Artist: Joe Budden
Album:  Rage & The Machine
Song:   Three
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Intro: Joe Budden]
When you stay ready you ain't gotta get ready Parks
Understand that...

[Joe Budden]
Microphone check, it's somethin new y'all, Rage
These views only prelude from the dude on stage
I'm old school, so my mind is in a New York state
Still feel like I'm the best rapper in the New York state
Though I'm a Jersey City product we like two doors away
Maybe I'm just the best rapper whippin New York plates
Indeed it be the God
If Fetty is the face of New Jers' then you see how badly we needed I
Young doin it +My Way+ that's, Frank Sinatra
I might, hang with you bloggers but I, bang with the mobsters
See me, right in Hell's Kitchen havin, drinks over pasta
Need the fake to love the real so let me, thank you impostors
Bicoastal early, y'all hit the Daytons and Impalas
Started buzzin 'round the time Sporty Thievz kept sayin "nada"
MC's ain't even bother, and I don't know what's truly worse
Them wantin my spot or not knowin they gotta move me first.. {*echoes*}

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
You are now entering the mind of the sick
'Bout as remarkable as it gets, uh
Here's what they think about you
Here's what they think about you

{*instrumental for 37 seconds*}

[Interlude: Joe Budden]
Now Parks, let me get back on my shit right quick
Now turn me up in my headphones
Let me get back on my Rage shit right quick though
But turn the lights down in the booth, let's do this real quick
Look, it go

[Joe Budden]
Few years, weight's up, still sleep, wake up
Bitches know the stake's up, since I beat my case up
Hip-Hop, shit list, look how these bastard men dress
I'm just takin back what's owed and addin interest
Maybe just my love died, loud lit above high
Slugs fly, eyes scrubbed dry, still a thug cries
All this paraphilia versus my necrophilia
How are they record dealin ya? I wasn't ever feelin ya
This feelin equates professional weapon, can't seal it bruh
Deuce-deuce, .380, a chopper Beretta millia
Hov said 30's the new 20, me I feel like 30's the new 40
I bought 30 new 40's
A bitch movin pills get 30's to move off me
Just watch how you movin in Jersey, it's too costly
And memory with candles is where the energy layin you
Protect me from my loved ones, enemies I can handle
If you talkin Slaughterhouse, please refer to "SlaughterMouse"
Think twice before you blink twice, you gotta roll with Mouse
Got you birds poppin, it's Korver or Kurt Warner mouse
And I be dolo, nobody gotta come warn the Mouse
Used to take drives through the tunnel, we gettin offers now
Smelled my Minnesota, it's +Teddy+, I +Bridge+ the +water's+ mouth
Live from the horror house, callin out
Done with all this drawin mouth, duke with all that Terry Bradshaw about
Kill spree, cops should look after
Y'all be yellin free your mans, I yell at my man "Stop gettin captured"
And all my Irvington niggaz over on Lyons
Put one in the air for Rev. Ron, you know we rock with the pastor

[Outro: Joe Budden]
Moment of silence
Put one in the air with me right quick
Ron we love you, rest in peace
All my Newark niggaz, what up?
All my niggaz over on Chancellor, what's good?
Surf, I see you, on neighborhood
WHAT UP? Haha
Anywhere it's real niggaz around I'm right at home
Alright bring my drums back in a minute, I like this bass though
I don't think that's gon' change no time soon though
AAAOOOWWWWW!