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Joe Budden - "Aftermath" + Lyrics

Featuring Sample from "Rocky" BUY a copy: http://www.gracieprod.com/joebudden That's the only place where you can buy the FULL copy (samples and all) Otherwise it comes out retail November 9, go grab it. Follow Joe:   / joebudden   Join the forum: http://www.joebuddentv.com/forums/ All copyrights to rightful owners. This is for promotional use only Lyrics (Rough.. Need Revising): Check JoeBuddenLyrics for updates: http://adf.ly/EdJ1 Shout to all my fans, glad I can aspire y'all Got a couple haters, still trying to acquire more You're praying to a higher power hoping I should fall But even my writers block ends in a fire war Everybody acts reckless judging by they past efforts If they ran shit why it wont show up in they track records How can the critics ever hear me and say imma suffer How when they play with words and I make em' play with each other Choppers over the booth, ready for Primetime Come one with his thoughts, intertwine with his mind Go toe to toe, blow for blow or do it rhyme for rhyme Be competitive coke heads and go line for line Honestly that crap is yours, you should rap alone With me they getting genius bars without the Apple store Under the microscope I rebottle scrutiny If I'm to be compared its only to who I used to be Take a closer look at rappers and you might discover This faggots talking Boxing, avoid the Mike Buffers Now you the type to cuff her, me I get tired of her See you the type to get hype to hug her but wont try to fuck her No pencil thin bitches, me that aint the style he dates Mine sit on the bed and leave the imprint of a smiley face Introduce the new comers to my habitat That comes before the storm, this the debris from the aftermath Let me change pace, the alternate route is a long one But you'll ultimately end up in the same place So I tell inspiring artist "think beyond grater" I know some niggas with platinum plaques and bronze paper But better living some be earned never fed or giving So I traded my recognition instead for a vision They always told me that ill end up dead or in prison Who ever thought that same dude getting head while he whipping at the chick would hang up on, give em' the dial tone Now buying wild homes, straight cash without loans I always managed to do better when his doubts shown Ill teach you how to turn them diamonds into milestones Class is in session, and look who's come to tutor They passing the fake off as real like Brian Pumpers jeweler Where im from niggas would fear getting shrunk by shooters But my equals to dumping rugers is being done by computers I'm getting bread, every verse like the lotto Give them substance but every words like it's a hallow My niggas off parole so I give them something pure to follow Cuz he aint have a pot to piss in, just a urine bottle I come from where so many people where raised with neglect Cops trying to meet they quote, thirsty to make an arrest All my wrong doings did, was put my faith to a test Which makes me much stronger, guess my mistakes were correct