Artist: Joe Budden Album: Halfway House Song: On My Grind Typed by: PDog1217@aol.com [Intro - Joe Budden - talking] Uh, can't even really be rap You can't even really act like you gotta get it in without a, uh (Wait a minute), yeah! Cocksuckers! (oh yeah), pause, hahaha (Uh, mic check one two, one two) - 4X It's ya man, Joey! Reportin live from the slums (wait a minute!) Reportin live from the belly of the beast (wait a minute!) Reportin live from a hood near you (it's, it's) Or maybe not so near you Now, l-look, look [Verse 1 - Joe Budden] First off, I'm not competin, I'm more like stampedin, I'm more like steamrollin (or) More like puttin my foot on the neck of the game until I see it chokin I hold on for dear life (I mean, uh), the flow is air tight and the bars are bar none Regarded as the one, fuck music, it's a art to son Let's rewind, see, I was born in the projects, left for a new hood Jetted to a new state, lookin for a new pace Diamond in the rough, I stood out amongst the fugaz' Swear a friend a mine headlined every news page (cheah), with dreams of bein wealthy You now checkin out the New Jersey version of Peter Petrelli But wait, with a little Travis Barker on the side 'Cause when it all falls down, I normally survive I'm tryin to see a new tax bracket, so I'll never have to grab 'matics I ain't concerned with no rap racket (ah!) So y'all could take my name through the mud and drag it Spread it to the masses, (I'm a), I still play it passive (yeah!) I got no choice but walk around with the lead on me Life is way too short, too many dead homies (or) Plus with all the money I invest, everyday a nigga die for less (so) So if a nigga wanna go to war, wave hi to death I mean he lives right next to me, so he ain't a threat to me [Chorus] (Joe Budden) - w/ ad libs He's a beast, he's a monster, he is insane He's an animal, he cannot be tamed What rapper you know, that straight feast on a lame And rock on a track, beast on the game (Damn right I'm on my grind Look like some shit is on my mind) - 2X [Verse 2 - Joe Budden] I'm still livin life in the fast lane (oh!) Still plottin on my big money scheme like he Wesley and Woody thinkin how to rob a cash train Shittin on hoes that'll act vain 'Til the whole world know his last name (wait a minute!) Still spit like it ain't no tomorrow It ain't over y'all, underrated so I overcharge Old Dodge, radio off, fuck a station Get to know me through the music, not a publication (nah) It's no justification, (but a), I mean enough with the waitin (I mean I) I lost all my trust and my patience That came without the crown or the chair or the robe Nigga, I don't care what you sold (wait a minute!) They let the beast out of the cage, look at the hunger Got yourself into some shit, look at the plunger I'm talkin 'cause I'm livin it (oh!) Entrepreneur Steve Rifkind shit, though a few haters wanna hinder it I'm comin with some different shit And these offices all about my paper, that's that Dunder Mifflin shit Rapper on 'roids, sick with the thoughts (but) But managed to keep my name out the Mitchell Report See I'm a, inspiration for a whole generation Even when I'm gone but my message in syndication Then you too can attain the unattainable (but) But fuck tryin to explain the unexplainable [Break - Joe Budden - talking] Nigga, fuck Uh, done talkin to these niggaz Nahmean? Who the fuck am I to try to explain some shit to niggaz? I ain't no fuckin professor or nothin, I ain't a teacher I ain't one of the old heads that get high and just start kickin knowledge Fuck niggaz! Get your own experience nigga Don't lean on me [Chorus] - w/ ad libs