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

[DJ On Point] 

Warfare, featuring Joell Ortiz [echo] 

(J.O., it's J.O.) 

(IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?) 

[Joe Budden] 

You're now hearin hip hop at it's finest 

I'm just criminal minded 

The Ed Hardy with the fine fit (oh) 

Track just started, no need to rewind it 

[Joell Ortiz] 

Me, I'm bringin fresh air back, I'm rap's hymelic 

Got 'em all sick is that vomit? 

Ew you nasty 

Man I'll smack your skin if you feel you past me 

[Joe Budden] 

It's like we lions against Lassies 

Niggaz ain't nice, they lyin, the flow ass cheek 

I'm on the beat like Contra POW 

Steamroll over shit, I'm in a Tonka now 

This ain't about radio, see I'm beyond the dial 

But still strong arm a nigga, Pete Konda style (ow) 

[Joell Ortiz] 

The inserts of your album put my ganja out 

That sweeter than the lip gloss on Rihanna's mouth 

Y'all sleepin, in pajamas on your momma's couch 

I'm freakin, in the Bahamas throwin condoms out 

[Joe Budden] 

Hold up dog, these felons ain't predicates, hands castle delicate 

Metal spit, leave 'em on the field like Everett (oh) 

I does my own stunts, like the Jackie Chan movie 

Mismatch, belt Prada but the pants Louie 

If you ain't fair to me, then your whole camp sushi 

Rockin Iceberg when niggaz didn't understand Snoopy 

Damn moolies, chain of command's ran through me 

You and your man uzi, (Slow Down) like Brand Nubie 

Can't do me, grant to me, like a man groupie 

If that's the number one pick, then he Sam Bowie 

And I hate to blow a homie on your mans 

You ain't Kid Rock, can't box the Tommy with your hands, motherfucker 

[Joell Ortiz] 

I was really in the lobby with the grands tryna take guap 

In the hallway, all day, is or it ain't hot 

Listen to Hot 9, like what do they got 

that I don't, With a blindfold I see everyone they say's hot 

It's too easy, I'm feelin like I'm a cheater (why?) 

The flow heavy, your's light like a slice of pita (haha) 

When moms was pregnant she was lightin reefer 

That's why I'm nice, in the middle of Alaska I'll write a heater 

I'm just cool and rough, hoody matchin my Adidas 

Pants with the permanent wrinkles like I am Ian Eagle 

I will make every last one of you guys believers 

Dudes is all lost, that's my word, I'm playin timer's keeper 

[Joe Budden] 

Treat me like a big brother, slash fifth tucker 

Let the cig snuff you, you a kid, fuck ya 

Cocked AK, Mayday, listenin to (Dre Day) 

Can't call me, dick in the mouth, somethin like Ray J 

They like Steve Irwin up against the stringray 

Heat up like Jean Grae, when somethin with the beans spray 

[Joell Ortiz] 

Uh, take a sip of E&J, then a little puff or two 

Get some butt, then kick out the slut, you's a bugaboo (haha) 

Weak dressers, in the ring I'm Mr. Wonderful 

Paul Orndorff, man y'all all soft and huggable 

Y'all dealin with a pro here, that don't care 

Y'all stiff and worn out like a closet with old gear 

And I ain't goin nowhere 

Producers know I'm the best thing over those snares 

But you speakers whack, Ortiz I overdose like the needle's packed 

I be's in a zone, then I give the speakers back 

[Joe Budden] 

Hold up Joell, the (Ether's) back 

See I'm rap's Larry Johnson, redid my contract, now the Chief is back 

So blame it on fatigue 

Have you like Greg Oden, injured before your first game in the league 

I'm spendin old faces, niggaz took my style 

Gotta steal my own shit back like O.J. did 

Might size you and your spouse, have guys go in your house 

With ridges on the nose of the rifle like OW! 

POW!