Name one of your favorite rap lines

Like things never get better, we forever

servin Ebekenezer, since the days of our ancestors

Slaves to a mad pleasure, building great architectures

Sharp dressers, smart professors

Start my lecture, I build lyrics like a art director

Show it to you like the film projector

Blessed are those who struggle, from day to day we all hustle

Comin home with sore muscles, and scarred faces

Scuffed knuckles, we all share the same trouble

Seperated couples, sometimes it seem like there's no escapin, the clutches of Satan

Spendin years in state pens, awaitin patient

Dreams of a scholarship, ended by a hollowtip

Politics and number slip
 
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Once, shoved in ships, now we Bloods and Crips
Thugs with clips, ****** who love the clicks
Hit the clubs and ****, so they can rub their hips
Hugs and flicks, ****** with drugs and whips
Cash Rules this Rotten Apple, they got a worm in it
Corrupt sinners, in my man's jeep
with the windows tinted, sippin Guinness
Observin all the clinics, and liquor spots
They make me lick a shot through the rooftop
I never seen the glory
In the ghetto it's the same story
Cigrette butts and cold coffee, black faces
and white mouths, they cry out, for the White House
Ain't no wealth shared, it's welfare
and poor health care, self scared
It's senseless, the way they got our black princess
on public assistance to end our existence
 
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When I was born, gynacologists surrounded my womb
Now I'm born, archeologists surroundin my tomb
They suit me up in perfume, in that small church room
Don't cry, I be back to earth soon
Felt the fever of thieves in my blood
Born to live after the sunset of the world
If we die of another man's ignorance
Remember Lord, they ain't innocent
Before they acted *****-ish, tasted hell bitterness
Swallow my tongue, like a liquorice
Though, runnin through his naked wilderness
Mad as a jackal, with the dry mouth
That prowls the grave at the time of drought
Bury me near King David
Somewhere in the oasis
Fill my body with Godly fragrance
May I sleep with the ancient
Feed my flesh to the ravens
Wish death on every peagan
If I finish my night in some gutter with my throat cut
By some fake friends who had me doped up
Fill this whole planet with smoke and such
If I'm murdered like Abrah'
May I fall in the arms of an angel
Fukk a close friend, they can change too
Return to the earth as Gairule, hostin my own funeral
Lookin unusual, may the earth choke and spit up my coffin
Use my body as an offering, God bless my offsprings
 
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Every b*** know that she know what to do

100 thousand dollars and I'll stick it at....yuh

You look so good I'm gonna f*** you

100 thousand dollar b*** I'm talking about you

B**** let me eat that p**** on you

Your p**** looks so good I wanna f*** you

Put that p**** on my face you b***

100 thousand dollars b*** I'm rich

We don't know what the f*** I'm talking

About, Yeah

B*** I'm finna put that **** in your face

BASEDGOD, BasedGod
 
You know I'm gon' flirt I'm gon' ***  her till she squirt

**** please say that word, put that ho on the curb

**** I like when you squirt, girls know on the low

*** the *** out that ho, I'm gon' work, she gon' squirt

Put that ** in the air, ***** call me Ric Flair

*** I'mma pull your hair, put your a** on the stairs

*** you know bout the turf, I'm gon work

I'm gon' work, I'm gon' work, I'm gon' make your back hurt

*** ask about me, I'm gon' show her bout the street

I'm gon' blow her back out, off the top for a week

Ask about me, ask about me

**** my main ****, I'mma tell you bout me
 
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task force out. Lil b straight murdered joe budden on that tshirt and buddens.
T-shirts and Buddens
This a ******g warning shot
Rap ****** wanna talk
I leave with your jaw dropped

Lil B for lil' boss
Big talk, get your head cracked
I'm from the hood
****** terrorist with no head wraps

Westside gangsta connected to the mob
Connected to the Roc like I'm J Cole
Shoot like I'm Steve Nash
4-5 tuck with my weed stash
You ******g with a robbing ex killa, get your knees cracked
Internet got you thinking that you is a God
Real hip-hop over here, blood and tears over here
No ***** over here,  bad ******* over here
No ***** over there,  pump it up you're a queer
Tryna diss me when you got a ******g full beard
Sit down old man your back about to blow out

My rap like a gold mine
Study in my dope rhymes
Rawest rapper in the game
It's like I'm sniffing coke lines

Losing all your hair Joe
Think you need rogaine

Joe Budden Joe booty
What the **** is yo name

Shut the **** up with those depressing *** songs
It's the summer time
Get some ******g ***** and go home
Pump it up, pump it up?
Man I'm finna **** your *****, Joey
*****, I'm Based God
I should write you a ******g hit joey
Leave your ******g head ho
Need a clip got me a rubber glip
Lil B for Lil Boss
I'm still screaming **** A *****I'm 20 and you 45
You look like you're 55
Spit like I'm 65
Eating *****'s 69
You're a nasty old man probably getting butt ******You run around Karate Kid
Where's your ******g nun chucks
Maybe you don't have none
Because you in the hood still
Probably selling X pills
Probably eating *******
Recording all your ******* you a ************* pervert
Joe Budden T.V
Joe ***** T.V

See me in 3D I'm young but I'm ready jack
I dare you to comeback I won because I am rap
Rap like Saran wrap  your model ***** saved you
Put him on the internet because don't nobody play you
Performing at cafes

You still underground
How you go mainstream
And run back underground

Joe Budden you're a clown please just forgive me
Should of followed fans and now your *** is gonna be history
Make you an example
Feed your *** samples
You're my own son that ain't never made it rapping
I tried to give you chances
You didn't take my hand out
And now you looking stupid as you did when you came out
You ain't got no swag and you ain't got no cash
Joe Budden
You just *** hahaha

[Verse 2: Lil B]
I have too much swag Joe don't bring your girl around
This is about you Joe the bay you don't come around
The world on my back now
***** I run the internet
Ba-rang-dang-dang
I'm very smart very intricate
I can tell you jealous of
Lil b I'm lil boss
You mad I'mma pretty *****You mad you a gay *****You don't have no ******g nitch
Suprised you still got fans

Act like a grown man
Lil b so don't cry
Joe Budden don't cry because you a little *** boy
Go make a mixtape and mope over every song
Keep recording girlfriends bet you still jack off
With your butt-cheeks out listening to mood music
Screaming, "Lil b why the **** you gotta ether  me"
I could of been your friend now your career is history
Joe Budden man you can suck my ******g ****And tell the whole world
You got murdered by a pretty *****Lil b

[OUTRO]
Aye t shirts and buddens
Rawest rapper alive
Lil b for lil boss
West coast BasedGod
 
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"i was tought to act my shoe size never my age, i always judge da book by da cover never da page...:
 
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