Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Slaughtermouse, artist - Joe Budden.
Date of issue: 17.09.2015
Song language: English
Slaughtermouse |
Yeah, yeah |
Look, it was around '99, baby comin' while I was at rock bottom |
Ironic shit, I was listenin' to «Rock Bottom» |
Pockets rabbit ears, no paper, lot of cotton |
Had some charges stemmin' from me and my squad robbin' |
Had to leave the hood, shit stayin', not an option |
I bumped your shit forever, felt we had a lot in common |
A rapper expressin' wit who spoke in depressive stints |
All that introspectiveness, I couldn’t measure what it did |
Listen, I’m writin' to you now cause we don’t get to talk much |
'Cept for in the stu' when we be passin' through the halls and such |
I wonder if you catch me stare at you in awe much |
And we be busy workin' so I never share my thoughts much |
Remember signin' four niggas with an attitude? |
Well maybe we’ll get your star power and his magnitude |
All I thought was it was 'bout to be on |
But I never guessed that I was 'bout to be wrong |
We encountered some things, maybe we should’ve figured out all along |
Who the fuck was I to be too vocal in my doubt for some songs? |
Even I can’t be that dumb to step over the threshold |
And be the guy who says no to so many records sold |
Whole career, I never bit my tongue, I let it go |
Too many times bein' the rebel, ain’t end in what’s best for Joe |
That second album came and added truth to the slander |
But we learned what’s good for the goose ain’t good for the gander |
Guess I’m askin' for advice right now |
Experience and leadership to help suffice right now |
I guess I’m askin', «How would you do it?» |
Before I do somethin' too stupid |
Before my group lose it just to get our views lucid |
Every other day these niggas want a new exclusive |
Should I be in the mix more? |
Maybe I’m too secluded |
Do you think you’d be as famous now |
If you had to put out «My Name Is"now? |
The way the game is now, awful lyrics, shit is shameless now |
Just tell me how you’d maneuver if you came in now |
It’s just thoughts, everything is criss-crossed |
Gotta be cool with Complex and Pitchfork if I wanna get my shit off |
These simpleminded niggas won’t think you fuck with us |
If they don’t see you poppin' bottles in the club with us |
It’s about fashion now, which I hate |
Because I dress like shit, I’m just the best when I spit |
But different times, I was feelin' like the odd man out |
Like I should leave, they’d be better with the odd man out |
Like when I wasn’t on that intro, I felt a little weird |
But that was for the team, so I didn’t really care, for real |
For the team, how I happen to be |
When Bad met Evil, nigga who was happier than me? |
Think back, the way that I was on that shit |
You woulda thought it was my album and I was on that shit |
Like fuck rap, happy to see a friendship get mended |
Cemented and any frivolous tension get ended |
Joell you my G, Weapon Waist you my OG cuz |
Nickel you know I look at you like it’s blood |
Here’s the flowers, before this end is covered in mud |
We can disband right now and it’s gonna always be love |
For a brief period I tried to rhyme like y’all |
I was high, maybe tryin' to prove that I’m like y’all |
But I’m not, I suck at all that syllable shit |
I’d rather make the pen bleed to see the feelin' you get |
I’m bein' honest, we might never sell a million and shit |
To me it’s more value in keepin' it trill with my nigs |
And to Em, one of the illest ever on the mic |
We’re less different than we are alike |
This ain’t about star power, I ain’t on the hype |
Never mind skin color, I see beyond the white |
My whole life I fought trauma like you |
Had ups and downs with my baby mama like you |
I had my fair share of transgressions like you |
Had a bad temper once and fought aggression like you |
Did drugs, popped pills, fought depression like you |
These are things you’d never pick up from our sessions in the stu' |
I beefed with Hov, 50, Game and Wu |
Got in my own way a lot, I’m sure the same as you |
The whole label think I’m crazy, I been peeped it |
I’m only mad I couldn’t keep a better secret |
Still when I hear your voice, my head goes wrong |
Takes me back to that little boy with my headphones on |
And the way you saved my life back then is how I’m savin' them |
Plaques and charted tracks won’t take me away from them |
So I hope you understand |
Fuck this record deal, you inspired me as a man |
I’ll cut it short, before I start feelin' like a Stan |
HouseGang for life, word to the pig on Royce’s hand |
Success’ll never disable me |
No record label will ever label me |
My morals ain’t for sale, can’t under-the-table me |
I’ll ride it out, even when everything ain’t savory |
My brothers love me, they won’t enable me |
And they won’t kill me, they won’t Cain and Abel me |
It’s how I feel at the moment… |