Uncle Murda – Rap Up 2017 Lyrics

Oh it’s that time of year again
The wrap up
Ayo, nobody wanna hear Mad Skillz Shit
Don’t Come Outside
My new mixtape out right now
GMG ATM is the unit
Lenny Grant

Y’all know what happened
Y’all still want me to talk about it
I ain’t cool with these niggas
So Ima talk about it
Crazy, crazy
Shit crazy
Crazy, crazy
Shit cr-

[Verse 1]
Nicki and Meek dead
Now it’s Nas and Nicki
I’m just happy Usher ain’t give that herpes to Chilli
Meek got a 2 to 4 for popping a wheelie
It’s crazy, even Drake said
“Free Meek Milly”
Free Meek
Safaree don’t feel bad for him
Meek and ‘em almost beat his ass but he was too fast for him
Kaepernick spoke to Meek Mill
That’s dope
Tell Nicki Minaj brother
“Don’t drop the soap”
Remy got at Nicki ass like
“What you got in them jeans?”
Remy won but for now
Nicki still the queen
Cardi B on the hills though
I know Nick feeling it
3 records on the Billboard
Cardi be killing it
You ain’t gotta say it Nicki I know
You been doing that
Cardi got a long way to go
It was dope seeing Remy and Kim link
Ayo K Michelle
Your pussy still stink
Jay Z confessed to cheating on Beyoncé
And he finally threw some shots back at Kanye
Jay know Kanye ain’t ‘bout that violence
For my nigga prodigy
Let’s have a moment of silence
(Queens stand up)
These sluts is still winning man
Salute to these hoes
21 Savage wifed Up Amber Rose
Playboy Carti wifed up Black Chyna
She had hundreds of niggas in and out her vagina
Kevin Hart cheated and that shit got recorded
Apologized on Instagram cause he was getting extorted
I was mad Soulja Boy and Chris Brown didn’t fight
Migos and Joe Budden almost got into a fight
Do it look like I was left of Bad and Boujee?
Yeah it was Offset, Quavo And Lil Uzi
Niggas tried to hit Young Dolph with a hundred shots
He was in the bullet proof truck like, “that’s all y’all got?”
He was laughing
Watching bullets bounce off the glass
Second time around no
Them niggas shot his ass
Niggas get shot everyday
That nigga tough
That’s my nigga
He gon’ call me like
“Yo, you play too much.”
A Boogie and them stomped out Lil B
I was mad they ain’t have Timbs on like MOP

Y’all know what happened
Y’all still want me to talk about it
I ain’t cool with these niggas
So Ima talk about it
Crazy crazy
Shit crazy
Crazy crazy
Shit crazy
Y’all know what happened
Y’all still want me to talk about it
I ain’t cool with these niggas
So Ima talk about it
Crazy crazy
Shit crazy
Crazy crazy

[Verse 2]
Bobby V, you like trannies
No need to front about it
You ain’t come out the closet yet
But got caught coming out it
You and Yung Joc been gay for mad long
You probably payed for that dress that he had on
Tyrese broke
How he don’t got no paper?
Nigga tried to borrow 5 mill from Will and Jada
Cried on the Gram when he ain’t get to see his child
R Kelly kidnapping girls
He still a pedophile
You R&B niggas is ill
Usher got an STD you can’t cure with a pill
This is so disrespectful, ain’t it?
Wendy husband cheated
That’s why you fainted
You in that bikini Wendy
That’s why he doing that
Your body look like ugh
Where the fuck is your booty at?
OJ home
He ain’t black
I don’t give a fuck
Free my nigga Brown, Ra Diggs
Free Tut
White people
Look at all the shit they be doing
Rest in peace to all them victims in that Las Vegas shooting
Lil white kid got 6 months for rape
But Meek got a 2 to 4 for a non-violent case
This other white kid had us all feeling bad
Then them pictures came out with them confederate flags
Oh now we understand fully
You was calling kids nigga
That’s why you was getting bullied
Donald Trump still spreading that hatred
Made Harvey Weinstein look like a rapist
I’ll believe all them girls that made a statement
Damn Russell Simmons facing rape allegations
Please Russell, tell me it’s nonsense
And you ain’t been doing yoga to clear your guilty conscience
Nelly caught a rape charge
Case got dropped
Prosecution and the judge and believe that thot
Half of Hollywood got caught up in that rape shit
Lonzo Ball can’t ball
He ain’t shit
Like his father
I’m just being real with him
I Know Nike happy
They ain’t do that deal with him
Wanna sell sneakers
Lonzo get your stats up
You had a lot of hype
But your numbers don’t match up
Durant got a ring but that shit don’t count
He was riding the wave
That Steph Curry house
Westbrook won the MVP like hello
Now he getting some help from Paul George and Melo
Kyrie left Lebron James in Cleveland
He wanted be the man
That’s his reason for leaving
48 Laws of Power, first chapter
Kyrie never try to outshine the master
Phil Jackson got fired
Kobe got both his jerseys retired
Lamar Odom still having a hard life
Derek Fisher still fucking Matt Barnes wife
The NFL a new KKK clique
Look how them owners done block Kaepernick
Tell Martin Luther
“Puff got a dream.”
Them crackers ain’t letting Puff buy no football team
They ain’t even let Kaepernick be a backup
They know you a good businessman
But you black Puff
I’m sounding like Stephen A. Smith y’all
Check me out
Floyd Mayweather took too long to knock McGregor out
Think Floyd give a fuck about that?
He got 300 million and he 50 and 0

Y’all know what happened
Y’all still want me to talk about it
I ain’t cool with these niggas
So Ima talk about it
Crazy crazy
Shit crazy
Crazy crazy

[Verse 3]
The kid with all the Xs in his name got knocked out
On stage
Usher 1 STD away from getting AIDS
My mouth reckless
Khloe and Kim K [?] get pregnant
Kylie Jenner having Travis Scott baby
I know that boy Tyga feeling crazy
He been so irrelevant since the breakup
It’s been good seeing Cameron and Jim Jones make up
Ma$e verse Cam
Harlem, how you like that?
Niggas was just hype to see Ma$e finally fight back
Oracle was cool but it wasn’t no Ether
Ma$e going to hell for acting like he a preacher
The 2Pac movie was wack
Ask Kevin Hart
Maino shooting 2Pac up was my favorite part
Starz gave 50 a hundred mil
He put me in a Bruce Willis movie
Shit getting real
Lil Bow Wow been doing the most
That nigga wasn’t on a jet
He was on Jet Blue and coast
Tell Mother Nature to suck a dick
She got hurricanes out here fucking up shit
Houston, Puerto Rico, we with y’all
Trump sold the whole country
He ain’t shit y’all
Trae tha Truth was out in Houston with the people
Trump throwing papers towels like It was a free throw
In Puerto Rico
America, we gotta do better
I wish we could kill Trump and bring back Hugh Hefner
Donald Trump is a crazy cracker
Flex was on the Gram arguing with a dead rapper
He was telling 2Pac that he lied
And got real emotional
Funk Flex even cried
I ain’t gon’ talk about the chick situation
Me and his wife already had that conversation
I’m still the most underrated rapper
I came up off Bitcoin so that shit don’t matter
I’m in the crib like
“What else Ima write ‘bout?
Oh yeah
Amorosa got kicked out the White House
Terrorists been popping up in New York lately
Nigga blew hisself up by mistake
Shit crazy
Janet Jackson turned 50
Had her first baby
Khaled all over Instagram with his first baby
Beyoncé had twins with Shawn Carter
Serena Williams had a baby
I think Drake is the father
I had a baby
Can’t wait ‘til i see him walk
Pharrell had triplets
Enough of that baby talk
Back to that street shit
Niggas don’t feel me
Taxstone got locked up and pleaded guilty
“Why you ain’t help him?”
I ain’t come with that nigga
We ain’t cool like that but it’s free Tax nigga
We don’t wish jail on niggas
Free Tax nigga
Rest In Peace Combat Jack nigga
Tell Mad Skillz
Niggas is through it
I ain’t really want Ghost and Kanan Getting cool again
Tyreke killed Ray Ray on Power
Tommy fucking Lala
We saw her titties on Power
Gucci got married
Cardi B got engaged
Young Buck choke some nigga out backstage
Post Malone wanna be black
He getting rap money but he tryna downplay rap
Paul Rosenberg called him out on that
I hope G-Eazy don’t do nothing stupid like that
Where my bitches at that’s Bad and Boujee?
Chris Brown and Quavo almost fought over Karrueche
Joe Budden left Everyday Struggle
That contract they gave you basically said
“Fuck You”
Teka$hi 6ix9ine came out of nowhere
He litt
He from Brooklyn and he got rainbow hair
LouGotCash got a deal
New York shit
Ace’s got closed down but Lust still litt
Mariah Carey broke up with that billionaire
She kept that 10 million dollar ring
She ain’t playing fair
I’m off this
Enough was said here
I’ll be back throwing niggas under the bus next year

Y’all know what happened
Y’all still want me to talk about it
I ain’t cool with these niggas
So Ima talk about it
Crazy crazy
Shit crazy
Crazy crazy
Shit crazy
Y’all know what happened
Y’all still want me to talk about it
I ain’t cool with these niggas
So Ima talk about it
Crazy crazy
Shit crazy
Crazy crazy
Shit crazy
Y’all know what happened
Y’all still want me to talk about it
I ain’t cool with these niggas
So Ima talk about it
Crazy crazy
Shit crazy
Crazy crazy
Shit crazy
Y’all know what happened
Y’all still want me to talk about it
I ain’t cool with these niggas
So Ima talk about it
Crazy crazy
Shit crazy

Joe Budden Talks Suicide Attempts and Struggle With Depression

Very few rappers openly talk about mental health and Joe Budden is an exception perhaps because he personally dealt with it.

The often very vocal rapper can be found on the daily hip hop show Everyday Struggle on Complex where he is one of the co-hosts. You can always expect Budden to speak his mind on any rapper or any song whether he likes it or not. This time he is not talking about music, but something that affected everyone directly or indirectly, mental health. In his interview with Grass Routes Podcast, the Slaughterhouse rapper delve into his past struggles with depression and even revealed that at one point he contemplated suicide. Fortunately, he was able to find fame and fight those demons that almost claimed his life.

Joe Budden told hosts Erin Ashley Simon and Brandon Hall that he has attempted suicide at least five times in his life. “For me, there have been less than five times where I’ve actually attempted suicide,” the rapper said. “That wasn’t in ’03, ’04, ‘Pump it Up’ was out then. But that didn’t mean that the days weren’t dark. That didn’t mean that the suicidal thoughts weren’t there… When I say ’04, that’s when I didn’t really have those thoughts anymore.”

This revelation by Joe Budden just proves that not even gangster rappers are immune to mental illnesses which is a major problem globally. Joe Budden admitted that it wasn’t until after he retired from rap that he became open about his past demons. He said that his openness now would have never happened if he was still signed to Shady Records because he then had a brand to protect. This could perhaps explain why more celebrities, particularly rappers, are not more open about their struggles with mental illness and drug abuse. Watch the full interview below.

Joe Budden – Freestyle

Intro: Styles P (Talking)

Real MC shit you know
Jedi’s on deck pay attention
Fuck y’all niggas talkin’ bout?
Verse 1: Styles P

Lyrical last dragon, acid saliva
Guns are the bars yeah the casket provide it
You can ask a survior, you can ask a supplier
He’s hot headed, he’ll leave you as masses on fire
I’m the ghost rider that’ll kill your ghost writer
Make him OD on heroin, he’s a dope writer
If you had it written don’t you tell me that you spittin’
Imma say you bullshittin’ and go suck a dick
And get a hand gun and stand there and take this ass whippin’
Yeah, I’m 41 but you ain’t got to act dumb nigga
I ain’t got a problem killing 41 young niggas
14 years ago I had 41 guns nigga
I was movin’ work at like 41 slums nigga
Told my nigga Budden we don’t always get along
But one things for sure, we can have a rap discussion
We know we got bars and these little niggas don’t
Let’s lock ’em up, just slaughter ’em, make it look disgusting
Cut from a cloth that God made
Waring in the devils’ land when I want to war knockin’ ‘I Pray’
Could kill MC’s for like 5 days
I’m talkin’ Monday through Friday
Go and pick up then dump ’em on the highway
Yeah, you should know that the ghost here
Space ghost, kill ’em all, then say the coast clear (yeah)

Verse 2: Joe Budden

A nigga vision is so clear
Even through the mystici , keep the pope near
Was big out in L.E.S., this ain’t Joe clear
Gossip gets deaded as soon as it hits Joe’s ear
So the venom is caged, I’m underpaid
I can only give ’em minimum rage
I came up when all they respected is violence
If you know, it’s something to be said in my silence
Only time we vacate is when we left for the islands
Stash in the bathroom, police severed the tiling
Got football numbers when the squad was pinched
Well deserved, we put Eagles in the cars and went
Listen, the fame you can keep
Some niggas became sheep
But before I ever snitch, I refrain from speech
All I hear is niggas talkin’ bout Game and Meek
I’m in the crib thinkin’ this entire game is meek
This shit has changed Ghost
They lowered the understanding
Prisoner of my mind claustrophobic in my mansion
But you and ‘Kiss told me we gon’ make it
Say whatever you want about him he don’t fake it
You rarely see me out, I don’t be most places
In bars it’s still shit that real G’s hold sacred, yeah
That’s probably why they adore me though
Lastly before we go, rest in peace Shawty Lo