculation that his label tried to drop him
I can't leave, even though it's big options
Kev only signed me, to keep this %!** rockin'
Don't ask me how I'm doin, I been better
Stuck in cold Feburary, with a thin sweater
I'm far from a "YES" man, I'm a trend setter
It's no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta
Don't put %!*#+$ in the same sink as me
I mean metaphors, storylines, deep %!**, club %!**, girl %!**, world %!**
They don't use to ink like me
%!*#+$ don't even THINK like me
Who sees what I'm watchin, he ain't poppin'
Don't deserve to drink water from the tub that I wash in
WAIT, start again, it's a privilege to breath the same air that I farted in
They want no parts with him
I dare %!*#+$ categorize me
If my names on a mixtape, then capitalize me
I been stopped goin' to Mixtape Awards
Don't need them to tell me, the mixtapes is yours
I had other ideas, while gettin' loot
I'm thinkin' red carpet, I went and copped a suit
See I'm thinking Grammy's
Sunglasses on, with my On Top family and a bad !**$# handy
Each day there's a "W", it felt like heaven
I'm at an actress's house, that felt like neckin'
R&B on, looked and felt like Meagan
Gave me headache too, I felt like an Excedrin
Talk very fly
Least until I bought every pie, me bein' war readys in my eyes
And these dudes might as well be Jamie Foxx
Trying to sound like somebody that already died
The kid keep a snub wit 'em, good pair of gloves wit 'em
Your first week ain't right, they can't %%$* wit 'em
Now if you don't sell 5 mill, they had enough of 'em
Let me find out Hip Hop's turnin' Republican
I'll sum it up to what he is about
Still new to most, they still feelin' him out
Things were type bland, Joey seasoned him out
I'm the nicest dude out since "Reasonable Doubt"
Say it ain't so
Rest In Peace Luther, there's some other %!*#+$ gay on the low
So live, who can see 'em, no guy
I'm the Mets, was suppose to be ill in '05
As ill as the flow gets, need a pill a dosage
So if you can't tell, I'm prepared for '06
About to OD, anybody that know me
Can tell you I'm bout to make %!** feel like it's '03
More like '99
No names should be mentioned but mine, unless you talkin' Big Pun in his
Maybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around
Or 2pac without Humpty around
Or 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song
Cam'ron during "Children Of The Corn"
Beans before the cops came through and try to grill 'em
I'm talkin '95, Big L before they killed 'em
Em before 8 Mile, Shyne before the jail %!**
Canibus, no album out before the L %!**
Talkin' bout Kiss, DMX when he was *!%$#@' wit coke
Or Cuban Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost
I do it all, who blendin' so well in the game
Talkin' Fab, back when he was still spellin' his name
On my Diddy %!**, Memphis Grizzly %!**
Like back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's %!**
Rappers don't need trouble with I
Unless it's Rass Kass before the D.W.I
Or Talib with Mos, Common before "Be"
If they any less common, don't put 'em before me
See, I'm not a rapper, I'm a prophet
Chill Joe stop it, skill will speak for you, don't pop %!**
%%$* jail, I'm on my payroll cop %!**
I call that bootleg cable, it's no box %!**
All black, lookin' grimey in the crowd
Heat on him, no sir, don't try me when I'm out
I toat somethin' tiny that'll blaow
Ain't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' shiney in your mouth
I probably fool cats, cause I don't ride out in some big car
In the streets, like I ain't some big star
And these young mother +$!*%@+, is about to %%$* up
Like leavin' they whole career in some !**$# car
No names, but it's no sublime
%!$$% you know who you are, I'll end it before it goes too far
Your pub still ##*@**, you a liar money
Joe's still spendin "Pump It Up", "Fire" money
Glock for hire money, don't try to mug me
Call ASCAP, maybe B.M.I for money
Please, what's wrong wit 'em, somethin' ain't the norm' wit 'em
Ain't too many dudes out there, out performin 'em
Some acquire these skills, I was born wit 'em
Street's askin' what's takin' so long wit 'em
Jump Off, I'm the best to happen
He's the answer, the who's got the next in rappin'
I suggest you ask 'em
If Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, then I'm the Windex and a napkin
New dudes is whack, some vet's is has-been's
Some were Top 20, till I crept right passed 'em
It's a wrap, Joey sealin' it %!$$%
Cold out, Long Johns still dealin' it %!$$%
Still peelin' it %!$$%
If I only get 'em two times, just know it was the dilinger %!$$%
It's that YAK music, don't know how to act music
Gettin' my Kanye on, puttin' out "Crack Music"
Car jack music, out what they lack music
Send my little man, get rid of the pack music
That I'm back music, that click clack music
That A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music
Now who said they *!%$#@' with me
They just said that *!%$#@' with me, they didn't mean it (NAH)
MM2 was the best!!! I always throw this song on when I'm running to get me thru my run!!!
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