Any Joe Budden fans here?

[lok76]

Dudes ill IMHO I can relate to his tracks alot...especially Mood Muzik 2-3.5.

[Sauru]

thats the nascar guy right?

[Gundy]

Pump, pump, pump it up!

[lok76]

thats the nascar guy right?

LMFAO no.


[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hstDuYDfC9Y[/youtube]

^ Joe Budden, one of his many tracks.

[lok76]

Pump, pump, pump it up!

He's so not like that anymore.....dude kicks straight up thinking mans music now.

[Gundy]

I seriously like that song though.

[J@3]

dude kicks straight up thinking mans music now.

Clearly

[Sauru]

f1 racing?

[Jackal]

It's been quite some time since we've had a straight up G from the hood preaching about life's lessons through his idols "muzik".

Amusing, as the popularity of rap music went down, so did the wannabe thugs.

Britney Spears is in the news far too much and we've suddenly got emo-tastic bitches crying on Youtube videos to leave her alone and whining about bi-polar depression.

God, I love this world. Messed up beyond words. I feel so at home.

[benji]

[Joe Budden]
Mami - dude you love dick, caress and rub dick
Love street niggaz, love a thug dick
But you don't look like you gettin enough dick
But do you fuck in public and suck dick
Are you down with a dick, clown niggaz dicks
When they put it in do you drown niggaz dicks
Profound a nigga dick, and when you go down
I hope you don't kiss all around a nigga dick
You gettin lame dick, all the same dick
Clowns who can't fuck, new to the game dick
Scared of a freak with a hall of fame dick
So keep fuckin your ex-man who can't quit
You need stronger dick, fuck seven inches
Get a longer dick, put it on the dick
A champion dick, a heavyweight dick
Have you 2-way a nigga every day dick

Thinking Man's Music.

Jump off you rap guys is a joke
I'm here to take the scoring title without the green light from my coach
Man, don't make me have to smack your lineup
I'm Michael Jordan y'all Harold Minor's that rap vagina
All black ski mask, gloves, tuck the thing
Drive slow, lights out like "I love this game"
I live this y'all paint that pic
And like Magic I'm starting to believe y'all dudes ain't that sick
Might see ya boy scooping up a bird to get knowledge
Number one draft pick and I skipped college
Snakes in the trenches I peep those, get injured
End up like Grant Hill on the bench in your street clothes
Talk about he real, how he quick with a glock
But like Kurt Thomas he ain't good for shit on the block
See the gleam from the shoes
Man, I don't mean to seem rude
Gunshots do you like Vancouver make your team move
(Let's Go!)

[Chorus:]
It's gone be the NBA never NBC (Yeah)
Rookie of the year slash MVP (Rap suckas, we back)
Never channel 4
We handle the 4
It's the number one draft pick (Yours truly)
Let your gat spit, nigga

Thinking

Man I kill lame queers
It still ain't clear
Never saving the tech like Bill Laimbeer
I got tools for rilly
With shells that make your temple hot and I ain't talking 'bout a school in Philly
I ain't a selfish player
Man, I help your weight up
Cuz only Riders in this game now is myself and Isaiah
Listen, you gettin dissed
While I'm screwing these miss's
I'm on cruise control you still moving your pivot
But I'll show you how mean this crook be
You and your dogs' like the Houston Comets, a team fulla pussy's
Creep
It ain't a game no more, it's a sport
If you ain't got heart to play then stay off the court

Man's

Like I don't roll with niggaz that'll lift 'ayn' chrome
Take a look at 'em, you can see they just skin and bones
Y'all talk about bricks when y'all know who move 'em
us real niggaz make withdrawls while y'all go through 'em
We carry long guns, we can contra on it
We talk about it, we live it, y'all ponder on it
Shit, ridiculously priced, us cons afford it
I'm talkin' straight cash, you might need a sponsor for it
But wait - ever met somebody that wouldn't chill
Every second he feel the need to let you know that he's real
Every second he wanna talk about his homies that died
And the people he killed and in the future all the people he will
Talk about who he stabbed and beat up, and he won't cool out
Yakety-yakkin', he's reminiscing on different shootouts
How he was there, shotties was blastin'
Cops came with body bags, and he's talkin', but nobody asked him
Naw - he want attention, he want his name yelled
Me and him always end up in the same cell
I'm pissed on the top bunk, I can't sleep
This guy ain't street, go 'head nigga I ain't beef
But feel me - stop there, who popped him where
Who you backed out on and had the whole block scared

Music

[BIG GREEN]

Couldn't let it slide huh ben?

Pump, pump, pump it up!

He's so not like that anymore.....dude kicks straight up thinking mans music now.

That single was a radio song and was about selling records...he was pressured to make it ..AND it obviously didn't work.

[wade_03]

Joe Budden is the one of the shittiest rappers. Ever. His lyrics are crap. Why would u like him?

[lok76]

Def Jam was ruining Joe Budden's career so he left.


And no his lyrics don't suck Wade. Mood Muzik 2 is prolly one of best mixtapes I ever heard period.


Joe Budden

The voices ain't leave yet,
they just gettin' they feet wet
Eyes red, I'm up, ain't been to sleep yet
Damn near two days, ain't even eat yet
If you don't wanna bounce, 'least take a little recess
And still I'm faced with the bullshit
Feelin' like Willy D, Scarface and Bushwick
Dog, just when I gather its dead
I gotta knock on wood like Hank Gathers head
When I make small steps toward making it global
My tight knit circle turns into a oval
Filled with motha fuckas just pretendin' they know you
These snakes in the grass'll do whatever to coax you
Since they wanna hem you quick
I walk around like a Ginsu's tip
And that's just to get a mental grip
You don't feel what the pencil scripts
Then eight times outta ten you ain't been through shit
When you hear Joe you hear the conviction and diction
That open emotion, devotion is different
Real talk of when he ain't have a pot to piss in
He ain't have a car not one rock to glisten
I'm giving 'em non-fiction,
conning his addictions
Ya'll got the easy job, just listen
I do it for my folk and those of another pigment
A little food for thought, you feelin' malnutrition
But you don't hear a peep outta me
About the black face goin' on and the sheep leadin' sheep
It's deep, so I try to stay grounded like dad
Must be in City Island, I'm surrounded by crabs
Was once tight, grew apart for dollars
Was on the same panel, now he's Starring Barbara
Two different views, two different lifestyles
I think 'long the way one of us got confused
Look, you a hustla, still attracted to the scene
Still doin' shit I gave up at sixteen
You won't get a job, believin' your own lies
You rationalize by sayin' you pursing your dreams
You damn near thirty nigga you ain't got cream
Can't take care of you when you worried 'bout your team
My dude, want a hand out, wait in line
But the clock's still tickin' man you playin' with time,
It's so sweet
Thought I was fucked up with no shoes 'til I met me a nigga with no feet
Tried to help niggas, some niggas I couldn't
That's my mom in me, I love niggas I shouldn't
Dudes wanna shoot 'em 'til he nailed
Some wanna threaten me, ruin my health
Let me teach you a little something 'bout depression
Ain't shit you could do to me I ain't already thought about doing to myself
I'm the voice for the youth that's living with no reason
Fuck record sales, I give 'em something to believe in
If your day starts in that broken home
Though we never met, 'least they feel like they not alone
Like I was back when I was tryna' find dip
The tsunami came through my hood in nine six
And tried to murder dog,
I took a little dive
Then I got on my surfin board and kept slidin'
Feel like A-Rod, some say his time's up
Boo a nigga at home, yup I'm in my prime But
he by far the best player on the team
And then turn around, drop 'em to the bottom of the lineup
Should get traded, but he don't wanna move
'Cause this the only city he got somethin' to prove
And that's why I'm seen with heaters
'Cause you can't be the man when you on the same team as Jeter Ya dig,
it's like the game ain't gettin' suitable
Makin' me so sick I need Chicken Noodle Soup
Rappers flyin' high, then got suicidal
Imitate Jim Jones, end up like Cory Lidle
I married hip hop, ignored what some was tellin' me
I started hearin' rumors of infidelity,
I ain't divorce 'er
All the other dudes is so wack that I even feel a little jealousy

[Abctest123]

[Joe Budden]
Mami - dude you love dick, caress and rub dick
Love street niggaz, love a thug dick
But you don't look like you gettin enough dick
But do you fuck in public and suck dick
Are you down with a dick, clown niggaz dicks
When they put it in do you drown niggaz dicks
Profound a nigga dick, and when you go down
I hope you don't kiss all around a nigga dick
You gettin lame dick, all the same dick
Clowns who can't fuck, new to the game dick
Scared of a freak with a hall of fame dick
So keep fuckin your ex-man who can't quit
You need stronger dick, fuck seven inches
Get a longer dick, put it on the dick
A champion dick, a heavyweight dick
Have you 2-way a nigga every day dick

Thinking Man's Music.

I counted 19, anyone else get the same number? I don't listen to rap music anymore (didn't listen to it much in the first place), but I'm fairly sure you shouldn't rap the same word THAT many times within a verse or whatever to be considered 'good'.

[J@3]

Ben wins, it isn't even close.

[lok76]

Don't you people believe in the maturation of a artist? That shit is a old track.

His new stuff isn't like that....hes not on Def Jam no more hes not being told to make either music like Kanye the Pres or like Jeezy or dont get release no more.

Show some intellegience people god damn.

Budden has outconcepted Nas over 20 times on his past 2 mixtapes.
Does that mean Budden is better lyrically? Naw.
But what it does mean is Budden's concepts are way beyond that of Nas'.
And if you really would like to continue this argument, fuck arguing with me go to a site where people know about hip-hop and ask bout Budden....

Jae Edit: Don't double post, show some "intellegience".

[Jackal]

So you're admitting you don't know what the fuck you're talking about.

Well, that was nice of you.

[benji]

One of these days, people won't come on the NLSC, make their first post about some irrelevant nobody they're hyping, then make 6 of their first 8 posts in the same thread and then after people disagree, declare "I'm done, go talk on other forums."

And then what will us losers with no lives do? What reason would we have to post cat pictures?

[shadowgrin]

Why don't you like Joe Buddens, that man is an avid NBA fan. He even knows his WNBA.

You and your dogs' like the Houston Comets, a team fulla pussy's

[BIG GREEN]

The man's a prophet

[Klayface]

Porno Star had to be the worst song on his cd lmao. I remember on his forum they had a topic about the worst songs hes done and he listed that as one of them.

I'd rather listen to Joe Budden over most of these new rappers anyday.

[shadowgrin]

Porno Star had to be the worst song

That's the song I am looking for. Have bad case of last song syndrome, the only way I can get it out of my system is if I listen to it completely. Time for some download.
Thanks? stackmillz

[Klayface]

The best part about that song is that its the last one on the cd lol. In all the years I've owned the cd I don't think I really listened to the entire song more than once lmao. Horrible.

[Colin]

Joe Budden gets emo...

N----s said the only cat I care about is myself
When shit's thick, don't know nobody's whereabouts but myself
When you're faced with it all and your back's against the wall
You'll be listenin' but all you hear about is yourself
Tell me what you supposed to do when yourself ain't reliable
You're lookin' in the mirror but yourself ain't desirable
Need another n---- besides yourself on the side of you
Can't listen to yourself, nah all he do is lie to you
Now tell me who's supposed to have your best interest
When shit ain't lookin' up, you start havin' less interest
Tryin' to leave the hood but the slugs keep commin'
Keep chasin' the buck but the buck keep runnin'
I don't trust nobody, I don't love nobody
I don't fuck with nobody but me, I can't lose
No moves'll be funny and I never let myself down
How so? I don't expect too much from me

But on a site where people enjoy this sport called basketball, there should be some Buddens fans since the man is always making references to it in his tracks.

Aint gotta say it, that dudes the truth, make me put that tool to use
These n----s will be in the game shakin' like Mahmoud Abdul Rauf