[Joe Budden]
Check it, Im the voice of every dead niggas secrets
Thats why the fucktards want me dead before I can speak it
Yall call it crazy, Im the heartbeat of every aborted baby
High off every line snorted in the 80s
Let it breathe, no wonder why his thoughts ratchet
See the world through the shades that Stacks wore in his casket
I steal his body from the graveyard on foot, aint no looking back
Bring him on tour with me and when its over put him back
If you couldnt tell, the behavior says if a nigga send me to hell its a favor
I never felt that was major, God forgive me or dont, maybe Hell help later
Until Ill share pops nightmares (?) elevator
Which taught me not to doubt a coward for a thing
Yin-yang theory, shit Juwan Howard got a ring
All it takes is the smallest nigga in your camp to get eternal
Half a match book will transform to an inferno
And jails so grotesque
That cause of my past, I cant bask in my success
Peep how my brain masturbates, I mean, I wake up
Walk on my deck and stare at a beautiful yard that just reminds of the yard
I unlock a cell, a buried man, wrongly accused
Bet it all, the judges to put him there, wont be amused
This aint Joe yall, more like the mind of every rape victim
Who cant retrace the face of the nigga that had his way with em
When my heart stops it crops
Every 9-1-1 call that took too long
But dont look at it wrong
Cause the irony of my groups name is though he seem the luckiest
Where we lay our heads seems to be where its bloodiest
To say were rebels would imply were against
Thats a lie nigga, we just convinced
So in case the puppet-masters didnt know Joe
They tried making us the guinea pigs
We just killed it and kept it as a logo