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words and the phonics make noise like harmonics I'm high like comets weighed down by my pockets
I know I'm a target they wanna come pop me these hollows

Dear Diary

Joe Budden

Mood Muzik, Vol. 3: The Album

2008

Shit, I even let you rock out
Being Bill Belichick, tapin' from the sidelines, stealin' my shit
But dawg, you was like a mini me
Mocked me, envied me,

All the songs he writes are about science or me
Jena screamed always bragging ‘bout her new boyfriend Karim
And I know you don’t care, run your

love you more

Verse 2

I don’t know how you do it
But everything seems to turn out right
I’m trying hard to remember 
To walk by faith and not by sight

bills to pay another working day I don’t know what to say but
Man I just get so tired turn on the tv and crack open a beer 
My head swells with fears

No i don't want just anyone
Im loving what i see in front of me
Don't give a fuck, bout anyone
I know what you need
Baby listen to me speaking

I

a joke like Bill Bellamy
It's always bad news when they tellin' me
I did my dirt, but I dont have no felonies
You say you by my side, but you bailin' me
My

you'll be grown up and paying your own bills

Dear little girl, please don't you fret
I promise Mum and Dad both know that you really want a pet
She won't

Hope ya relate to my songs
Real emotions you gotta feel it
You can tell it's not phony
The only time I get to spill it
Life be moving so fast
Just more

with them vegan thugs
You should by know cuz I always was
Just clowning around on this track
I serious that I'm not serious Jack
Nefarious with

nigga
You judged by the circle you choose to fill my nigga
Thats why I built places out of my lyrics thats where I live my nigga

Never ever had to fear

coding ain't a cool skill
I know you bouta graduate and make some huge bills
You feelin' like the biggest fishy in the whole ville
Well maybe as a fishy

so hard not to let me play
Please don't leave Rio
I wanna hear everybody in my ghetto say
Oh, don't you go, oh no, Rio
Then I gotta let know how I

We've been in doors for like three
Days
Time passing by in your pj's
You'd rather hide from the Heatwave
Still have my song on Replay Sending me

You and I must go
To a place we know
I could hold you close
Caress you to your toes
Fishing for a meal
Tryna keep it real
Casted out my line
We all

like 3 am you posted on the gram
Letting me know that you dipped on me
For a clique
A quick lick
For them bills and make hits
You acting different but

to form FBE 
Man I thought this shit would be breezy
I know I been so long 
Had a lot all on my dome  
Pouring my heart out on these songs 
Praying that God

Nothing Yet

Feenom Circle

Souled Separately

wholes songs composed float in limbo
Fo sho the invisible, souled separate like some syllables

[Raw J]
I'm from that crew you never heard
That cat that

Can I Get Paid

DJ Paul Bunyon

Off the Richter Scale

2001

ya own dance
DJ play my song, -Where dem dollars at- by Gangsta Boo
Plus another southern diva Mia X is coming too
We don't like dem boys who be all

mama
I see ya payin' ya bills
I see ya workin' ya job
I see ya goin' to school
And girl I know it's hard
And even though ya fed up
With makin' beds up

Normally
I'm not the type of guy to write the happy songs
But the air is clean
Officially
Everything is coming together and getting along
The birds

Be Like That

Group Home

A Tear for the Ghetto

1999

Now you know what I'm talkin about me and my squad
I pull your card, I'm underground like the mob
Punk get on your job, here come the superstars

of my songs go plat 
Having everybody know my name, household fame, Chris Pratt 
Look at that, having all those venues looking packed like a snack

Judge

busy in my schoolyard singing my amens
Grade 5 I was busy checking texts
It was also the year that I started my success
Grade 7s barely gone by
I be real