Hiatus Lyrics - Mood Muzik 3: The Album - Joe Budden

Two years, waits up 

Still sleep, wake up 

Girl gon break up 

Mind right, cake up 

Friends came, friends left 

Bullshit is endless 

Been that, Hip Hop 

Really not impressed 

Maybe just my love died 

Sober, still above high 

Slugs fly, eyes up, dry but still a thug cries 

I cry til I can't cry no more 

Believe my own nonsense I can't lie no more 

Soul's dead, breathless I can't sigh no more 

Wheel's already fell off, I can't ride no more 

I guess I... pack up all of my belongings and just troop it 

You know it's beef when a smart nigga get stupid 

Then it's justified, rational nullified 

He's been shot 8 times, almost thought my brother died 

See he was raised different, I know his mother tried 

His arms tied, I'm tryna teach dude to touch the sky 

But still shorty wild 

Turned on by 40 cals 

Was young never saw me wild, clutch Robert Horry style 

No wonder why I picked up triggers to beef 

I only ever fist fought with niggas bigger than me 

I never been the one to try to grab shit in my reach 

Incompliant, you have now witnessed the breach 

I feel like life is all written, understand my math 

Got on my knees told God I had a plan he laughed 

I mean... 

Hours pass, no sleep 

Cowards get a slow leak 

Showered twice the whole week 

Powerless control freak 

Thinkin' about suicide 

Won't though, I'm scrutinized 

Life nigga, do or die 

Hood want him crucified 

Jewelry on, fresh dressed 

Model broads, excess 

Phone calls, death threats 

Tell me what's the next step 

What's what? 

Whos who? 

Paranoid as usual 

Gripping on my deuce deuce 

Either way a lose lose 

All I need is one mic 

Razor blades, gun fights 

Grew without no sun light 

Understand sons plight 

If done right, won't seek and fail 

I don't follow the path 

I'm creating my own to leave a trial 

No rhyme or reason 

Nor reason to rhyme 

No more food for thought 

Shit was seasoning mine 

Now they counting my desire 

Second guessing my fast life 

Bringing weapons of mass in when you question my passion 

I live for this 

Not the baguettes and the fame 

Got signed having the awnser then the question changed 

Saying jump off don't sound right 

Is blashphemous, down right 

I astound mics 

Music is just what feelings sound like 

So even though when I do it it's flames 

For a while felt like I was making music in vein 

We don't view it the same 

I use it for change 

Y'all do it for change 

I use it for pain 

But keep doing your thing 

Soundscans sky rocket 

Build all this hype bout it 

People might cop it 

This is just my logic 

Maybe it's psychotic 

Though labels try to stop it 

This is my antibiotic 

So let me start doing what dudes like 

A nigga in the booth feeling fresher then some new nikes 

And I cruise like cruise-control 

No fuck that! 

I can't do it, I might lose my soul 

Even though shit help a nigga to his goal 

Would defeat the whole purpose 

Nahh that ain't what Jerz is 

Nahh that would be worthless 

Bars sounding nervous 

A nigga much deeper then what you see on the surface 

I rather resort back to snatching purses 

Finally understanding what the gift and the curse is 

If I was more concerned about a purchase 

I would tell ya'll it's about to go down like bird shit 

It takes courage, me verses urges 

Words split and got caught up in label merges 

And what's worse is 

I've been deserted in the circus 

Up and left the circuit 

It's dead like herses 

Sicker then the pedaphiles working in the churches 

That ain't the type of shit I need fit for my verses 

So lemme help niggas understand mouse 

Why try to fit in when you a stand out? 

No album but the money never ran out 

Beside from rap I'm kinda focused on land now 

Cause I don't know where the game is 

It's just been attacked by Hurricane Chris 

So niggas can't fathom what money and fame is 

Well some niggas get it by using their stainless 

Well some niggas get it what the kid sustain in 

Me!... I'm regular Joe I don't let it change shit