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Joey Badass - B4.Da.$$ Album Lyrics



Joey Badass - B4.Da.$$ Lyrics






Save The Children

[Verse 1:]
It's all a hidden history, and mysteries
I see vividly, hysteria
Cause misery on the interior
Shit gets more scarier, I'm never in fear
Just a little inferior in some areas
But I share, wisdom with Sumerian's
Somewhere we in the place
Peace means harmony, not war and armory
But f*ck that, cock your gun back
This survival of the fittest
Some cats get boxed in where they litter
These niggas don't beez in the trap, they like beez in the track
Get smoked out and I ain't talkin' bout what you toke out
You toked out for really thinkin' that this shit is a silly dream
When actually reality ain't what it really seem
And I ain't actin' on the scene, nigga's scream
The actions ain't screened, just well-schemed
I'm tryna' have wealth for my well-being
By eighteen, pockets healthy green
What the f*ck is twelve beams?
I need the cake and cream
The stakes is high like fiends off a dream
Jet streaming having cuisine
With the best season since the vet season
Carry a vest, you know the reason
I'm in Chi-raq and I'm getting blown like the breezes
The chicken strip teasers
Thighs, legs and the breast part is the cleavage
She even lick it down to the bone marrow
She in love but I ain't got a bow and arrow
I'm known to jack the booty like I'm Sparrow

[Bridge:]
They ain't tryna' see me in the battle
The lines is too narrow
They couldn't even outshine my shadow
They don't want the beef nigga, let alone the cattle
They just living out the saddle, so sad though

[Hook - Sample:]
Black in public, black democrats
Black educator, black entertainer
Black, black businessman, black people are rumbling

Save the chil [repeated]

[Verse 2:]
Okay, they sleeping on the crack, they overdose
Overdose on high fructose, rolling toast till I'm over-throat
And over-slowed, I been speakin' over tones
Low but keep them L's high, legends live long
And we gon' be forever, this for the Era
They tried to tell us we too deep in the flow
The mo' the better, the mo' clever, et cetara, whatever
Why do they sweat us?
Dead us, they just met us, but they won't forget us
They don't know better than the worst case
I be headed for first place
Purchase they position cause' they worship oppositions
But I to had no pot to piss in, and so spot on in this instant
And they still ain't got my decision, I won't stand under no man
Except my high supplier, he got the fire, I got the lighter
I hit the spliff and this what I'm spittin'
Like it's gas liquids that I'm drippin', pimpin'

[Hook - Sample]
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Writer: JO-VAUGHN VIRGINIE, PATRICK BARIL, UNKNOWN UNKNOWN
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network, Missing Link Music, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Exploration Group LLC




Greenbax (Introlude)

I'm trying to get that green back
I'm trying to get that green back
Pro Era on the rise, man you tape that
We'll never be broke again
Bro-Broke again
Whole damn world in the palm of my hands
Pro Era on the rise, man you tape that
We'll never be broke again
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Writer: JO-VAUGHN SCOTT, LEE BANNON
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management




Paper Trail$

Before the money, there was love
But before the money, it was tough
Then came the money through a plug
It's a shame this ain't enough, yo

Sitting back plotting, jotting information on my nation
Really started from the bottom, boy, cotton
But they still planting plantations, we keep buying in
Closed-minded men, pride is higher than the prices on your pradas
Balenciagas, balance my soccer with the henny agua
Me and my niggas tryna eat, you pussies empanada
The flow like plenty lava
With just a penny I could multiply my worth
And make you work for me for twenty hours
I swear these niggas wanna copy, thanks for listening
This kid ain't been the same since Biggie smacked me at my christening
Watch your tradition and please play it safe
Cause your position on the top is switching right in front your face
Rocking on this bass with rhymes, I'm bustin' out
He duckin' down, got some issues now, headed for your house
So put the pistols down, got that red dot on your nose
Who put the clown on lock, jaws like the blue knows
Froze, keep your mouth closed or you can see the soap, dog
I got connections that guaranteed to see closed doors
You hear that underground sonar
The way I flows, this wisdom
The Pros been on a mission
Listen into the chamber, get hyperbolic
They raisin' max, I raise stakes to keep the brolic
My bitches is macrocosmic, pass the chronic
The mastered sonics is lightyears above your conscious
You're novice, but I got notes that strike nerves
I promise your minds ain't sharp like my swords
So cut the BS, and don't worry where my jeans is
And PS: Your bitch a genius, learnt from my penis
I got dreams filling arenas and breaking brackets
Tend this racket, while I'm cracking a Serena
God damn, God bless the heaven that sent you
But now I'm breezing out, baby, cause my rent's due

Shit is really real out here
I said shit is really real out here
Just trying to get a deal out here

I'm screaming cream
Who f*cking with the rap supreme?
Joey Bad, the big preem came to collect the green
I got a dollar and a dream, know what I mean?
And I gotta get my mama off the scene

I'm screaming cream
Who f*cking with the rap supreme?
Joey Bad, the big preem came to collect the green
I got a dollar and a dream, know what I mean?
And I gotta get my mama off the scene

Cash ruined everything around me

They say money is the root of all evil
I see money as the root of all people
Cause we all follow paper trails, paper trails
And everybody gotta pay their bills, pay their bills

They say money is the root of all evil
I see money as the root of all people
Cause we all follow paper trails, paper trails
And everybody gotta pay their bills, pay their bills

It's the dollar dollar bill, y'all
It's the dollar dollar bill, it's the dollar bill that kills, y'all

Before the money it was love
But before the money it was tough
Then came the money through a plug
It's a shame this ain't enough
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Writer: RICARDO ROBERTO TORO LAVIN, WILFREDO ROLANDO LABARCA ROLLA, AUTHOR UNKNOWN COMPOSER
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Piece Of Mind

Hello?
Yeah I hear you bro, I hear you
You got a minute?
Yeah I got a quick sec
Alright I want you to hear somethin', I'm play somethin' for you alright?
Alright, alright
Yo yo you hear it bro?
Yeah

Yeah
Alright listen, listen
Let me tell you what shit is like right now y'all

What life like now, tryna figure out
They put this mic on trial cause he be killin' now
Forever bitin' my forbidden style
Laying low for a minute in the game
Since I came all these niggas lookin' timid
My life can never dimeth, the Lord is my sheppard
Jesus woke a devil in him, the sinnin' with least effort
Thinking back to those [?] days
And I ain't been the same since I left 6th grade
My mind's strayin', you think I had the biggest heart
Taking walks with abuela in the park just to tell her
I'ma grow propellers one day and be a good fella
Play the hero or whoever, the hood gon' tell us
Let's just pray it ain't the villain
Tell 'em I be feeling some way
Thinkin' I can get the Maybach off gun play
Instead I let the words play with 90 beats a minute
Bet the streets lose a heart beat before the verse finish
But life goes on, basic rules still apply
And you can feel that lot in any hood that you live by
From Flatbush, the [?]side, I was a school boy too
Hoppin' trains, I just missed my que

And what's life like for me, it's but a dream
Everything ain't what it seems, up underneath
The surface is but a screen, we only see
What we know
And what's life like for me, it's but a dream
Everything ain't what it seems, up underneath
The surface is but a screen, we only see
What we know

And what's life like now, I can't figure out
They put my mans on trial, say he a killer now
Conspiracies, we gon' get you out
Just keep ya head up G, shit is wild
It's bugged out cause I know you tryna see your child
But I'ma hold you down still cause you my brother
I just gave Will a lil' somethin' for your baby mother
But don't stress, know you caught up in the b.s
But next time you see us, we gonna be our best
Love you my nigga, word is bond, you'll stay strong
Out in New York this same shit is goin' on
Peace to all my brothers who keep still holdin' on
Been away so long, feel like a tickin' time bomb
They make judgement to my kind, who the odds is against
Put our backs on the fence, so we self defence
Followed by a series of unfortunate events
Looking like white America got a brother again

And what's life like for me, it's but a dream
Everything ain't what it seems, up underneath
The surface is but a screen, we only see
What we know
And what's life like for me, it's but a dream
Everything ain't what it seems, up underneath
The surface is but a screen, we only see
What we know

Take shots to the face with no peace of mind
Give me my piece of mind
Take shots to the face with no peace of mind
Give me my piece of mind
This life is all we know, this life is all we know

Man that's crazy yo, that's amazing b
Thank you bro
Word bro
That one is for you my nigga
Good lookin' bro, good lookin' man
That just boosted my adrenaline
It's been ages, I gotta get out this joint b
I love y'all man, real bro, for real man
I think by every day that go by, I just be thinkin' bout y'all for real
You, Kurt, everybody
I heard the new one on Rosenberg, that shit is a bomb one b
Oh you heard that shit!
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Writer: JO-VAUGHN SCOTT
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.




Big Dusty

Check my style, check, check, check it out
(Check it out y'all, check, check, check, check it out y'all)
Check my style, check, check, check it out
(Check it out y'all, check, check, check, check it out y'all)

F*ck jumping the broom, honey moons, I, I hit the pot
Soak me up like a mop, know I'm up, know there's levels
Staring down at the devil, hello, guess I got the memo
Pulling strings like Geppetto, you just a puppet, fellow
I came up out of the tomb, don't drop a L
Uh, you don't want to see the evils, which I dwell in hell
To excel, this shit never fails, always excels
They been swallowing since before the double XL
Sex cell, ex ask why it never work out
I guess I exercise too much when I work out
Shows too turnt out return home burnt out
Now I got to hear all the shit that you heard 'bout
Can I live? What, these niggas want me off a bridge?
If I say it's turnt down, do I burn that shit?
Truth is, if it ain't real, I don't feel it
If it don't hit my spirit, I don't get near it
And that's point blank period, know some niggas that fear it
Same niggas who know that we the illest
Lines so deep a great shark is what I reel up
Hit the flow and it can't go realer, my whole camp gorillas, nigga

(Check, check, check it out)
Check my style, check, check, check it out
Don't jack my style
Check my style, check, check, check it out
Don't jack my style
Jack, jack, jack it out
Check my style

I stand juxtaposed to all my Pro's, realest illest niggas I know
See these foes bitin' the flows, they even jooks the pose
I guess my CD really shaking the coast
Cause this really be the year that I feast, capisce?
Nothing defeats the beast, I speak my piece
Know niggas in the streets that heat seek for me, release and squeeze
Might put a Halloween between your spleen
Retreat or trickle down to your last pound of green, know what I mean?
Shit it's like taking candy from the babies
All of these rappers are just a bunch of Now and Laters
They too sweet, plus they lease their Mercedes
Can't be second greatest, I'm the best and def your favorite
My flow in-depth nigga, I got my wave up
It's either get your tidal waved, or you could be my neighbor
Cause if I can't eat, then you can't either
I need to know, need the pizza dough f*ck I'm spittin' ether for?

Yeah nigga
Reigning rap supreme in this bitch
Cause bitches lie niggas lie numbers, too
Cause bitches lie niggas lie numbers, too
Bitches lie niggas lie numbers, too
Bitches lie niggas lie numbers, too
What the f*ck you gon' do when the Era come for you?

Check my style, check, check, check it out
Don't jock my style

Check my style, check, check, check it out
Don't jock my style

And I'm from the blocks where they sell
Cell blocks rock my mental
See them fake thugs that you see before can't even spell
My flows filled with words you can't pronounce, stories you can't tell

Check my style, check, check, check it out
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Writer: Jo-Vaughn Virginie Scott
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT LLC




Hazeus View

Will I see you through my Hazeus View?
Will I see you through my Hazeus View?
Will I see you through my Hazeus
My Hazeus, my Hazeus , my Hazeus view

You ain't running with the apes yet
Apex at the empire state neck
And no crime my niggas take that
In this state of mind, gotta state facts suspect nigga
Get your wig pushed back tonight, to 1999
Who'd of thought that 19 I'd be in my prime
Throw up the right scheme everything else align
Here's a penny for your thoughts another one another one
Eventually the dream was bought
Now that's a real, real, real mind f*ck
Might f*ck up your mind if you're lighting up
Make sure to take a tight [?] if you tough
Imma titan, like Zeus I enlighten them
Kick flows, till it's kung-fu fighting them
Is it him, it is you who was nice as him?
I don't see nobody no, no
I don't see nobody no, no

And we probably share a trait or two
But I can see what I can't relate to
Hey Hazeus will I ever get to see you through my Hazeus View?
And we probably share a trait or two
But I can see what I can't relate to
Hey Hazeus will I ever get to see you through my Hazeus View?

You rap niggas ain't safe yet
I keep the bombs in my basement
When I detonate you can feel the vibrations
I got ya mind shaking and in my right my light gon spark for generations
One day my voice will be heard
On every radio station cause [?] and it's
Everyday living in this life I see
That in every way they wanna see my life decease
But I survive the question is for how long
Since my homie died, I been tryin to hold on
[?] Days of my life is now all gone
But I cope with that weed I smoke and writing these songs
But it's should I stay should I go?
Should I stay should I go?
I don't know, I don't know
Lord please let me know

And we probably share a trait or two
But I can see what I can't relate to
Hey Hazeus will I ever get to see you through my Hazeus View?
And we probably share a trait or two
But I can see what I can't relate to
Hey Hazeus will I ever get to see you through my Hazeus View?

Everything cool like in the state of mind
At this state in my correct, cool, calm, collect
Deflect the corrupt with intellect
I talk too much, the jig is up he has risen up
From a division of, most kings, with they vision precision for precision
His mind splitting, and soul uplifting
But still feel so trapped in the solar system

And we probably share a trait or two
But I can see what I can't relate to
Hey Hazeus will I ever get to see you through my Hazeus View?
And we probably share a trait or two
But I can see what I can't relate to
Hey Hazeus will I ever get to see you through my Hazeus View?
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher




Like Me

One time
What's the word
What's the word
What's the word
Yo yo yo yo yo, yo yo
Turn me up on the headphones

If looks could kill I let the swank drill like a deadly weapon
I drop bombs on an enemy at any second
Look at me wrong I turn you to tomb stones
Lock you in the crosshairs then you gone, then I throw my deuce up
Sip sangritas with your señorita, like me gusta
See what that early morning cock will do up to your rooster
I bet my cockiness will boost her confidence
Then you gon' wonder where your highness went

I bet she get low for a nigga like me
She get low for a nigga like me
I bet she get low for a nigga like me
Low for a nigga like me

So we burn the mary jane til' the third degree
Some niggas bitin' flows yo, that's burglary
Same niggas actin' like they never heard of me
A f*ck nigga could get clocked, yo that's word to me

He get blown for a nigga like me
Get his head explode for a nigga like me
Put him on the floor for a nigga like me

My mind boggles when time toggles
In the ocean of stars it's hard to find goggles, we twisted up
So we put it in the air
Don't let the j's start unravelling
We gettin' blown like a javelin
She throw it back like she time travelin'
Rocked the boat so well, she jumped out and started paddling
I'm screaming "Land, ho!" 'bout to hit for sure
I motorboat it slow then I ripped the flow
I'm pretty sure-like nice beaches-that
Even at my weakest I still leave 'em speechless
How you like those peaches?
Find me rotting the apple
'Bout to bump so plump, 'bout to lock in the grapple
Feeling like the highest man about to tackle
Facts like the tat under the cap of the Snapple
Cats get decapitated for actin' a fool
Blacks get their ass sprayed just for makin' a move

We get high and say "f*ck the police"
That's why we get high and say "f*ck the police"
That's why we get high and say "f*ck the police"

Cause every time I make a move they be sweatin' me
They want another black man in penitentiary
It's even hard for that man standing next to me
Cause he could catch a bullet that was really meant for me
It's like every step bring me close to destiny
And every breath I get closer to the death of me
I'm just tryna carry out my own legacy
But the place I call home ain't lettin' me

You can't get by if you don't respect an OG
You can't get by if you don't respect an OG
You can't get by if you don't respect an OG

Cause every corner I turn a nigga testing me
And every morning I mourn just for the less of me
Sometimes I ask the Lord why he be blessing me
And not my brothers whose souls now rest in peace

I pray there's hope for a nigga like me
Hope for a nigga like me
Just pray there's hope for a nigga like me

I'm something like the chairman of the board rantin'
I feel, invincible, like McMahon
One of the last original emcees that's left standing on the planet
Strike like a meteor, do remedial damage, damnit
Cats can't stand it, get they ass handed and branded
By the lyrical New York City bandit
True warrior like rembrandt
Yo some cats claim they fly but really been landed
I really can't stand it
Let me take a seat, this a Rosa Parks 'ol bum, now
Make some room for me
PE in your beeper, hun you can read it and weep
My old hoes call me now, leave a message after the beep
I don't wanna speak no I don't wanna speak
I don't wanna speak no I don't wanna speak
I just wanna be good, I just wanna be
I just wanna be free

I pray there's hope for a nigga like me
Hope for a nigga like me
Just pray there's hope for a nigga like me
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Writer: JOHANNES R JOERGENSEN, LARS JENSEN, LEMARE IZUBUNDU OBIKA
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.




Belly Of The Beast

Dangerous, dangerous
These niggas can't hang with us hang with us
Nigga we dangerous, dangerous
My nigga we

I swear all my life I been around crips and bloods
Crips and slugs, the trigger happiest thugs
Claiming the slums, and all the hoods that they from
Too much of the some, got it twisted up blinded in a rat race
Cash straight, the fake kill jake, the snakes too late
My eyes dilate, and I could tell them how he strafe
Coming at me sideways, get straighten up
Don't deflate it up gimmie the bucks my cash wrinkling up
Looking back in the days, amazed
Cause the lab rat done made it out the maze
Still feel caged, enraged though
Used the underground railroad like a runaway slave
Broke off the chains still runway fresh
Got you on that mental plane with my project jet
I'm two steps above that nimbus cloud
My limit is low, when I'm smoking on that loud
Focus in the now, when the lotus is around
It's the Brooklyn sound, a pro found, Biggie would be proud about
But I don't need a vet to even shop me out
Punchlines pack a Pacquiao they can't box me out

Big up big up, it's a stick up stick up
Niggas hit a nigga quick if he hiccup hiccup
Big up big up, it's a stick up stick up
Niggas hit a nigga quick if he hiccup hiccup
Tell me what them know bout the Badmon named Jozif
Women come around, I look em down like they don't know shit
Word around the time is that they got the match explode it

I'm a child of the city
Son of the streets
And it's just a pity
They not tough like we
And things not look pretty
When we got to eat
Things get much deeper
Deeper and deeper

And I survive, thank the father
Feel like I was raised by [?]
Had to keep calm and hold ma corner
Cause a stray gun shot if you cross the border
Pro Era teach them the pro's and con's
Of living in a city with a thousand dons
A thousand ghetto youts with a thousand guns
Cooler tequila with frozen lungs
But praise rastafari we wheel and come again
Know a Nyabinghi [?]
Lightning and thunder are the [?]
Pro Era teach them the pro's and con's
Original Chronixx and Joe Badmon
No King Selassie, we have the golden crown
Get ready for the shift we are the chosen ones

I'm a child of the city
Son of the streets
And it's just a pity
They not tough like we
And things not look pretty
When we got to eat
Things get much deeper
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Writer: CHAUNCEY HOLLIS, JAMAR MCNAUGHTON, JO VIRGINIE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.




No. 99

What's my name? What's my name? Badmon
What's my motherf*ckin'

Ready to bust my gun, I'm rushin' in like Vladimir Putin
What you want son? F*ck a rou-, let's get shootin'
The 47 Goonz recruitin', join or die
We comin' for groups of guys in suits and ties
Who choose to hide truth from the eye
Grab a white collar by his white evil eye
Fight or flight, yo, that's just what it is
When you see a pig, hit him in his baby back ribs
But don't trip, I'm just another black kid, caught up in the mix
Tryna make a dollar outta 47 cents
Yo, this shit is intense, a dumb cop stoppin' me, probably
Cause he's still livin' in the past tense, how shit was back then
They wanna see the downfall of all black men
And African, I was sent to put action in
But what's new when the po keep flashin' in?
News flash niggas, get a news flash

What's my name? What's my name? Badmon
What's my motherf*ckin'

These niggas ain't ready for the war
Know what I'm 'bout, cut the cheddar, close your drawer
Please put your bread up
We ain't gon' settle for no iceberg lettuce
Let us eat when there's war
Or end up like venison meat in the street
They're not ready for beef
Let the fish burn in the pot, niggas all in the spot
When it turns 12 'o clock then, we'll be curvin' the block
Yo cut this shit
Man, I'm the best in the sector
Get your ear buds to grip, then I dissect ya
Inject ya with my lethal weapon
Plant a mine in the deepest section, guess who's least expected
Mothaf*cka please respect it
The last one to pull my card was easily dealt with
They felt it, the shift, records can't be reckoned with
On tracks wreckin' shit, ask me why I'm reckless
Break a wrist, approach my demo with a risk
Brought my demo listens, I'm a demolition specialist
I got the blueprint to this shit, Jay to the Oh Vee
If Blue was a prince, I'm still Joseph Kony
Niggas know they can't ever little bro me
No matter how big they blow, they still a little below
It's the P-R-O E-R-A, indigo with the killer flow
Guaranteed the realest that you ever saw

What's my name? What's my name? Badmon
What's my motherf*ckin'

The badmon young kingpin
I move dope with that ink pen
Been up all night, my third eye ain't even blinkin'
F*ck what you thinkin'
Number 99, never trust no swine
Lick a shot one time
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Writer: BRADEN MITCHELL WATT, DELROY PAIRT, JO-VAUGHN VIRGINIE, KEMAR CHRISTOPHER OTTEY, PATRICK BARIL, RICARDO LLOYD JR JOHNSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.




Christ Conscious

[Intro:]
Mother, mothersucker, yeah, oh, this is what you want, huh?
Microphone checker, yo, yo, yo

[Verse 1:]
Uh, motherf*ckin' microphone checker
Keep that grip tight, like my Smith & Wesson
Ike with the mic, which nigga tryna turn up?
Hit you with the hurtful f*ckin' truth, like Sojourner
Motherf*ckin' microphone eater
Spittin' hot shit, hit ya dome with the heater
Wouldn't want to be ya, dish lyrical fajitas
Got dragon balls, like my name was Vegeta
Motherf*ckin' super duper swankin'
Niggas still hatin', pigs want him for the bacon
Take 'em to the slaughterhouse, say we 'bout to order out
Tell 'em we the badass motherf*ckers that they heard about
Yes, I guess the word is out, we comin' for the top dollar
Top rottweiler, since I popped my collar
Niggas say they hit us, they ain't ever shot nada
Me? I'd rather not snitch up on my own problems
Cause I'm a microphone killer
Especially when my head is gone off the liquor
Specially educated, heavily medicated
Give me that beat and I'll put you next to Dilla, my nigga
Flow sweeter than vanilla
Tell these haters beat it, can't Jackson thriller
I'm the nigga that you see when you're in the mirror
Say my name five times, this what I deliver

[Hook:]
This a motherf*ckin' nuke that I'm droppin'
The world in my pocket, kick you out your continent
Always drop hot shit, Toroidal Flow keep constant
And I won't stop 'til I reach Christ Conscious, nigga

[Bridge:]
Which one of y'all niggas really want it with me?
None of y'all niggas, f*ck outta here
Beast coast, nigga, Pro Era in your area

[Hook]

[Outro:]
Niggas know, niggas, niggas, niggas know
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Writer: Jo-Vaughn Virginie Scott
Copyright: Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC




On and On

[Intro - Joey Badass:]
Mama I just booked a first class ticket to my destiny by the way
Yeah

[Bridge - Maverick Sabre:]
Maybe I'mma fly away
Maybe I'mma fly away, some day

[Verse 1 - Joey Badass:]
So gullible just like my first love
Stay humble, but I knew that I was first up
Picked up the pen and that's when I drew my first blood
Spit my heart again, cause the pain'll never end
Happiness is temporary, always has been
I just lost one, but sometimes I win
I always spread love, but sometimes I sin
I only trust some, that's why I keep a few friends
Funny cause I used to see my circle never end
Always kept like 47 friends in my circumference
All that's left now is the radiance
They still here, trying to find love on this atmosphere
Things get severe for everybody, everywhere
This is my moment of truth, right here
Swear I ain't scared of no man
I see the omens
I pick 'em up and keep it rollin'
The omnipresence is omnipotent
But I keep going, 'til it's all said and done
I show all my soul purpose but I'm pretty sure there's one
There's a reason why I've come, new season's just begun
This the death of a psychopomp but a birth of God's son

[Hook - Joey Badass:]
Don't mourn me when I'm gone, celebrate my travels
Whenever you need me, just take a plane to the astral zone
I'm headed home, I've been hurting too long
Time don't stand still, so you gotta move on

On & On & On & On & On & On & On & On & On & On & On & On & On & On & On & On & On & On & On

[Verse 2 - Joey Badass:]
I had a dream I seen my name on the gravel stone
And read here lies a G followed by a poem
I couldn't see the words but I'm sure what's in his own
Funny that I write most when I know my feeling's wrong
With both shoulders that my head is always on
I trudge through harm's way with heavy boulders on my arm
I feel strong as I walk through the many storms that
Rain on my parade, seen the dust cry for days
I'm feeling like a young prince, I'm drinking today
My name ring bells all the way to heaven's gate
Though STEEZy told about me, yo I know he always watching
I guess there really is a heaven for us hip hoppers
I really miss my partner
But I know he with Big Poppa, 2 Pacs, and the big L rolled proper
And that's a big pun, know that I'mma join him
When my time come, but the story just begun, so

[Hook - Joey Badass]

[Bridge 2 - Maverick Sabre:]
One day I'mma fly away
One day I'mma fly away (Fly away, fly away)
One day you will fly away (Fly away, fly away)
One day we will fly away (Fly away, fly away)

[Verse 3 - Dyemond Lewis:]
My clouds grey, I hope my pain don't show
Looking in the sky I wonder where them rainbows go
They say that if we reign, them pot-of-gold's will show
Even skating down the block don't feel the same no more
If I ain't looking, I still see it all
My vision's jaded, too much bitches rubbed the crystal balls
They stay scheming, y'all like the sheep to the shepherd
The trees to the leaves, you needed but not needed
So I work alone, lone wolf, stay creeping
I'd rather hunt on my own then be owned and not eating
I'm not eatin', not blamin', I'm just sayin'
Go to bed with hunger pains while these other niggas caking, they too fake
No rappers rapping for years waiting 'round for that big break
Break a arm, break a bond before I go break the bank
Break a hundred, that's fifty-fifty
Long as [?] and Whitney's seen different cities, different titties
I bring no money with me, I'm on my grind man, no regrets when I die man
'Til we fly man, 'til we fly man, 'til we fly man
You gon' miss us when we fly man

[Hook - Joey Badass]

[Bridge - Maverick Sabre]
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Escape 120

[Hook - Joey Badass:]
An ode to the worst of my days
I've been working away
But the sky's been looking so gray
Sometimes I really need to get away, yeah
I just need to get away, yeah
I just need to get away, yeah
Sometimes I really need to fly away

[Verse 1 - Joey Badass:]
I could never forget them gloomy days
Although I regret where my time was played
If I could go back, some things would be changed
And I would know that, for a fact, it was fame
That drew me to this unfamiliar side of my brain
That withdrew me from familiar and the closest remains
Although I'm gaining ends now, I'm loosing friends
They say that time is money, and my time is well spent
Girlfriend hit me up to chill, but does this shit make sense?
And I don't expect for you to know if you ain't paying rent
I got to make this album, and hold it down for my camp
Surrounded us all like bonfire
When I lay a verse down that's born fire
I was born fire

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Joey Badass:]
Went outside this morning, morning, uh
Seen the sky was falling, falling, yeah
Old man no longer snoring, snoring, ah
The rain just won't stop pouring, pouring, uh
Whats heaven's capitol like, like, li-like
Maybe I can crash tonight, night, night
Cause I'm trapped inside this hell, hell, hole
God, please answer your cell, cell, phone
I'm coming home tonight, can't touch no microphone tonight
Outside my comfort zone tonight
My brain's blown my dome tonight
Tonight's the night, don't you try to put up a fight
Don't you trying looking for life
Cause I'm bout to take that flight

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Raury:]
Indigo father, meant to go farther
And travel across the water and park at a million dollars
I am the spirit, I am the guava
You sippin' out of your coconut beverage in the Bahamas
Pardon me mother, pardon me father
I'm glad that you spared a part of us, part of my firestarter
Along with niggas, bitches, and ballers
And people that look down on me like they so taller
I go harder, I go smarter, the flow's water
Like [?] how to rob a [?] dollar, every single piece of change
Movin' to the woods so I never ever change
Lose a couple things but I never ever change
I probably miss some money but I never ever change
And they can say whatever but I never ever change
I feel I understood what the stars wanna say
I'm brain battered from scattering every Saturday
Pitter patter with people that really matter
And I'mma f*ck her regardless cause I'm a kid right?
That's why you can't spell summer without trouble
Stripper with no bubble, threesome with no double
Love without hate, life without pain
This without that, choice without thought
A dog with no day, a Seattle without rain

[Outro - Raury x2:]
If it rains in Seattle
I'll [?] with lil' nigga, can ride with ya nigga
Fly with ya nigga, high with ya nigga
Ride with ya nigga, survive with ya nigga
Say, if it rains in Seattle
I'll take you 'round the world on a Sunday
With me, one day, one day, one day, one day, one day
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Writer: JO-VAUGHN SCOTT
Copyright: Lyrics © SC PUBLISHING DBA SECRETLY CANADIAN PUB., Reservoir Media Management, Inc.




Black Beetles

Low on self-esteem fools been out for me
Someones watching me, this world ain't proper
Be thinking I could be dead
Low on self-esteem fools been out for me
Someones watching me, this love ain't proper
Be thinking I could be dead

And I guess we them little black beetles
Just want attractive singles
And that flow is mean, but it lacks tacs and needles
I spend my days sharpening my skill wills while it's still legal
Weeding through cathedrals applied to my cerebral
They ain't built they feeble, driven by the ego
The vision of a eagle, see the vision in my people
How many lives will they take today? We ain't equal
Another world where it's sequel a doomsday prequel
This ain't the world we thought it was when we as in pre-school
Sometimes it's hard to be cool, sometimes I feel like I'm see-thru
Sometimes I really wish, yo I wish that I could be you
Away from all the Hollywood acts and record contracts
I won't say I take it back, because I worked hard for that
But this life ain't turn out to be what it seem
Ever since I woke up I been living in a dream
Got me

Low on self-esteem fools been out for me
Someones watching me, this love ain't proper
Be thinking I could be dead
Low on self-esteem fools been out for me
Someones watching me, this love ain't proper
Be thinking I could be dead

Who would've thought a marchin' Martin could spark a starvin' artist
Spit art, at heart young Marcus Garvey
Ponders on it, hardly, rap wonders fondly
Smoking herb with just Marley and me
This one is for my dogs barking up on the tree
Sometimes that wind blows eventually she gon leave, that's mother nature for ya
Uh, patient it's sagacious I ain't gon pay shit why she ain't gon say shit
Now that's respectable cause most women expect it tho
Except that the words are derived through the rhythm wreck em'
Professional, exceptional, half man half extra terrestrial
They got me

Low on self-esteem fools been out for me
Someones watching me, this love ain't proper
Be thinking I could be dead
Low on self-esteem fools been out for me
Someones watching me, this love ain't proper
Be thinking I could be dead
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O.C.B.

These are the only child blues
The only child blues
The only child who? yo yo yo

Back once again, hello it's yo' favorite mellow schizo
The pavement on this yellow brick road
F*ckin' up my mental
I move just like the tempo
Heartbeat, that instrumental
I never lack potential
Every track is essential
Every project is special, abundant and fundamental
Give a f*ck about hundreds
As long as it's for my mental
With wisdom from what I've been through
Knowledge that some can't get to
Understanding that college is only out for [?]
It could all be so simple
Tune it to the metronome
This how I used to feel back on the metro home
Fresh outta class I knew these days, they wouldn't last
Just a stepping stone I gotta pass
Another story for the lap
But f*ck it, give him glory when he crash
He gettin' revved up, heads up
And he's coming fast
He paved the lane before the cash
They tryna swerve me out of that
But I don't just got speed, nigga
I handle my ass, pedal to the gas
Life is but a getaway dash
My mama stash guarded by my pen and pad
I'm drawin' weapons with the raps
You shoot, I shoot back no questions asked
Raise your hands for the realest cat alive

The only child blues
The only child who? Yo

And I remember sittin' in my room all alone
Starring at my ceiling fan, getting in my zone
Mama was never home
Woke up one morning, papa was gone
Young and lost so I ease my mind to popular songs
And of course I sold my mind to music
Writing everything I thought
Started openin' my mind, then I send in a broad
They don't know what my a sinnin' has caused
My third eye been blinking since
Irv Gotti been Inc. and Murder in stores
At least that's how Irv gotta be thinking
If I'm takin' a loss and I'm better next week
And I'm never weaker
Never sinking on the f*cking deep end
Any shit I missed I prolly peaked it

These are the only child blues
The only child who?
The only child blues
What, The only child blues
These are the only child who?
The only child blues

Only child blues, OCB OCB
Jo-Vaughn clean your room, OCD OCD
I used to wanna be like ODB ODB
Now I'm a rap star, OMG OMG

Only child blues, OCB OCB
Jo-Vaughn clean your room, OCD OCD
I used to wanna be like ODB ODB
Now I'm a rap star, OMG OMG

Everything is perception
Your perception of yourself or who you are is not what other people think that you are
So like for instance, you might say
"I'm cool, I don't wear jewelry, I don't this, I don't that"
You don't have to
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Curry Chicken

Like "Oh he's broke! I told you he was broke!
I told you he ain't got no money", or you know this and that or whatever whatever
Then you'll see some other people, you'll put that you're here in this house
"Oh Joey done made it! He bought a crib! He this, he that"
So it's all a story
It's a perception that people make for you, along the way
So it's not really what it necessarily is at any point or given at time
And that's the thing that concerns me

Break it down
We break it down like
Joey Bad he break it down like
My nigga Fly he break it down like
My nigga Statik break it down like
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
1-2
Alright
Uh

First things first is I been rehearsing these verses
In hopes that I hit the surface and keep myself afloat
But I know one day I'm earning me some platinum and some gold
And all them labels could just reimburse this dick in they throat
And tell my mama "Oh no," your purses will never run low
No more cause back when I was four, and we was poor
You would purchase the store
So here I go, your little man has got to grow
I'm walking out the door
My mama just be smiling, cause she know
I got my back and got her worried
Only thing she ask is that I hurry
Home in time for Christmas for some dinner
Seen you on TV again, boy you lookin' thinner
But you lookin' like a winner, aye

You got to give to get and then you give back
You got to give to get and then you give back
You got to give to get and then you give back
Then you give back, then you, then you give back

Worst thing worse, I could've been stealing your purse
Or just been, putting in work and leaving niggas in the dirt
But ever since birth I knew I would be something on this Earth
So now I spit that dope, that shit be hittin' ya nerve
And to my Papa my word is my bond
When you held me in your arms
Did you know along that a star was born?
Then you named me Jo-Vaughn, now that name ring alarms
Nearly 20 years later we on a plane to The Palms

I gotcha back and got her worried
Only thing I ask is for some Curry
Chicken when we land we eatin' dinner
Mama seen me on TV again lookin' thinner
But I'm lookin' like a winner, aye

You got to give to get and then you give back
You got to give to get and then you give back
You got to give to get and then you give back
Then you give back, then you, then you give back

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord, my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take

Break it down
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Writer: Jo-Vaughn Virginie Scott, Patrick Baril
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.




Run Up On Ya

[Intro - Joey BADA$$:]
Yeah, run up on ya bitch like
Probably run up on ya bitch like

[Verse 1 - Joey BADA$$:]
Lord, can I get a bad bitch?
High class whip, be above the average
Headed north west, that two seater Kardashian
Type to give me brain up in the red light traffic
And keep ya head up, that 2Pac blasting
Face two stacks and then be back into this action
No time to relax, I need someone to count this cash with
That match with, give me what I'm askin'
The lady in the streets appear beast on that mattress
That's it, you're the only one I'm trying to mack with
But you could be a liability or fat (ass)et
How real is that ass miss? Bend that shit backwards
Hit one backwood, crack the pussy like a password
Bet that pussy's last word is master
Ask her, roll my rocker til I made that astronaut
That's NASA thought, be that young fly, nasty one
Swallow the seeds, please, but you can't catch me slipping, hon

[Hook - Elle Varner:]
So let's just ride away
We could die today
Got no time to waste
So just roll with me, baby
Ride or die
Always by your side
Until the end of time
Driving me crazy

[Verse 2 - Joey BADA$$:]
First thing's first, I, Joey
Freaks all the honeys, mommies, the playboy bunnies
The hoes love me, get down before the money
Just know shit could get ugly, but whether it rain or sunny
Just never worry, chinchillas in February
Vanilla, that's when you ready
Check the itinerary whenever it's necessary
Keep my baby straight, peep my lady lace
The Margiela to Doneva
Fool less it's planned and everything is in control
So hit the gas and let's go
It's no sleep til Brooklyn, another beastie boy
And she just can't stop looking, she like it raw
Real spitter and all and that's the word of mouth
And let her sit in the jaw
I'm so nasty, please just walk past me
So tempted to grab it, I gotta have it
We could be living lavish so tell me, girl, right away
We could hit the bank then escape to the hideaway
Is you riding, riding with me?
Is you riding?
Is you riding, riding with me?
Is you riding?

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Action Bronson:]
Getting head in the whip and not crashing it
FILA Velour shorts set, half Arabic
I sit in dove room with candle lit
Tell little mama handle it
Or you could leave the sandals on and pull your skirt up
I really remember reading Word Up
Tiger Beat, see me on the cover soon, fold out posters
Hanging on your shorties wall
I still be f*cking women half my age when I'm 44
Young skin, a winning personality
Hard dick, million dollar salary
These cheating refs calling fouls on me
Break the f*cking whistle off in his ass, now hit the road, Jack
Hop off the bozack, the .44 clap
You'll need low jack to define your whole back
Euros'll get down, you know that
Swimming trunks and throwback
Yeah, you know that

[Hook]
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Teach Me

Won't you teach me how to dance, how to dance
Won't you teach me how to dance, teach how to dance

Okay life's like, life's like, just like a tango, tango
You gotta move that, move that, don't break an ankle, ankle
Tell me if you see me, see me from your angle, angle
I'll be your genie, genie, you be my angel, angel
Okay, how low can you go? A half million records sold
Soon as all the cash hit the floor
(?)and I'm bout to blow
Rock your body, go back and forth
(?) party, you're at the fold
Hundred girls in the lobby after the show that I body
And after the show they prolly want to put forth for me
Put on a show for the Papi that I prolly want to see
So tell me what its gonna be she said "This hunny ain't free"
It's the best kind that's around, so you have to pay a fee

Won't you teach me how to dance, how to dance
Won't you teach me how to dance, teach how to dance

Let me show you how to grove, babe
How to move about a suitcase
Take a trip without a shoelace
I can leave you if you want
Lemme help you move
Baby slide it, give you a little bit of guidance
Enjoy the ride, I'll be your pilot
You gotta glide it
Close your eyes, come fly, I'll show you how to vibe
Let me teach you how to dance, how to dance
I'mma teach you how to dance, how to dance, how to dance
Let me teach you how to dance, how to dance
I'mma teach you how to dance, how to dance, how to dance
Oh

Okay now life's like, life's like, just like a salsa, salsa
You taste the spice right? Spice right? We need some water, water
Lately been caught up, caught up, these steps need order, order
Bring it in closer, closer, let's combine auras, auras
Okay, right foot, left foot, let's go
Take my hand, take me (?) below
Bring it on there
What you got in store?
Rise up, look back at it
One jab at it
And I sear it's so rough, it's a bad habit
How I made the pussy dance? How that happen?
We could call that magic
Say poof and our boots is tappin'
The sweetest taboo you practice
The sweetest juice that I have sip
I was raised by the Sycamore tree
I was told not to bite every apple I see
But somehow that's hard for me
Shorty make it clap, make it hard for me
Come grab the mic, spit a bar for me
Show me what you know, tell it all to me

Won't you teach me how to dance, how to dance
Won't you teach me how to dance, teach how to dance

Let me show you how to grove, babe
How to move about a suitcase
Take a trip without a shoelace
I can leave you if you want
Lemme help you move
Baby slide it, give you a little bit of guidance
Enjoy the ride, I'll be your pilot
You gotta glide it
Close your eyes, come fly, I'll show you how to vibe
Let me teach you how to dance, how to dance
I'mma teach you how to dance, how to dance, how to dance
Let me teach you how to dance, how to dance
I'mma teach you how to dance, how to dance, how to dance
Oh

Let me teach you how to dance, how to dance
I'mma teach you how to dance, how to dance, how to dance
Let me teach you how to dance, how to dance
I'mma teach you how to dance, how to dance, how to dance
Oh

Teach me how to dance and groove me out my pants
And my body through a trance and f*ck we just like a sin
Teach me how to dance and groove me out my pants
And my body through a trance and f*ck we just like a sin
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Writer: COREY LATIF WILLIAMS, CHE KEVIN JESSAMY, ADAM PALLIN, JO VAUGHN VIRGINIE, KIESA RAE ELLESTAD, CARLOS ST. JOHN
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Missing Link Music, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Back to: Joey Badass


B4.Da.$$ (pronounced "Before Da Money") is the debut studio album by American rapper Joey Badass. It was released on January 20, 2015, his 20th birthday, by Cinematic Music Group and Relentless Records. The album was released in North America and United Kingdom, as well as being made available for digital download on iTunes.

The album debuted at number five on the Billboard 200, selling 54,000 copies in the first week in the United States.
Performed By: Joey Badass
Genre(s): East Coast hip hop, conscious hip hop
Length: 53:26
Released: January 20th, 2015
Year: 2015

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