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Intro
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Intro è stato pubblicato il 18 agosto 2009 da E1 Music come parte dell'album Escape Route
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Data di uscita18 agosto 2009
EtichettaE1 Music
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BPM78

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[Verse 1]
Check me out now, look
Psychotic is what they call you
Ignore you goin' by my logic
That allure'll secure you lookin' through my optics
Lead and steel, put a pill in front of me, I'd pop it
Tried to stop it but couldn't look in my eye sockets
My god, it makes me skyrocket
Realest to ever do it, you can believe that shit as I jot it
And if you couldn't tell I'm on my own time
Prisoner of my own mind, problem is I don't mind
**** askin' what I deem as success
Life's a bitch, I'm just lookin' up her dress
I could give a fuck less
All of a sudden they see me on Joe Budden TV
And I'm goin' national but they judge me and that's a broken gavel
Shockin' to me how quickly ****'ll go and bash you
Never had withdrawal, pitfall of what coke and hash do
Never stood in place while everyone was goin' past you
Keep your opinion to yourself, ****, no one asked you
[Verse 2]
Get used to me, far from what I used to be
Provided, still throw you aside if you not a use to me
Self destructive, I love it, anything that abuses me amuses me
I just hope the whole world excuses me
Hip-hop got him under all types of scrutiny
I think that the shit's dead, neck is a noose to me
Wholeheartedly, don't want a part of what's a part of me
Movin' lethargically, still I dare a **** to spar with me
What I aspire to be never inspired me
Big fan of karma, catch twenty two's, irony
Y'all don't understand the types of demons thats inside of me
Rebel with a cause, if I do it, it's done defiantly
Raged, lookin' for the machine, aimin' the Ruger
Old soul, I don't fuck with the youngin's, I ain't a cougar
Say a prayer for the losers, aware of intruders
Everybody around me like a hair on medusa
[Verse 3]
And so it's time to make a move, exit
Rubber band coverin' the bruise, left wrist
Faith in the man I can't prove exists
I really got nothin' to lose but a death wish
I ain't worried about jewels and a necklace
Me, I live life shrewd, reckless
****, I ignore the rules and the message
Walk away from the shit smooth with a peck kiss
Y'all ain't hearin' me, no fear in me
Only **** brave enough to conspire against a conspiracy
Y'all wanna be sick, get an MRI and mirror me
But minus any streaks, not a peak gon' be clear as me
[Verse 4]
Joey, yeah, it's, it's a man, jet
They don't understand him, though
Y'all will get it, some things just take time
Some things take longer than others
That's what she said
It's Joey, ****
Written by: Joe Budden
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