Представляем точный текст композиции "Dumb Out" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Joe Budden . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Dumb Out» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Joe Budden передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Joe Budden - "Dumb Out"
Lyrics to Dumb Out : Its stuck between platinum and flop, underground and mainstream Concious, backpack, scratch that, same thing Im somewhere between the real and the fakeness The red pill, blue pill, real and the Matrix And I cant take this If the game needs a new look, Im a do a tummy tuck and a face lift And everything I say in these pages Is straight from the heart, nah magazines, yall cant rate this But Ill be debatin it, its a bit outragous Like its an air virus, and this shits contagious Im downloadin like niggaz actually play this Maybe Im buggin out, maybe Im on a spaceship See I was on my stay out chill shit The way Mouse kills shit, Im here just to lay out real shit Besides, other dudes styles remind me of spinnin rims That shit got played out real quick See some wrote him off, some said he was done Made a joke of, hope he enjoyed the run I dont enjoy bein shunned, so Im back as Neo Fans enjoyed The One, annoint me as begun I had the whole hood thinkin he would never eat Rappers tried to diss, thinkin we would never meet I heard it if you said it You wrote it on online then I read it, now I match it nigga bet it Cause I remember clearly Once "Pump It Up" stop soarin, theres a few mother fuckers stopped callin See I remember shit spread like cancer I would call folks said, folk aint answer A few chicks runnin started pullin they pants up A few stopped actin like my private dancer But a lightbulb hit once they started the neglictment See there I was, thinkin I was all that sexy Cant be finished, what nigga I beg ya pard I just let niggaz get a head start I walk to the finish, yall spread out chase Nah spead out pace, and Ill still win the race See Im joggin Other niggaz legs starts wobblin, when opportunity is start knockin You got the crown, pass off like Stockton Its time to work, Im offically clocked in He is a problem, weavin and bobbin Through the speculation that his label tried to drop him I cant leave, even though its big options Kev only signed me, to keep this shit rockin Dont ask me how Im doin, I been better Stuck in cold Feburary, with a thin sweater Im far from a "YES" man, Im a trend setter Its no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta Dont put niggaz in the same sink as me I mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit They dont use to ink like me Niggaz dont even think like me Who sees what Im watchin, he aint poppin Dont deserve to drink water from the tub that I washed in WAIT, start again, its a privilege to breath the same air that I farted in They want no parts with him I dare niggaz catagerious me If my names on a mixtape, then capitalize me I been stopped goin to Mixtape Awards Dont need them to tell me, the mixtapes is yours I had other ideas, while hittin loot Im thinkin red carpet, I went and copped a suit See Im thinking Grammys Sunglasses on, with my On Top family and a bad bitch handy Each day theres a "W", it felt like heaven Im at an actresss house, that felt like neckin R&B on, looked and felt like Meagon Gave me headache too, I felt like an Excedrin Talk very fly Least until I baught every pie, me bein war readys in my eyes And these dudes might as well be Jamie Foxx Trying to sound like somebody that already died The kid keep a snub wit em, good pair of gloves wit em Your first week aint right, they cant fuck wit em Now if you dont sell 5 mill, they had enough of em Let me find out Hip Hops turnin Republican Ill sum it up to what he is about Still new to both, they still feelin him out Things were type blam, Joey seasoned him out Im the nicest dude out since "Reasonable Doubt" Say it aint so Rest In Peace Luther, theres some other niggaz gay on the low So live, who can see em, no guy Im the Mets, was suppose to be ill in 05 As ill as the flow gets, need a piller dont snitch So if you cant tell, Im prepared for 06 About to OD, anybody that know me Can tell you Im bout to make shit feel like its 03 More like 99 No names should be mentioned but mine, unless you talkin Big Pun in his prime Maybe 96 Jay, before Dame was throwin money around Or 2pac without Humpty around Or 50 before Em, Nas talkin like a gun in his song Camron during "Children Of The Corn" Beans before the cops came through and try to grill em Im talkin 95, Big L before they killed em Em before 8 Mile, Shyne before the deal shit Canibus, no album out before the L shit Talkin bout Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin wit coke Or Cuban Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost I do it all, who blendin so well in the game Talkin Fab, back when he was still spellin his name On my Diddy shit, Memphis, Grizzlie shit Like back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggies shit Rappers dont need trouble with I Unless its Rass Kass before the D.W.I Or Talib with Mos, Common before "Be" If they any less common, dont put em before me See, Im not a rapper, Im a prophet Tell Joe stop it, skill will speak for you, dont pop shit Fuck jail, Im on my payroll cop shit I call that bootleg cable, its no box shit All black, lookin grimey in the crowd Heat on him, no shirt, dont try me when Im out I toast somethin tiny thatll blauh Aint gotta see Paul Wall, if you want somethin shiney in your mouth I probably fool cats, cause I dont ride out in some big car In the streets, like I aint some big star And these young mother fuckers, is about to fuck up Like leavin they whole career in some bitch car No name, but its no sublime Nigga you know who you are, Ill end it before it goes too far Your buzz still fucked, you a liar money Joes still spendin "Pump It Up", "Fire" money Glock for hire money, dont try to mug me Call ass cap, maybe be at mines for money Please, whats wrong wit em, somethin aint the norm wit em Aint too many dudes out there, out performin em Some require these skills, I was born wit em Streets askin whats takin so long wit em Jump Off, Im the best to happen Hes the answer, the whos got the next in rappin I suggest you ask em If Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, then Im the Windex and a napkin New dudes is whack, some vets is has-beens Some were Top 20, till I crept right passed em Its a wrap, Joey sealin it nigga Cold out, Long Johns still dealin it nigga Still peelin it nigga If I only get em two times, just know it was the dilinger nigga Its that music, dont know how to act music Gettin my Kanye on, puttin out "Crack Music" Car jack music, out what they lack music Send my little man, get rid of the pack music That Im back music, that click clack music That A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music Now who said they fuckin with me They just said that fuckin with me, they didnt mean it (NAH) [ Dumb Out Lyrics ]
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