AKTUALIZOVÁNO. Hovězího není nikdy dost: Joe Budden zaútočil na Saigona

Na východním pobřeží se v posledních dnech nenudí. Starají se o to Joe Budden, tedy ten, co "prokoučoval" svou účast na "The Golden Touch" a Saigon, jehož debutové album "The Greatest Story Never Told" už mělo nejméně deset zaručených termínů vydání a pořád nic. Pomyslnou startovní pásku přestřihnul Joe Budden svým "Letter To Saigon", s tím, že neopomněl zmínit, jak kdysi Saigon natáhl Prodigymu a pak se z pódia vypařil jako pára nad hrncem. Kulturista Saigon to nemohl nechat bez povšimnutí a kromě výhružek svaly vyrukoval se skladbou "Under Achiever". Třetí kolo tak byl opět nucen rozjet newarský rapper druhým popichem "Pain In His Life" a jelikož mu už 24. února vychází po šesti letech deska "Padded Room", zřejmě ví, co dělá. Joe Budden - Letter To Saigon Saigon - Under Achiever f. Prodigy Joe Budden - Pain In His Life (Saigon Diss) Saigon - Pushin’ Buddens (Joe Budden Diss) Joe Budden - Letter To Saigon (Diss): Who knew when he was introduced to the world by Webb He’d be the greatest rapper in the world wide web I mean assholes, opinions are like assholes I’m past those so you could tell the world I said Learn from Kanye about Common Sense Make G.O.O.D. Music gotta face the Consequence They want me to reach for mine while the seats reclined How dumb would that be when I aint even reached my prime Speak my mind a nigga start feelin a way Speak what I feel it aint my fault they feel what I say Seem like in every interview niggas wanna mention dude Took my good punchline got it misconstrued Aint diss you then but nigga now I will I’m just saying how I feel Got ya camera showing off your tiny town house and a girl car Cuz you aint a world star not even on worldstar The greatest story never told wont be ever told Mixtapes never sold leak the shit let it go How you gonna be a big name in the future Not even big named as a loser Backed by a big named producer who gave the smash to T.I. Cant even be mad at Just cuz i can see why Which leads me to wonder to what the fans would see If we turn to Saigon TV We see a artist struggling to get buzzin with the best production And look weaker with the Jay-Z feature didn’t help Frontin with conscious spittin about conscious living I see conscious fiction from a contradiction Listen, I see a insecure nigga trying to prove something Gettin desperate cuz his music dont move nothing So what he do, start flashing bread You could tell he probably aint use to having bread Listen I see a nigga stay talking about the kids But wanted nothing to do with one when it was his You would take her phone calls until she said its yours Thats when it gets criss crossed you start hittin ignore I see a nigga just fienin for scrutiny So he show us pics of how muscle bound he use to be I have shooters loaded up at niggas Put plastic everywhere Lola Luv ass nigga To that other nigga that had me on my bullshit Rule one dont get sheep when it’s some wolf shit Trust imma see the MF soon That aint him behind the mask he like MF Doom But let’s get back to Sai’ Far as S.O.B.’s I woulda done the same thing and been proud i wouldn’t of cried You jetted on tape nigga how you gonna lie So if you feelin like a sucka just ask yourself why Joe Budden - Pain In His Life (Saigon Diss): It’s like a lose/lose already my rep ruined How I beat dude we know will accept losing? Underachiever was an underachiever Almost thought that you would come with the Ether I know he got niggas in his camp like “spaz on him”, gassin him, bafflin him Real talk, some don’t wanna see ya Scram shoulda put both hands around ya neck Said you betta get ya head fucked from under the cleaver I’m the one that’ll beast ya You got a gut feeling you hot, I think you can’t stomach a fever Can’t think of why a wack nigga want it with me for I leave my mark on you like it’s one of ya features Ask how I it feel to have Maino face I’m way ahead man, this ain’t no race Stop playing, im the bomb with the pen I’m more like a bomb with no pin How the fuck is Saigon gonna win? He a loss of interest Talking bout my son is senseless So I make sure the dude can’t see, smell or hear Can’t touch, can’t taste, now he defenseless Cuz ain’t a bullet in this world you can bench press Speak Tahiri, ima speak Austin The one that’ll suck ya dick if you flossin Game old bitch that everybody was tossin The one that you literally begged for that abortion So we both gone wild, see we both love hoes and that’s just our style But Sai if you think it’s different my nigga you goin senile I just kiss mine and yours is the mother of ya child BLAOH! Shots peel at ya entourage Nigga couldn’t get a deal on Entourage How is it harder to be me? If I lose in real life? But you can’t even win on TV Me I’m probably iller, probably wit gorillas in ya lobby with the shotti and chinchillas You a rapper or a bodybuilder? I’ll have him in the E.R. with Doc trying to put him back together like a body builder Please tell me why dude Just Blaze signed Can’t even get a bassline outta BASELINE Look at the new kid sounding stupid Nigga I made Just more money than you did The nerve of the loser Keep trying to hide weak ass bars behind the work of producers In the word of computers, is he M.I.A. Cuz he been fell off like Yung Berg on the scooter So him and his bas’ flow need to lay low Couple red lights will ruin his whole stage show And put him on my payroll How he’s a Yardfather when I’m dictating where the grave go? Been years, he’s taking L’s still Turtle couldn’t help him, maybe a shell will Don’t look like a winner to me Small meal to a pitchfork, you lookin like a dinner to me Plus ya diss track sound like a beginner to me Ya whole shine’s like a dimmer to me Fight who nigga? You betta know how we get it in Jerz Velcro his tongue, hope dude stick to his word Nigga you’ll be in an ally covered And you don’t love the kids, you just wanna make us think that you Sally Struthers I’ll pit you with the worse kind of men Dudes who become everything they condemn You’d think that jail learned him a lesson Until he bragged bout everything he learned in jail Nah, I don’t think his struggle is lackin He did a long bid, came home and had trouble adapting Afraid of adulthood, has trouble relaxin No choices, had to try his hustle at rapping Here’s a jewel, maybe you should put ya first disc out on Amazon Before you go fronting when the camera on And the poor fans kept the hope But prison was the only place he was next to blow So he calls me a fag like he homophobic Cuz they had him on his knees like “homo, hold it!” Run around, he screamin “O don’t poke it” It’s a small world, how you think Joe don’t know it? Guess there’s where the lies get deeper Cuz he went in a tight end and came out a wide receiver There’s bones in ya closet that you can’t hide Ya fans know you went to jail, me I know why Sai, you ain’t brollic enough Somebody better play third wheel and try to stop the fuck Cuz I’ll put it in 5th gear, like who he gonna threaten next? Fill his whole body with metal, now he Weapon X Had the upper hand from go Shirt always off, “How Does It Feel”, D’Angelo to get naked like a down hooker? My dudes outta town ‘ll book ya Ya whole gangsta’s Brown Sugar With no point to his vlog, had the world waiting Flexing for ten minutes like he had a girl tape him Just co-signed for you said you had a classic Now he got no time for you, wrote you off on taxes Now he lonely, vulnerable lookin soft Tried to help him, I been in his shoes, I just took ‘em off To put it simply, how could he offend me? I can teach ‘em how to live real major on an indie So picture dude upsetting me Stop complaining and take control of your own fucking destiny He blames radio, blames Atlantic Craig Kallman, but I can’t blame ‘em they panicked Nobody scared he’s like hockey, retired for a minute, came back and nobody cared So for me to take this serious homes Get Mook, Loaded Lux, Jin maybe Serius Jones To help write your shit, make it brand anew If not look for the nation to abandon you Be mad at yourself and ask yourself You know I’m a rap giant, why Plax yourself? Dude went ahead, axed himself He cut off his nose to spite his face, Mike Jack’d himself Bryan, how the fuck you think less of me? When you easily the less MC Thought it’d be fun but that’s deaded to me This point im battling my own perception trying to beat what’s expected of me Nino Bless said you was a bull too But im in widescreen, I aint see that fool/full view I know how ya hoe ass felt Make it so you can’t eat, put an extra hole in that belt Ain’t a gain in site Coco Chanel ain’t the only nigga that’ll put a pain in his life Dead weight, get ya head straight Cut the track off, listen to ya thoughts, checkmate. Zdroj: 2DopeBoyz

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