Текст песни: Making A Murderer Pt. 1 + перевод

I’m right here per your request, now you stuck in them shoes

No alliances with Meek, it’s still fuck him too

Before we start, to the fans, I’m uncomfortable too

Stuck in the booth feelin' like y’all cause I got love for the dude

But now my phone blowin' up, they’re like what I’m gonna do?

Show the world you shouldn’t poke a man with nothin' to lose

All of this just because I wasn’t in love with his Views

Whatever happened, I just know they got me fuckin' confused, hey

Mic check, mic check

One two, one two

Wait a minute!

Drake: I’m happy, I’m honored… I’m, I’m, I’m honored to be around you, man

Joe Budden: Yo c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon

Drake: Okay so I can’t be honest on your network here? I can’t be honest to

your fans and say I’m honored to be around you?

Joe Budden: It ain’t an honor to be around me!

Drake: We all used to listen to you so I don’t even… you need to learn how to

take compliments. Don’t say that in vain, he’s one of the best. You know that,

right?

Other Person: What up? What up?

Drake: I said don’t say it in vain, you know he’s one of the best

Other Person: Nah it’s all love

New Joe Budden!

Look, enough of the sentimental crap

Cool if you into that

Fuck all of these subs, who they intended at?

I won’t believe it’s me without forensic facts

They don’t normally mention Black when pennin' their raps

But then I listen back, I heard a pinch of sass

Tender ass Teddy come around, he gon' get pinned to grass

I come around with every inch of the mag

I’m a wordsmith forreal, you thought Quentin was bad

You made me proud, lad, but it seems my child mad

With all the clout that he grabbed, it’s still doubts from his dad

Look, this ain’t promotional, you just emotional

No doubt you got Starbucks, with all that Joe in you

I part his reign lightnin' fast, just what Joseph do

A black cloud all over the 6, check the overview

You’re so indirect, shit wasn’t real clear

Either Jimmy actin' or he really miss a wheelchair

What he don’t know is we the most kindred of souls

I should’ve did this two Kendricks ago

He wanna sing? Well let’s get into the show, commence my role

For Jodeci, Boyz II Men, we at the end of the road

I figure he’s that close to his death to know the reaper

In fitted sweats with old sneakers, the flow ether

Gassed cause he KO’d Omeeka, no Joe’s deeper

Quick to put extension on singer, that’s Moesha

Nothin' 'bout Rick slick, but show of the Caesar

My crust from the same old pizza as Mona Lisa

So how you callin' out the lyrical god?

Your face light up when you see me, talkin' Miracle Watts

Cause your words ain’t sayin' a thing

I kilogram without weighin' a thing

Nigga you baitin' a king

Tell you the way that Golden State say to it’s team

Aubrey you gotta make a shot, you wanna play on the wing

Dem a call me a murderer

I never duck, just spray

I’ma never miss mi aim

Dem a call me a murder

There’s some truth in that saying

Dem a call me a murder

Nobody seen nothing, nobody seen nothing

What I see, ayy

Look here, I just spit the facts, raging aristocrat

Shooters heard them words, wanna get rid of that

When they roll up, bet dude won’t wanna live his raps

He’ll see the 6 upside down and wanna switch it back

Wrath of a god sinner

I’m too real, I bet your star’s tender

I bet a mil', I’ll bet a star tender

But since the OG’s Hov, here’s what I wanna know

If ain’t no real niggas allowed the fuck would I wanna go?

That’s thinkin' back to Jay, now let’s get back to Drake

Both too big to respond to all I have to say

Still with all their success and all their accolades

The universe makes it so they come right back to me

Here’s a reminder that we go way back

I mean um, you know for me the kid is practice, Hova

I make these words flip as if they practice yoga

Okay practice over, back to Blacklist Hova

Nothin' personal, this Red Reddington

Shawn, I don’t work for you, still I’m doin' the work for you

Payback, wire his jaw, reimbursin' you

Metal all behind his face, Sprite commercial you

Might have made a mistake out of this one

Can’t Bell Biv Devoe your way out of this one, nah

So, warn your damn campaign that hammers rang

I just bought a New Edition, you can’t stand the rain

Y’all say this soft nigga hard and that, I can’t explain

Y’all think he’s soul for real, I see candy rain

So Aubrey when you sub real MCs, you get murdered

And since you signed to five guys, makes you a burger

Dem a call me a murderer

I never duck, just spray

I’ma never miss mi aim

Dem a call me a murder

Nobody seen nothing, nobody seen nothing

What I see, ayy

Real quick, I don’t wanna talk too long. I think you misconstrued the

boundaries of this relationship and this friendship. Which in return,

has caused me to do the exact same thing. I don’t understand how you niggas,

and how you in particular, how you can fuck shorty and I dap you and say you a

real nigga, and I critique your album and all of a sudden we sensitive.

I don’t understand how you new niggas work. Maybe I’m out of touch with the

rules of today’s society. I’m clearing all that. Now let me paint who I am

before I allow another nigga to do it for me

I’m from the school of pussy don’t get me punch drunk

Maybe it’s different in the city you come from, look

I’m from the school of these hoes belong to everybody

No celeb exempt, goes for everybody

So when I seen you fucked shorty, not a bitter bone in me

I ain’t think of how to handle the plan

Said I’m aware, have fun, understand that it’s, fam

Told that to you and not her, that’s just the man that I am

My nigga, kids got no respect

Odd cause you called me for the hoe check on every hoe you checked

That makes sense, bad bitches, that’s what Joe do best

And I’s the man 'round these parts when they ain’t know you yet

Which kinda makes me your OG in Toronto

And I ain’t charge once, that’s for free in Toronto

I’m unsure how that came to be in Toronto

Nigga I don’t even be in Toronto

When it rains it pours

All that means, dog, get please get a poncho

Subs fell short like a free throw from Rondo

So rude, he gay, so mean with all the Budden threats

As soon as we shoot at King, DeMarcus Cousins' next

This shit is truly a movie

You started a trend bein' a groupie for groupies

Shit, I had Bria in the coupe and out her way

Before you ever wrote an interlude about her

So who you playin' with, clown

I’m first shift at the bars, so only means I already made them rounds

They say that he the best MC and best flow’er

He cook better than me but you love my leftovers

Fire the kill shot, the fire still hot

Word to your Versace velours that Kyra still got

You playin' chess with the chrome of the pump

Let it blast, checkered past, shoulda known from the jump

It’s whatever you wanna roll, executives got your soul

Sedatives, I’m repetitive with those records, show for

Regular Joe, sellin' records was never the goal

I never sold records, I kept records of what was sold

Might have made a mistake out of this one

Day’s long, can’t Trey Songz your way out of this one

So don’t worry yourself, and before I go

Fuck a record label, I appear courtesy of myself, Joe