Joe Budden, Honors English - Insanity Plea lyrics

You don't have to be afraid
You don't even have to be brave
Living in a gilded cage
The only risk is that you'll go in

Damn, it feels good to be a gangster
All these rap rap rappers are in danger
I spit that crazy shit
Be going over they head
They say I'm the illest
Only getting thirty percent
Maybe I need to slow it down
Give 'em a slow rap
Hmmmm, maybe a gold tooth
That'll give me that gold plaque
Got a co-sign just so they
Call it ''a dope track''
All I need is yes men
And a lil' sell your-soul-swag
But, I don't disrespect women every 3rd line
And I didn't buy Jordans for the 23rd time


I am less about fashion, more about real shit
Enough about the dress
I mean Kanye already killed it
I say turn the lyrics up
They say whatchu talking about?
Put him in the psychoward
You belong in a slaughterhouse
Oh, my fault, I'm not popping that molly
But check in Africa
You'll see I'm popping in Mali
That's presidental shit
You can't tell me I'm in the lead
And now I got success
Now they all wanna succeed
But, you gotta be brave if
You wanna change the game
They confuse hate with love so
Fuck it I hate it i love it - I'm insane

The only risk is that you'll go insane
The only risk is that you'll go insane

And I, I, I, I think I'm
Losing my and my, my, my, my
I think I'm losing my mind and I
I think I'm losing my and my, my, my, my
I think I'm losing my mind and I
I, I, I, I think I'm losing
My and my, my, my, my
I think I'm losing my mind and I
I think I'm losing my mind, I
I think I'm losing my mind

Check - they wrote him off a long time ago
You would almost think they heard
The wrong rhyme from Joe
Fuck myself over masturbation
So you're witnessing the growth
Call it maturation
Now I don't let it tempt me, ying yang
I'm extra friendly
To all the folk that was extra
And tried to end me shots of yack on my
They shocked we in the same building
They thought they made it collapse on me
To the accident murderers
Take the time to remind 'em properly
Next time, stick around
Make sure you find the body
Or kill that plan
Pull it loose from it seams
And I'll be the last kid you try
To put a noose on his dreams
I mean my moms was a misstress
Pops was fiend out
Jail was his address, hear my insanity plea
Fuck me like you tried to and the
Next kid you try to lie to
Might wanna research his family tree, Joey


Don't sound like you got a brain
Tell 'em to join a gang
Say they stick together better than
People with wedding rings
Don't tell 'em your car broke, nah, no sir
Even if you caught the bus
That's still a chauffeur
Say that you was locked down
Make 'em think of jail
That way you would look forward
To seeing your single sell
Skip that you went to school
Say that you was on the corner
We'll take a prison record and scribble
It on top of ya diploma
So about your wife - uhh
- keep that a mystery
Tell 'em about strippers
Give 'em that oral history
But, I'mma keep it authentic
Hope you understood me
If they could be destroyed by the truth
Then they should be
I'm on that change the world shit
That's the answer
But, I just can't find a big enough pamper
So I'mma be brave and I'mma change the game
They confuse hate with love so
Fuck it I hate it i love it - I'm insane

I'm a hired assassin
Look at 'em all high'ed up and laughing
Oh, they can sense I'm here
Help me re-imagine i'm ten paces away
He in that royal chair reclined
I'm here to take over the
Empire state of mind
Ace of spades liquor, lemon pepper wings
Chronic lit up, candle flicker
Dinner for the king
Concubines behind the strippers as I enter
I paint myself into the picture
Paint over the Maybach with a Fisker
The throne is for the taking, I whisper
Zip up or I'm leaving
Ten Jesus pieces richer
The curtain comes down
A hush comes over the crowd
I tell 'em I run this town
There's no church in the wild
It's just the youth in me
What would you do if you was me?
To think they had diplomatic immunity
Truthfully we started from the bottom
Now we here what's the problem?
Oh, the problem is you got
Nightmares of the bottom
Cups full of Ciroc, Cuban cigar box
The Basquiat paintings start to watch
The room is half dark
The king summons the royal guards
But they turn on him and
Decide to pass the torch
I looked at his crown and
Noticed the shit was off, it was false
There was an ''F' on it and
The ''F'' stood for fraud
He drops his fork as the
Mandate from heaven falls
His record shady, he governed by martial law
Your dynasty is no more
You assassinated what made it pure
You're now face to face with
The state of the art
As the band plays the last drums
The choir have sung
His final words: ''live fast
Die young'' - done
As we overthrow the king and we
Dump him in the back
When the cops approach be like ''Yo
It's deeper than rap''
And in the midst of the upheaval
I shapeshift back into the
Voice of the people
You gotta be brave if you
Wanna change the game
They confuse hate with love
Fuck it, I hate it, I love it
You gotta be brave if you
Wanna change the game
They confuse hate with love
Fuck it, I hate it, I love it, I'm insane
Damn, it feels good to be a gangster
All these rap rap rappers are in danger