Joe Budden - Bullsh** Rappers & Metaphors lyrics

[Intro] Whoaaa....yeah, it's your boy Jumpoff Beezy a.k.a. Regular Joe a.k.a. That Dude Shout out to all the mixtape DJs and sh** Stack, what up n***a Webb, turn my vocals up a little bit See, what we gonna do is we gonna rhyme like the other n***as and sh** With the bullsh** rhymes, putting a whole bunch of words together just because And n***as is really listening to that sh** like, "Yo, he's hot"......NOT I think n***as might have forgot what the word "hot" is f**ing with all these metaphor n***as with the bullsh** like "I'm flat like plasma" "I smoke like forest fires" and all this dumb sh** "I'm cool like AC's" "I bang like bangers"...ha...some dumb sh** SO.....we gonna have to teach n***as how to rap again n***as might have forgot -- go ahead and help them out We recording?...... ARE WE RECORDING??? All right -- just making sure, man Its, its, its that on top music!!! [Verse 1] Ok, moving on now -- we done with the no names Now put the purple in the air like soul plane Point blank when hammers is out I'll have it right up on your skin -- it's like the plastic on your grandma couch In the hood somebody's telling, cops cuff and arresting So its somebody else besides Usher confessing Spray y'all clip team Y'all broke but the day y'all get cream is the day y'all meet the AR-15 Jason Bourne n***as sent right after a guy The dudes that say word to they seed right after they lie So when I spot 'em or see 'em I'mma play the graveyard realtor in charge of every mausoreum Buying 900 gallons of dip In the crib the living room wall is 900 gallons of fish The block is f**ed up, my son's feeling is helpless I see why everybody in slum village is selfish..n***a [Verse 2] Hard to imagine the game without me Even mixtapes just ain't been the same without me And anytime beef is on or the heat is on I'm on some Nelly sh** in New Jerz, getting my Eagle on n***as wanna rep, better watch your back Even little n***as is jumping now they Robert Pack And there's great artists out the struggling to get a joint across While wack n***as need nine minutues to get a point across When will you cowards learn, though? I only f** chicks looking like they off the Howard Stern Show I love when black youths do they numbers and all Make hits to make them little kids run to the store But its like rappers ain't got no hunger at all And n***as' albums don't leave you with a hunger for more Say Joe, leave it alone -- accept it, they lost But I'm a addict -- got a problem with beating a dead horse, n***a [Outro] Simple, man...see...two way ya boy next time you drop, man No more mixtapes hit the street without the kid on them Thats how we gonna do, y'all must've forgot like Roy Jones That's one of then wack metaphors n***as be using, too Yo, I'm hot like the sun I am cooler than the other......oh yeah, n***a said that YOU AIN'T COOLER THAN THE OTHER SIDE OF THE PILLOW, ni**a