[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Check it, I'm the voice of every dead ^!$$%'s secrets
That's why the $#&@tards want me dead before I can speak it

Yall call it crazy, I'm the heartbeat of every aborted baby
High off every line snorted in the 80s
Let it breathe, no wonder why his thoughts ratchet

See the world through the shades that Stacks wore in his casket
I steal his body from the graveyard on foot, ain't no looking back
Bring him on tour with me and when it's over put him back

If you couldn't tell, the behavior says if a ^!$$% send me to hell it's a favor
I never felt that was major, God forgive me or don't, maybe He'll help later
Until I'll share pop's nightmares __?__ elevator

Which taught me not to doubt a coward for a thing
Yin-yang theory, %#@! Juwan Howard got a ring
All it takes is the smallest ^!$$% in your camp to get eternal

Half a match book will transform to an inferno
And jail's so grotesque
That cause of my past, I can't bask in my success

Peep how my brain !@(#s, I mean, I wake up
Walk on my deck and stare at a beautiful yard that just reminds of the yard
I unlock a cell, a buried man, wrongly accused

Bet it all, the judges to put him there, won't be amused
This ain't Joe yall, more like the mind of every rape victim
Who can't retrace the face of the ^!$$% that had his way with em

When my heart stops it crops
Every 9-1-1 call that took too long
But don't look at it wrong

Cause the irony of my group's name is though he seem the luckiest
Where we lay our heads seems to be where it's bloodiest
To say we're rebels would imply we're against

That's a lie ^!$$%, we just convinced
So in case the puppet-masters didn't know Joe
They tried making us the guinea pigs

We just killed it and kept it as a logo