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[Joe Frequency!

[Joell
YAOWA! up my nigga?
You say name is John?
Joell
Yeah yeah I know, I'm familiar the interview shit
I know you gon' ask
I got you, even stress it

No I don't respond with answers fit a script
So the make a nigga flip
We in the game of and mirrors, those engineerin a bigger spliff
blowin circles out they mouth, gettin but the shit'll shift
I never lived a myth, if I it I did it
Never alleged, word to I gripped a fifth (boom!)
I made my housing tenement a strip, medicine and nicks
When I 'em comin I jetted from them pricks (ohh!)
And to this day though she clean I wish my mommy never sniffed
But the hurt is makin me with this gift (look)
I'm with this ink you could, die in a blink and
got the nerve to ask me why do I drink and
Motherfucker I cry when I think and
Y'all ain't when them tears bein dried by the sink (damn)
It was cold in the winter, my community centers who gave me
I mind, my table chairs gave me splinters (haha!)
Set up to be loser but was made to be a (look)
If they hip-hop I bet my face be in the picture
If they wrote a rap bet my name be in the scriptures
If shorty say I'm her idol bet her be in my zipper (woo!)
I came a long way the staples in my scrilla
on my pants, hardly had a gut
The ladies ain't wanna dance so house parties suck
All my friends on the wall, I'm in the with a couple
Nah I complainin, just tellin y'all what it is
So if y'all through it now just know that another kid
made somethin outta nothin, I'm frontin, I was never nothin
Older ladies used to my mother "Ain't he somethin?" (oww)
I at a lot of you cats and laugh
Cause I'm the shit man, and y'all ain't passin gas
When I spit I'm the of mastered craft
And all y'all ask about is Aftermath move on!

Iyana Dean + Iffy]
I'm tryin to be, than what it is you see
For every take, do it just eternally
But I won't let it hold me down, I it all around
I'm movin on, oh-ah, oh-ahhhh, yes I'm on

Budden]
I gotta my own interview
niggaz that do my interviews focus on whatever's miniscule (like!)
Or paint me as a cynical, but the canvas'll you (dawg)
You go beyond what there's no limit to
If I think hip-hop is I think it's being revived
And that comes from me inside
Where the demons get by, see 'em good-bye, if I'm here's why
Come from hearin it seein ve-nom-ous (oh!)
So the beast in me cries, cause when all you hear
Shit can overbear, just when the near
And so I try to think straight when you stare in the rear
Rest in peace Shakir, nigga yeah!
I'm on label, not that other label
That it's no longer my problem, it's theirs
say it's a conspirac'
I say if e'rybody's on the throne, that's just more motive to kill the
Ask me 'bout "Pump it Up" and I'ma think you
Or you not know I'm DEEP!
I'm so off of music so y'all could SoundScan every
Me? I just got my lil' man week
City loves me despite y'all beliefs (why?)
Cause they was steppin, I showed 'em how to leap (ohh!)
Ask me about swag - change the topic to lyrics
and then brag, plus at you like a fag
I love e'rybody, don't ask 'bout who I beefed
They burned the bridge but they was standin it
I'm on my grind, huntin
Was old since I was young, call me Benjamin
And stop usin slang just for you to be
Cause I go BACK to when it was to be you
I'm a (nah)
No I mean I'm from "Heroes," y'all chase zeroes
Muh'fucker I just got hatin ME feelin like a zero
They played DeNiro, never there though
So before your thought, understand
it's MUCH more to me than the man
Either that or on

Da 5'9"]
My rhyme's of Scarface and Preme's soul
Before Jordan was wearin fo'-five, I just look like this, I just old
But I had to bleed the of a Dirty motherfucker
to suffer clean clothes and what a king holds
The estate market is harsh, everything goes
from foes to who you was everything fo'
But I cut 'em off and move on to the new
New friends chasin my new with new threats
Watchin my dreams fold, like a of bills
in the pocket of who ain't tryin to push up
But we the
You couldn't handle this shit if you was before us carryin a pooper-scoop
You dealt with shady shit? I dealt with Shady
But I'm the only one can truly say I dealt Shady's shit (that's me!)
I that with all respect to Paul and Sheck
But Ryan and is all you get (that's it)
My flow's superb, I love Paulie
What I say in a track, just words (woo!)
Baby boy forgive me, I'm just
I can change into anything niggaz want me to be like Mystique
I gotta dig deep
To realize Slim bought Big a big jeep
he deserved it; how can I mourn
the same way Shady did him when he knew him when he attended Osbourne? (yes!)
Marshall I'm (sorry) I knew it went left (left)
I ain't fuckin my family like incest
If you remember Ice used to be my life's
Tell Hailie my just had a princess
Since I made up with Em it's else
that I can on from, so who wants some?
Like a jar of Grey
You gotta ask anybody in any car, one of move on

I]
When picture my interviews
They think I'm in a swimmin pool with who been abused
So they turn strippers makin they livin in the nude
One in the middle blowin my inner tube, the interviewer's gettin ridiculed
Is this your Cool; let me give you a little jewel
Any who wanna sit in my tennis shoes is missin SCREWS
Don't get it misconstrued, get this shit confused
I'm two from prison food, I'm a different dude!
Pistol in my reach man, in Long Beach man
Hopin if my grind don't me get out, my speech can
I been in the streets longer than Yao wingspan
You can be MTV, be C-SPAN
I deal with politics, bandannas and tips
you rappers follow this, role models can swallow DICK!
Was stressed out cash flow
Hip-Hop used to console my soul, now it's a bunch of
Rap about a while I'm targetin cops
Spit shit for Oscar Grant, hit the sergeant with shots
Make him a (Ghost) he part of The Lox
I won't stop recordin, 'til I'm songs harder than 'Pac's
If it don't happen, at least a nigga know he there (I'm right there!)
Every memory my Dodger hat's a nightmare!
As a kid I had to steal
And now the best question you have to ask me, "Is this a real
your beat from Dre? Your feature from Cube?"
These things leave people
Cause they I leave speakers abused, I eat the EQs
I eat through the beat, what's the secret? I it's the SHOES!
Back in Cali niggaz and stress
on "Detox" to save the West, ha ha
Even if the shit is it ain't givin you niggaz hope
your signature's wrote on a check from Interscope
NOPE! on

[Crooked I - Chorus]
Move on West, Coast,
West move on
And all that shit in the about me bein on Death Row?
on

SLAUGHTERHOUSE!!