No Church In The Wild (Freestyle) Lyrics
| Song | No Church In The Wild (Freestyle) |
| Artist | Joe Budden |
| Album | The Shady Bunch |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Uh-ooooh | |
| Uh-ooooh | |
| Can I talk my shit again? | |
| Just wonderin if I could talk my shit again | |
| I had to do it | |
| Couldn’t blame me | |
| I had to | |
| Y’all can threaten me with ya thoughts just never speak it | |
| One gun accompanied by prayers I never need it | |
| Burning flesh, skin peeling, slow inferno | |
| Take away what we love we’d all be Joe Paterno | |
| Reporting live from the city where they gun tote | |
| Sober in the sauna full of blunt smoke | |
| Y’all concerned with Drake and Common | |
| Me? I’m concerned with niggas havin’ fake in common | |
| Though I’m leading I don’t really know the path | |
| But the future can’t be worse if you really know my past | |
| Begged to be understood anytime I showed the wrath | |
| But how could I expect third parties to know the half | |
| Like, when the temp rises, but you the candle whip | |
| Sorta like Kyle Williams out in candlestick | |
| Err’body shouldn’t grab the hammer by the grip, shit! | |
| Billy Cundiff couldn’t handle the kick, shit | |
| They say I changed since stardom | |
| Can’t share the same success, we ain’t share the same problems | |
| So, got big just to show ‘em what the gym does | |
| Nevermind shootin’ they ain’t show me where the gym was | |
| That’s why I do a lot on spite | |
| So if you, look up to me you got ‘em at the wrong height | |
| I mean, I’m not a role model, I’m a piece of shit | |
| A product of never being giving a piece of shit | |
| Breaking day got the grind of a trucker | |
| And my logic ain’t designed to intertwine with you suckers | |
| Loaded 9 is a buffer, but no time for you fuckers | |
| There’ll be bodies in the sewers when my minds in the gutter | |
| Last night I had an epiphany | |
| It wrote it in my rhyme book in calligraphy | |
| I see so many people looking for validity | |
| That’s the wrong search if what’s lost is dignity | |
| I certainly have grown since Mouse | |
| Chrome under the couch | |
| But I’ll stomp his face to make it known what I’m about | |
| If he on what he spout | |
| Put my Nikes on his cheeks, and I ain’t foaming at the mouth! (get it?) | |
| Reminded when I vent | |
| Nigga God designed it, it’s in the print | |
| Two memos for the spineless, ones repent | |
| Second jewel, leaving my kindness as a strength, nigga! | |
| No beef, no malice, not at all | |
| I got no vendetta for y’all | |
| I mean I only want better for myself | |
| Sometimes I even want better for y’all | |
| I swear, there’s no love in hip hop | |
| Irony, not even on love and hip hop | |
| Spacious closets, Persian rugs | |
| Make sure I’m dressed at my best for the jerks that judge | |
| Had a talk with my ex who knew for certain I was bugged | |
| So I let the door slam feelin’ worse then I was | |
| She said all I ever made her feel was hurt and disgust | |
| Which in turn hurt cause that was my version of love, I care | |
| Clear year, you need better resolution | |
| It seems the chances we agree are forever ruined | |
| You talking bout how, I’m talkin’ about execution | |
| You talking bout now, I’m talkin’ about evolution | |
| But better days gotta come | |
| I’m a good amount of bad, right amount of so wrong! | |
| And Heidi Klum left Seal, which only proves my point, shit can only be ugly for so long! | |
| Slaughterhouse founder, can’t derail a captain | |
| Ain’t enough niggas praying I feel for it to happen | |
| Cause on both side of the coin you’ll get fed shells | |
| In unison, hollow heads from red tails | |
| I don’t wanna see your weapon | |
| To keep me from what I’m destined | |
| Some’ll see that as a blessin’ | |
| And my dudes swear they’ll keep me happily from harm | |
| So I do the leg work they carry the arms | |
| Check it, shawty I had over Saturday | |
| Never act away, and squirt ‘til she over saturate | |
| She go hard in the dark | |
| No chains, but see I’m getting’ it, even when the cars in park, nigga! | |
| The hood is on some bullshit | |
| So it ain’t weird to see ‘em aiming at the pulpit | |
| Fates are empty collection place, spirit in ruins | |
| We used to a different type of communion | |
| But guns take the place of the choir, tie up the the Pastor | |
| If he scared can’t believe what he say ‘bout the life after | |
| The stained glass is bullet proof | |
| Sometimes a liars mouth can be full of truth | |
| I done heard gospel from a sinner | |
| Told me to season my pride if that’s dinner | |
| Said there’s no human that walks without sin | |
| So we should prob’ly call the gates make sure we allowed in | |
| Joey!!! |
| Uhooooh | |
| Uhooooh | |
| Can I talk my shit again? | |
| Just wonderin if I could talk my shit again | |
| I had to do it | |
| Couldn' t blame me | |
| I had to | |
| Y' all can threaten me with ya thoughts just never speak it | |
| One gun accompanied by prayers I never need it | |
| Burning flesh, skin peeling, slow inferno | |
| Take away what we love we' d all be Joe Paterno | |
| Reporting live from the city where they gun tote | |
| Sober in the sauna full of blunt smoke | |
| Y' all concerned with Drake and Common | |
| Me? I' m concerned with niggas havin' fake in common | |
| Though I' m leading I don' t really know the path | |
| But the future can' t be worse if you really know my past | |
| Begged to be understood anytime I showed the wrath | |
| But how could I expect third parties to know the half | |
| Like, when the temp rises, but you the candle whip | |
| Sorta like Kyle Williams out in candlestick | |
| Err' body shouldn' t grab the hammer by the grip, shit! | |
| Billy Cundiff couldn' t handle the kick, shit | |
| They say I changed since stardom | |
| Can' t share the same success, we ain' t share the same problems | |
| So, got big just to show ' em what the gym does | |
| Nevermind shootin' they ain' t show me where the gym was | |
| That' s why I do a lot on spite | |
| So if you, look up to me you got ' em at the wrong height | |
| I mean, I' m not a role model, I' m a piece of shit | |
| A product of never being giving a piece of shit | |
| Breaking day got the grind of a trucker | |
| And my logic ain' t designed to intertwine with you suckers | |
| Loaded 9 is a buffer, but no time for you fuckers | |
| There' ll be bodies in the sewers when my minds in the gutter | |
| Last night I had an epiphany | |
| It wrote it in my rhyme book in calligraphy | |
| I see so many people looking for validity | |
| That' s the wrong search if what' s lost is dignity | |
| I certainly have grown since Mouse | |
| Chrome under the couch | |
| But I' ll stomp his face to make it known what I' m about | |
| If he on what he spout | |
| Put my Nikes on his cheeks, and I ain' t foaming at the mouth! get it? | |
| Reminded when I vent | |
| Nigga God designed it, it' s in the print | |
| Two memos for the spineless, ones repent | |
| Second jewel, leaving my kindness as a strength, nigga! | |
| No beef, no malice, not at all | |
| I got no vendetta for y' all | |
| I mean I only want better for myself | |
| Sometimes I even want better for y' all | |
| I swear, there' s no love in hip hop | |
| Irony, not even on love and hip hop | |
| Spacious closets, Persian rugs | |
| Make sure I' m dressed at my best for the jerks that judge | |
| Had a talk with my ex who knew for certain I was bugged | |
| So I let the door slam feelin' worse then I was | |
| She said all I ever made her feel was hurt and disgust | |
| Which in turn hurt cause that was my version of love, I care | |
| Clear year, you need better resolution | |
| It seems the chances we agree are forever ruined | |
| You talking bout how, I' m talkin' about execution | |
| You talking bout now, I' m talkin' about evolution | |
| But better days gotta come | |
| I' m a good amount of bad, right amount of so wrong! | |
| And Heidi Klum left Seal, which only proves my point, shit can only be ugly for so long! | |
| Slaughterhouse founder, can' t derail a captain | |
| Ain' t enough niggas praying I feel for it to happen | |
| Cause on both side of the coin you' ll get fed shells | |
| In unison, hollow heads from red tails | |
| I don' t wanna see your weapon | |
| To keep me from what I' m destined | |
| Some' ll see that as a blessin' | |
| And my dudes swear they' ll keep me happily from harm | |
| So I do the leg work they carry the arms | |
| Check it, shawty I had over Saturday | |
| Never act away, and squirt ' til she over saturate | |
| She go hard in the dark | |
| No chains, but see I' m getting' it, even when the cars in park, nigga! | |
| The hood is on some bullshit | |
| So it ain' t weird to see ' em aiming at the pulpit | |
| Fates are empty collection place, spirit in ruins | |
| We used to a different type of communion | |
| But guns take the place of the choir, tie up the the Pastor | |
| If he scared can' t believe what he say ' bout the life after | |
| The stained glass is bullet proof | |
| Sometimes a liars mouth can be full of truth | |
| I done heard gospel from a sinner | |
| Told me to season my pride if that' s dinner | |
| Said there' s no human that walks without sin | |
| So we should prob' ly call the gates make sure we allowed in | |
| Joey!!! |
| Uhooooh | |
| Uhooooh | |
| Can I talk my shit again? | |
| Just wonderin if I could talk my shit again | |
| I had to do it | |
| Couldn' t blame me | |
| I had to | |
| Y' all can threaten me with ya thoughts just never speak it | |
| One gun accompanied by prayers I never need it | |
| Burning flesh, skin peeling, slow inferno | |
| Take away what we love we' d all be Joe Paterno | |
| Reporting live from the city where they gun tote | |
| Sober in the sauna full of blunt smoke | |
| Y' all concerned with Drake and Common | |
| Me? I' m concerned with niggas havin' fake in common | |
| Though I' m leading I don' t really know the path | |
| But the future can' t be worse if you really know my past | |
| Begged to be understood anytime I showed the wrath | |
| But how could I expect third parties to know the half | |
| Like, when the temp rises, but you the candle whip | |
| Sorta like Kyle Williams out in candlestick | |
| Err' body shouldn' t grab the hammer by the grip, shit! | |
| Billy Cundiff couldn' t handle the kick, shit | |
| They say I changed since stardom | |
| Can' t share the same success, we ain' t share the same problems | |
| So, got big just to show ' em what the gym does | |
| Nevermind shootin' they ain' t show me where the gym was | |
| That' s why I do a lot on spite | |
| So if you, look up to me you got ' em at the wrong height | |
| I mean, I' m not a role model, I' m a piece of shit | |
| A product of never being giving a piece of shit | |
| Breaking day got the grind of a trucker | |
| And my logic ain' t designed to intertwine with you suckers | |
| Loaded 9 is a buffer, but no time for you fuckers | |
| There' ll be bodies in the sewers when my minds in the gutter | |
| Last night I had an epiphany | |
| It wrote it in my rhyme book in calligraphy | |
| I see so many people looking for validity | |
| That' s the wrong search if what' s lost is dignity | |
| I certainly have grown since Mouse | |
| Chrome under the couch | |
| But I' ll stomp his face to make it known what I' m about | |
| If he on what he spout | |
| Put my Nikes on his cheeks, and I ain' t foaming at the mouth! get it? | |
| Reminded when I vent | |
| Nigga God designed it, it' s in the print | |
| Two memos for the spineless, ones repent | |
| Second jewel, leaving my kindness as a strength, nigga! | |
| No beef, no malice, not at all | |
| I got no vendetta for y' all | |
| I mean I only want better for myself | |
| Sometimes I even want better for y' all | |
| I swear, there' s no love in hip hop | |
| Irony, not even on love and hip hop | |
| Spacious closets, Persian rugs | |
| Make sure I' m dressed at my best for the jerks that judge | |
| Had a talk with my ex who knew for certain I was bugged | |
| So I let the door slam feelin' worse then I was | |
| She said all I ever made her feel was hurt and disgust | |
| Which in turn hurt cause that was my version of love, I care | |
| Clear year, you need better resolution | |
| It seems the chances we agree are forever ruined | |
| You talking bout how, I' m talkin' about execution | |
| You talking bout now, I' m talkin' about evolution | |
| But better days gotta come | |
| I' m a good amount of bad, right amount of so wrong! | |
| And Heidi Klum left Seal, which only proves my point, shit can only be ugly for so long! | |
| Slaughterhouse founder, can' t derail a captain | |
| Ain' t enough niggas praying I feel for it to happen | |
| Cause on both side of the coin you' ll get fed shells | |
| In unison, hollow heads from red tails | |
| I don' t wanna see your weapon | |
| To keep me from what I' m destined | |
| Some' ll see that as a blessin' | |
| And my dudes swear they' ll keep me happily from harm | |
| So I do the leg work they carry the arms | |
| Check it, shawty I had over Saturday | |
| Never act away, and squirt ' til she over saturate | |
| She go hard in the dark | |
| No chains, but see I' m getting' it, even when the cars in park, nigga! | |
| The hood is on some bullshit | |
| So it ain' t weird to see ' em aiming at the pulpit | |
| Fates are empty collection place, spirit in ruins | |
| We used to a different type of communion | |
| But guns take the place of the choir, tie up the the Pastor | |
| If he scared can' t believe what he say ' bout the life after | |
| The stained glass is bullet proof | |
| Sometimes a liars mouth can be full of truth | |
| I done heard gospel from a sinner | |
| Told me to season my pride if that' s dinner | |
| Said there' s no human that walks without sin | |
| So we should prob' ly call the gates make sure we allowed in | |
| Joey!!! |
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