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Joe Budden - Cut From A Different Cloth lyrics
Featuring Ab-Soul
 [Intro: Ab-Soul]
 Look at me king
 Look at me king
 Soul
 Kaylin on the couch sleeping
 She wake up she gonna be like damnnnn
 [Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
 Come and spar with a titan
 If you ain't knew it's true I'm Zeus and I marvel at lightning
 What a marvelous sight
 Know the thought is enticing
 Flow stupid like 50 Tyson don't trip with 50 Cent
 I beat em all like Tyson, that's no coincidence
 Ab-Soul, don't forget the hyphen, I might throw a fit
 You think I lived in the Salvation Army but all it is
 Is that we got a new 2Pacalypse Now
 When? Before the apocalypse, wow
 How do you come up with this?
 If you behind Ab, then maybe you can stomach this
 Who could fuck with it?
 I know you got a dick but use your head, bruh
 They sleeping on me by a colony of bed bugs
 Cut from a different cloth and no one knows my thread count
 My mind is like a sword, you'd swore I'd have a hair cut
 Soul and Budden, no discussion
 Joe, you know it's nothing
 Wrote the score, and then I scored, metaphor, and 1
 [Hook]
 I don't know about you, hey, I don't know about them
 I just do what I do, they just do what they can
 They be hating on the man, with a knife in their hand
 Cut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth
 All these niggas on my dick, all these bitches on my balls
 Cut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth
 Middle fingers to the fakers, middle fingers to em all
 [Verse 2: Joe Budden]
 Yall can hold the applause
 I just did what these other niggas was scared to do
 Tell me life is hard, I'll ask what the fuck do you compare it to?
 Quarter on the loose, I'm blessed enough that I can spare a few
 Told me I'd be dead, the fact I'm breathing is a miracle
 Yall got Gollum, listening to all these dudes that yall call lyrical
 Excluding under conclusion
 That you young and you dumb if that's how they appear to youJoe Budden - Cut From A Different Cloth - http://motolyrics.com/joe-budden/cut-from-a-different-cloth-lyrics.html
 I'd be lying if I said your words ain't bother me
 Be lying I ain't think it was trickery or reverse psychology
 I came in on Rakim, watch yall take the bar, yall lowered it
 Won't stay in line like a battered wife, ain't too many spots yall can go with it
 How long yall gonna febreeze manure and think the fans won't notice it?
 Nah, I ain't get angrier, but the chip on my shoulder did
 Not to gloat, if I ain't one of the GOATS
 Ya'll probably missed my track record
 Either that or yall just ain't been keeping track of records
 I just been waiting till that sentiment passed
 Yall ain't even gotta be drunk to feel this genuine draft
 I'm letting Benjamins stack
 Shouldn't be hard to tell if the boy is potent
 I'm the only time you'll see a madman be void of emotion
 Cause they fear me in any cypher the hear me in
 Only rapping with Soul for the outer body experience
 So hats off, y'all fit for this
 But yall the type we laugh at
 I'm way ahead, and when I aim for yours
 Something tells me he won't snap back
 All I ever been was a outcast
 This time in the moment, I moved past that
 But the burner name is Jackson
 And your alias is Baghdad
 It's not a game, try to execute
 2K'D my old bitch, know I keep a ex to shoot
 If anyone tried to do the math they'd probably be mad as fuck
 Said I'd never amount to shit, now they trying to add it up
 [Hook]
 I don't know about you, hey, I don't know about them
 I just do what I do, they just do what they can
 They be hating on the man, with a knife in their hand
 Cut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth
 All these niggas on my dick, all these bitches on my balls
 Cut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth
 Middle fingers to the fakers, middle fingers to em all
 [Outro]
 You niggas is like motherfuckin dollar store cloth nigga
 Fuckin roaches
 And this shit be less than enough
 Yea, like 97 cent tomorrow
 Bag it
 One more again and you 3 niggas is runnin
 We know who you are, MME shit, we on
 And if you call you a goat if you don't rap with em nigga
 Every year it's over, then back
 How sippy black slaughter, nigga








