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JOE BUDDEN lyrics - Mood Muzik 4: A Turn 4 The Worst

If All Else Fails

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If all else fails, I'll get back to what I know Rachet for my foes, watching for it fallin take a stab at it was snow Long john jacket for the cold Some habits are hard to outgrow I work so hard you think the studio's my lodge inn If all else fails I don't have a doubt that I'd be back in that studio apartment Getting it in, closet size living room, and the kitchen's my den Playing lotto hoping numbers will save the day Back to price checking, back to layaways Since I ain't never hit nothing like a bad fadeaway Back to the corner, takin a bag of haze to face Basic flow, when I tried to get my cake to grow I hit the pawn shop and turn into Trader Joe Shiesty kid, yack ya jewels while they glistenin Snatch the hearing aid from a senior, while they're listening If all else fails, don't know where I'd be Scratch that, probably at home, nowhere to be Or probably fuckin a broad that, I treat like a floor mat Ugly enough to cover her face when the ? And that's a step down from my New York rat They ride it like a horse's back, with the horseback But it won't fail so if you try to rob the kid Banana clips by the bed will put a stop to it Nevermind that, first you gotta beat the guard I can change the channel on my tv and see my yard If it all failed, I'm ready for the sham Forging fake checks screamin "Catch Me If You Can" If all else fails, I'd be out pullin Jerz capers Knowing me I'd be best friends with my worst haters I'd be dustin off the AR or be behind state bars For jackin a bait car If all failed, I'd be back in them block cyphers Just to show these local niggas I'm a lot nicer Cause the less you succeed the more you loved for it While the more you achieve the more you snubbed for it If all else failed and my pockets were empty Everything I despised I'd probably envy Ignorant shit rappers floss that offends me Cause I wouldn't be able to attain it, it would tempt me Frontin' in my mans Maserati I might bag something with a modest body, from a college party Next morning hung over so she don't remember I'd deck my whole crib out from Rent-A-Center If all else failed and I didn't get a break yet I'd get unemployment while collecting a paycheck Would it mean I wasn't build for the bright lights Say goodbye to front row seats and fight night If it all failed I'd have a pretty common future From a Chart House nigga to a ramen noodler Would my girl say you no longer attract me Pack up all her shit and head south with an athlete My name would hold no wait so I'd lose the perks OD on Oxycontin, abuse the percs I'd be a felon getting my scriptures tatted on First 48 star getting ratted on If all else fails I wouldn't take precaution New hoopty every month would be my way of flossin And the crib would be an all night party With 6 baby moms that I Jet on like Lombardi Fantasizing the girls I coulda dated Pull the burner ? on the ones that coulda made it I'd be the only one that cared Am I just reciting my fears as they appear Shouldn't even put the idea in the air Cause it's not possible, let's make that clear BABY!

The Fire In Which You Burn

Company Flow "Funcrusher Plus"
[Brewin] Check, check it Fuckin with a nigga like myself your lyrics fail LaVerne's gear shows your record so unless the hoe's buttnaked youse a loser, decrepit, shoulda kept it to your lonesome But you like, 'Look everybody, I'm a silly microphone crumb' You oughta turn to me, I flaunt essential vocally First team all university while your squad is benchin locally Don't mention joke to me, aiyyo dem niggaz ain't atomic Ain't the comic niggaz gutsy, after the disembowelin Don't fuck around, I eat out with your shorty with the crew and she be late for head, she want a tape and dreads and thought of you, a little stinger My shit'll bring the epitome of bitterly jealous Forever living crazy minded trying to tell us how you do it on the power-U, it's simple shit'll get props Don't let me bring it God I swing it hard like little kid bops So front I keep the tone vexin, but to the heads stay pleasant to the ears just think of Lauryn Hill on phone sexin [J-Treds] Relentless poetic rhyme never ceases infinity Forever smokin the mic lyric contact I be open Naturally high and no need to pass the Dutchie I'm the living circle circle dot dot, nobody can touch me At my post, the most high exalted, mind blower When I rap it it's strictly 'I can't believe he just said that shit' Material crews, who can't think straight sober My flows over your head, I enjoy the aerial view Focus from the bird's eye, in my scenario, of dominance Filth eatin weaklings, we're bumRussian/rushin like dirty communists Raisin, my Iron Curtain revealin my words the gospel No apples or giant serpents, the enlightened apostle J-Treds, I lace heads like tennis players top seeded Not meanin to cause a racket, or front the menace My words speak for themselves, so feel me Cause on the mic I've got more presence than attendence in a class of schizophrenics, hear hear Drink to that pick up raps, intoxicating Got your craving my living proof, mixture of speech and wine To' up from just the flow but pass the liquor it's over Henny dead even when twisted I get open like Venetian blinds Company Flow, the fire in which you burn slow I remain Indelible J-Treds, Juggaknotz, to touch the flame you ought not I remain Indelible [El-P] Check check check check check check I the Don Digital, slash, piranha morph Alongside poor terrible surgeons, who blur comic perspectives and wonder how to get bent, that flaming Malatov shit Unstoppable object hits unmovable wall and space split This rogue cherub got his own twisted agenda, catch that Walkin on flatlines, you witness me grow WAY beyond corporate control Let them eat cake, cause I introduce myself as a mistake Slipped through the quills with a serrated barb stabbed, sharp in the gut Now we can all become Lord of the Flies when this industry sees it's demise Hold it up and try to destruct you get zapped with dead eyes The five factions giganti the fuck up and get touched The group hugs you received from your support group can't protect you from the bumrush I'm known to slip arsenic mickies in Talk Soup then reform With an unprecedented fierceness, display these powers of Storm I wasn't born in a manger but I still received three gifts Alphabetically listed they're Big Juss, Mr. Len, and I See the field creatures scurry, I the killer, caution Try to merk off of the pile but you choked on my motherfuckin portion Spade within my excrement bitch parody Your insanity is my clarity, not to mention convention is a great war weapon, disguised under the guise of institutionalism but still prison, the bad batch of jism Who stands, who falls, this is the one the DJ calls lick the ass crack On the wack I keep tabs like Timothy Leary and/or ASCAP The iron lung is non rustable, you're overrated As in smoking dust or sonic contracts that haven't been thoroughly debated Got my name up in your mouth like cock or gingivitis when every rhyme becomes the official new blueprint for wannabe writers Catch a smack to the face on principle Even when I say nothing it's a beautiful use of negative space Indelibles is invincible, El-P don't forget the fuckin name Come on Columbo I know you figured this shit out, nobody sounds the same [Bigg Jus] It gives me great pleasure when true elements get together and lace the track rough enough to withstand, any type of weather If you want it I got it, chemically hemming up the seams with a poly-epoxy type of a mixture that be, fatal if you sniff it These, stupid ones pop the microdots then lean into the sound's religion, watch these styles straight box you up Coming with clean concise thoughts, penetrating patterns Not beyond your comprehension but ejected wide beyond the barrel Yo, catch the rarest glimpses of the planet once known as Earth that gravitated, before inner violence heated it up, then it burnt It be these two style slide niggaz who will rock off any beat you push Cell Therapy Down South Goodie Mob and Special Ed's The Bush It's like this, for the niggaz who got caught sleepin and didn't know It be these four actors crazy kings, worlds to revolve around CoFlow Coming at you in a blazing orange hunting vest thirty yard night scope first day of deer hunting, you got scoped out like the foreign Juss Not the type of nigga to steal any scene too long son I might lace you, leave the EP evidence and then I'm gone

Streetlights

JASON ISBELL "Jason Isbell And The 400 Unit"
Where's that angel with dirty knees who wasn't hard to please when we first met? She don't act like she needs me now and she don't even seem to be upset. Maybe I cover too much ground, I've been from town to town since I grew up. Could my dreams take up too much space? I'll never find a place that's big enough. The chairs go up on the bar now, and the table lights go black, So I order one last double and start calling people back. Marc sounds good, he's been working hard. Couldn't punch a card to save his life. Says he's glad that he quit the road, he says he's getting old, he missed his wife. Little Em's been asleep since nine, I'm sure she's doing fine, she always is. Dad won't answer his phone at night, but I guess that's alright, the place is his. The chairs are up on the bar now and they're asking me to leave, So I give the girl a bill and start rolling down my sleeves. In my pocket directions back across the railroad tracks to where I crash. Maybe I should wave down a car, I won't be going far, and I have cash. Think I blocked just a park away, but I can't really say, it's been all night. How I wish you would call me here, but you just disappeared, it wasn't right. And the streetlights help a little, but they're barely half alive I don't feel much like walking and I sure as hell can't drive. Close your eyes and remember this. It won't be back again, it's almost gone. Even times that don't seem like much will be your only crutch when you're alone. Time moves slow when you're seventeen and then it picks up steam at twenty-one. Pretty soon you'll remember when you could remember when you loved someone.

Black Ice

GOODIE MOB "Still Standing"
Do you ever see that stuff that be when it get cold that ice that you can't see See that shit happens sometimes Yep, black ice [Verse 1: Gipp] Now you know and I know I done bumped every hole in the wall did catch that phone call most of y'all did admit thought it was tall, Gipp flipped like a dip slipped fell on the black ice Did you think twice, homeslice came and he went Satisfied got bent bars ain't shit Meetin coast to coast yeah I laughed and boast Man do-si-dos, too many comin close to [Chorus] Touch what I never touched befo', seen what I never seen befo' Woke up and seen the sun sky high, sky high [Verse 2] Circulate like a Sunday paper Capers caught long time, to cheap flicks, good picks Paid hard, watch the hard turn sideways Pick the tale for real sales to those who lose cash Players keep your life for now Feelin good and warm, windows rolled tight Thirty-five degrees, nippy tonight, don't forget the chapstick Lips dry quick, when the jack out Make you wanna act out, take the slack out Some people black out, hibernatin 'til we came back out [Chorus] - 2X [Verse 3] I been in it for the past few days Tighter than fades I'm knowin my plays Now can I rap Can I adapt Not really sure yet Who that lookin over the shoulders of those writin dreams Fiendin for the taste of menthol Missed class stayed in the hall Lookin for a squeeze play, better yet a holiday Stayed away from the pyramid board game Broke it down to a neighborhood slang Cash befo' fame sky high (repeat 10X) [Verse 4: Big Boi] Now who done stepped in The nigga the B-I-B the secret weapon Boi Slicker that Black Ice, throwin these flows like rice at weddings So quit flexing, we speakin about somethin that's refreshin to the earlobes Pay for the room and still be in pimp mode Like icebergs, Chryslers and Buicks Some niggaz ain't on they jobs so them suckers here to lose it Abuse they priveldges and now the whole village is, been shot to pieces Cause niggaz are bitin that same stupid shit I mean that feces Boy don't beep me, if you ain't got no work I'm strictly bout these verses like the ones you hear at church boy search boy, talkin about your dough and punk like lurch boy Every time I heard you rhymin like a fucking jerk boy; simp, yeah! [Verse 5: Andre Benjamin] Friends, Romans, countrymen lend me yo' eardrums It was a beautiful day off in the neighborhood Yellows and greens and blues and browns and greys and hues that ooze beneath dilapidated woods Ain't a thing could explain what pertains to cocaine it's a stain that rain See summer roll around niggaz holla bout change Then they steady move them ki's like Bob James Cause old man winter's arrived, the temperature dives November just died, December's alive Thus it ain't no typical ride Just individual's way to bring home the bacon when bacon was all gone Makin it our own, takin me all wrong We've all indulged in the bulge of those no-no's No you ain't solo, it's even lower levels you can go Take sun people, put 'em in a land of snow [Chorus]

Tangled Up In Blue

GREAT WHITE "Recover"
(Dylan) Early one mornin' the sun was shinin', I was layin' in bed Wond'rin' if she'd changed at all If her hair was still red Her folks they said our lives together Sure was gonna be rough They never did like Mama's homemade dress Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough And I was standin' on the side of the road Rain fallin' on my shoes Heading out for the East Coast Lord knows I've paid some dues gettin' through, Tangled up in blue She was married when we first met Soon to be divorced I helped her out of a jam, I guess, But I used a little too much force We drove that car as far as we could Abandoned it out West Split up on a dark sad night Both agreeing it was best She turned around to look at me As I was walkin' away I heard her say over my shoulder, We'll meet again someday on the avenue, Tangled up in blue I had a job in the great north woods Working as a cook for a spell I never did like it all that much And one day the ax just fell So I drifted down to New Orleans Where I was lucky to be employed Workin' for a while on a fishin' boat Right outside of Delacroix But all the while I was alone The past was close behind, I seen a lot of women But she never escaped my mind, and I just grew Tangled up in blue She was workin' in a topless place And I stopped in for a beer, I just kept lookin' at the side of her face In the spotlight so clear And later on the crowd thinned out I's just about to do the same, She was standing there in back of my chair Sayin', Jackie don't I know your name? I muttered somethin' underneath my breath, She studied the lines on my face I must admit I felt a little uneasy When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe, Tangled up in blue She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe I thought you'd never say hello, she said You look like the silent type Then she opened up a book of poems And handed it to me Written by an Italian poet From the thirteenth century And every one of them words rang true And glowed like burnin' coal Pourin' off of every page Like it was written in my soul from me to you, Tangled up in blue I lived with them on Montague Street In a basement down the stairs, There was music in the cafes at night And revolution in the air Then he started into dealing with slaves And something inside of him died She had to sell everything she owned And froze up inside And one day finally the bottom fell out I became withdrawn, The only thing I knew how to do Was to keep on keepin' on like a bird that flew, Tangled up in blue So now I'm goin' back again, I got to get to her somehow All the people we used to know They're an illusion to me now Some are mathematicians Some are carpenter's wives Don't know how it all got started, I don't know what they're doin' with their lives But me, I'm still on the road Headin' for another joint We always did feel the same, We just saw it from a different point of view, Tangled up in blue

Unconditional Love

AGAINST ME! "Transgender Dysphoria Blues"
Unraveling, unrolled, a siren in the night I love the jaundice of your skin Its perverse plasticity You make me want to smoke cigarettes You make me want to drink whiskey But even if your love was unconditional It still wouldn't be enough to save me My sycophant love song, my authentic desperation I'm addicted to the feeling, the only kind of steady I believe in Prison cell exercises, solitary sport entertainment What makes you think you're gonna die any different? Even if your love was unconditional It still wouldn't be enough to save me Even if your love was unconditional It still wouldn't save me Don't worry, young suicides, the vultures will pick your bones dry Half digested and eternal, somewhere lost in the ephemeral Welcome to the future, an always ice-cold nightmare Burnt coffee and Percocets, yeah, this night, too, will end Even if your love was unconditional It still wouldn't be enough to save me

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