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… |