Mad.Villain zei:
Bwa.. Budden schrijft zeer degelijke liedjes, maar daar stopt het bij mij. Ik vind hem maar een zeer matige MC
Beef tussen Budden en Method Man vind ik zever. (Budden spreekt zich ook zwaar tegen imo
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Kijk wel uit naar de albums, hopelijk zijn ze goed
Tja, probleem is dat Budden het over
rap heeft en Meth heeft het over vechten voor een of andere bizarre reden.
Maar ik denk toch dat je eens
zeer goed naar Dumb Out en vooral 3 sides to a story moet luisteren, echt kippenvelliedjes.
Hoe dan ook, Meth kan onmogelijk winnen in een battle tegen Budden. Dus hij zal ook niet antwoorden.
Hier trouwens de lyrics van het stukje waarin Budden Method disst:
"*****s is scared of the truth,
look in my eyes you stare at the truth
they doing interludes in every interview
talking about how they prepared to shoot
how thoughtful, wont resort to getting near a booth, thought so
what I do to thems unlawful, boss dude aint got a higher up to report to
Just giving yourself a bad name,
yakety-yak them threats in fact its that lame
if you cant tell that acts arranged
think Im wearing a bulls-eye, and just all them cats got bad aim
I'll explain,
Im past real, *****s is past phony
Avoid the personal and physical attacks on me
I remain cool, relaxed homie,
brand new, I aint got a scratch on me
So whats your squad gon do?
lay a hand on me, Ill lay a hollow on you
Chain snatch, tap his pockets take his wallet
go through every club in New York and pop bottles on you
Better tell em what relucatnce is,
Im controlled by uncontrolled substances
Truth be told I show em what substance is
I know Im nice, so when I boast Im just rubbin it in
Got beat up ignored in school
Signed a deal *****s thought you was cool
Only take one quarter(1/4) to slaughter your crew
They resumes got deaded the day they call you a fool
Got all them years rapping, nothing else happening
you need a new day to day, old heads with no other way to get paid
they gasping, time-out go take a break from the clay and grab a gatorade
A bad contract, team can't make a trade
Majors fuckin' you in the ass, you gonna stay a slave
5'9" in my ear sayin' "Hey, behave!"
But shit is fucked up and I blame it on the way it was paved
So I'll chill for the sake of your age
You're great live, but let me know when that stage get appraised
All in, raisin' the stakes, I swear you and your label should pray
And thank God I was placed in this decade by mistake
I don't belong here, Dad fucked Mom in the wrong year
Wrong ***** amongst fans with wrong ears"
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