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