Joe Budden, AWAR - Standout lyrics
[Joe Budden, AWAR - Standout lyrics]
I'm the game’s salvation salutations
Solidify my spot to make the foundation
You ain't got lock jaw that's fabricated
It's really rock salt scale ain't calibrated
Tight verse of light work, 21 grams
Heavy buzz
Fam i need to re-up on rubberbands
Son of Sam, I'm sinnin’, touchin’ grams
You live on your knees I stand up like a man
You about publicity i’ll be please
D to bury ya and we ain't scared of
Your weak-ass character
Yellow tape the scene, clear the area
These off-brand rappers and
Their reefer carriers
You’re pussy-footin’ around no Achilles heel
I'm gone with the wind but the frauds are out
I'm on Vonnegut shit AWAR "Slaughter House"
Don't do me a solid, I spit on a hand out
Distribute the product
You heard I'm the man now
The gift was given, we in demand now
I never fit in, always been a standout
Let me introduce us: we are hell
Your live set’ll get TRL
I'll pull out that all-terrain flow (meanin’)
Meanin’ any nigga y'all decide to put over I
I ride over or override
I'm in overdrive this shit is crucial
Your best bet's to stay neutral
Or no ski mask, no disguise
‘Cause when I get conceited
I’ll put the nose in the sky
I mean your ball's about a phantom
They not real they phantom
It's just bullshit's, an anthem
I take the actin’ tough
(as what?) as rappin’ stuff
‘Cause now ya stutterin’
Talkin’ ‘bout what happened was
You’re colorblind outfit ain't matchin’ up
(go) gotta call Jeff Hamilton, patch ‘em up
Joe's at it, servin’ the dope
Addicts closed casket for the beat
Toe tag it
Don't do me a solid, I spit on a hand out
Distribute the product
You heard I'm the man now
The gift was given, we in demand now
I never fit in, always been a standout
I don't relate to ‘em, don’t identify
The whips is rented, only time to enterprise
Aside from your kid’s skin, hair, and teeth
You and I don't share any similarities
I'm self-invested you quick to forfeit bucks
To rich corporate thugs extorting us
I'm self made, self-centered, self-guided
Self-driven I call myself the pilot
New altitudes, presidential suite is private
You’re a choke artist you
Give yourself the Heimlich
You still slinging crack, dog? Look
It's over i ain't tryin’ to bring it back
I'm tryin’ to push it forward
Anyone opposes, I'll Slash your tires
Let the wheels flyin’ off the
Axel Guns N’ Roses
Catch some type of feeling fuck your raps
You keep ice grilling ‘til your
Mug gets stuck like that
Don't do me a solid, I spit on a hand out
Distribute the product
You heard I'm the man now
The gift was given, we in demand now
I never fit in, always been a standout
Solidify my spot to make the foundation
You ain't got lock jaw that's fabricated
It's really rock salt scale ain't calibrated
Tight verse of light work, 21 grams
Heavy buzz
Fam i need to re-up on rubberbands
Son of Sam, I'm sinnin’, touchin’ grams
You live on your knees I stand up like a man
You about publicity i’ll be please
D to bury ya and we ain't scared of
Your weak-ass character
Yellow tape the scene, clear the area
These off-brand rappers and
Their reefer carriers
You’re pussy-footin’ around no Achilles heel
I'm gone with the wind but the frauds are out
I'm on Vonnegut shit AWAR "Slaughter House"
Don't do me a solid, I spit on a hand out
Distribute the product
You heard I'm the man now
The gift was given, we in demand now
I never fit in, always been a standout
Let me introduce us: we are hell
Your live set’ll get TRL
I'll pull out that all-terrain flow (meanin’)
Meanin’ any nigga y'all decide to put over I
I ride over or override
I'm in overdrive this shit is crucial
Your best bet's to stay neutral
Or no ski mask, no disguise
‘Cause when I get conceited
I’ll put the nose in the sky
I mean your ball's about a phantom
They not real they phantom
It's just bullshit's, an anthem
I take the actin’ tough
(as what?) as rappin’ stuff
‘Cause now ya stutterin’
Talkin’ ‘bout what happened was
You’re colorblind outfit ain't matchin’ up
(go) gotta call Jeff Hamilton, patch ‘em up
Joe's at it, servin’ the dope
Addicts closed casket for the beat
Toe tag it
Don't do me a solid, I spit on a hand out
Distribute the product
You heard I'm the man now
The gift was given, we in demand now
I never fit in, always been a standout
I don't relate to ‘em, don’t identify
The whips is rented, only time to enterprise
Aside from your kid’s skin, hair, and teeth
You and I don't share any similarities
I'm self-invested you quick to forfeit bucks
To rich corporate thugs extorting us
I'm self made, self-centered, self-guided
Self-driven I call myself the pilot
New altitudes, presidential suite is private
You’re a choke artist you
Give yourself the Heimlich
You still slinging crack, dog? Look
It's over i ain't tryin’ to bring it back
I'm tryin’ to push it forward
Anyone opposes, I'll Slash your tires
Let the wheels flyin’ off the
Axel Guns N’ Roses
Catch some type of feeling fuck your raps
You keep ice grilling ‘til your
Mug gets stuck like that
Don't do me a solid, I spit on a hand out
Distribute the product
You heard I'm the man now
The gift was given, we in demand now
I never fit in, always been a standout