Joe Budden - Inception lyrics

The bars show you mad struggle Along with detailed scriptures of my past trouble Thats why they try to keep me quiet with a bad muzzle Cant take the same leaps and bounds as me When they lack the hustle and the calf muscle Words from a legend speaking from the heart Said, if you going to war, weaponry is a start Do your dirt all by your lonely, let it be in the dark You givin birds bread then let it be in the park, Joey Tip me wrong, mini mall when the semis warm Bout my bread, so I spot it if a pennys gone And Ill bet, learned that from the nets If you tryna be a Billionaire get rid of any Thorn Cause youll get f-cked if they shoot you, emptied on Its just they way of making a mini p**n I watch my haters get sick If its that hard living in my shadow Get off my silhouettes d-ck Tailor made suits, double breast fit Set trip, get your name on the next clip Sometimes before you can add you gotta minus Some of yall dont get the math or the science It means Im aiming for wealth Some say skys the limit I say youre short changing yourself so uh ha, uh ha, yall aint the same as me, I get bread You lose Jacksons, Jermaine Dupri BS about Joe, refrain it please Youll just untame a beast, he just became unleashed All who defend are deceased, so the topic should pa** An a**embly line would show em Im not in they cla** Had some alright jams, them fans came and left And you aint know they was one night stands Let em testify, witnesss, hearin is indicative N-ggas is sick of it, let it go, and get a grip (Hook) I think Im Sug Ray, Ali Joe Fraiz who the f-ck gon stop me He think he Holyfield, Iron Mike Fo fifth let em feel what the iron like I think Im Mayweather, Pacquiao Screamin money aint a thing pullin stacks out I think Im Cotto, Shane Mosley Slow d**h to anyone who oppose me (Verse 2) Sun Im a always shine, yellow Think Im about to get up on that? HELL NO Long as shorty keep my tip hard, shell toe Certain Im a stick to the script, velcro Ringers?, fakers, thinker, faders, prosper Without being linked to the majors My only response is the finger to haters Watch it get ugly, Mbenga, Lakers so when they ask how I feel about hip hop I sighed and replied take a lucky guess Just being sincere, I aint talking pioneers When I tell dudes I dont think the Dougies fresh Used to roll through the trenches, slept on cold benches Holds on my expenses, smoke till I was senseless Now the flows so relentless F-ck CDs it should be sold in syringes I cant explain it they love the sound Subtle with the pound, you dont want trouble clown If Im at the bar ordering a couple rounds Im in between 2 birds like a double down Where Im from they co*k and shoot Like its all logical, send a lot of work to them hospitals Dress the AK up before they pop at you Handguns, night scope, call it the Chopper suit So if you tired of all the wack dudes, call me in Rap historian, slash my cla**s Valedictorian Your futures at a stand still Must be a flat on that Delorean I tried tellin them conceded the deals closed They disagree they believe that they real close Tough guys turn talk show like Steve Wilkos Scream f-ck em eat dil*os with each pill dose All the rap dudes they got highly regarded Tell me they psyche might be slightly retarded Nowadays before the shows I buy me a cartridge Those them phony a** dudes they like me to start with Peepin how the vets wanna stop me Money where your mouth is Ted DiBiase And he wont be able to reach for a biscuit With Os on his head like a B-more fitted Black hoody and black tux Tearin stacks up, with a model and her rack tough Gettin my Extreme Makeover on Knock that b**h down and build her back up Think twice before you act up Around flames, wrong time to be ga**ed up You never heard blowing smoke from a gra** hut 9 times out of 10 itll be your last puff (Hook)