Crooked I - Cut You Loose lyrics

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"] Woo! Hello hip-hop, goodbye music It's like a love-hate relationship Riding in the Ferrari while takin trips Compared to beer taking sips Sitting somewhere in a Camaro with racing strips Either way you embrace it Can't no amount of money or lady replace it And after all this rhymin' If I refer to you as a girl n***as'd call this Common I'm through as a fan No disrespect to music, I'm talkin to you as a man How the fu*k is you flossing a Benz? Listening to this n***a Rick Ross dissing Em? Jim Jones dissing Jay? This rap sh** done gone a different way (that's right) I know my lawyers play the lies game It's okay for Soulja Boy to say Nas' name? Nothing but ludicrous answers The game backwards like dancers Shooting on the same dancefloor you grew up and answer To them shooters, now them shooters is dancing fu*k you too! You corny so I gotta cut you loose I looked in my book of rhymes, took the sign I swear I heard a few of my n***a Crooked lines [Verse 2: Crooked I] I got these A&R's heart racing Got them in fear of me sonning they flagship artists for spitting {?} This is bar raisin' I'm raisin' the bar so far trying to look at it's equivalent to star gazin' Think I'd rather be water-boarded (you feel me?) Than to listen to what y'all recorded (for real G) Hell no, I will not support it Rather switch places with the child mom's aborted (k** me) My sk**s be on point like a flying dart Sometimes I feel like the messiah of a dying art A whole other animal, not the kind that departed on the giant ark But a vulture with a lion heart I eloquently breathe fire I speak for the Eastsiders like I got a Long Beach speech writer And I could teach riders how to do they thang So they won't ruin the game for coming off lame We could be birds of a feather, what does it mean? Think about it, that mean I put you under my wing Or I'mma leave this hip-hop thing to all you wack dudes Cut you loose (you're no good I have to) cut you loose Call me a hater when I'm tellin the truth (expect it) SoundScan is unveilin the proof (respect it) Here's somethin you could NEVER dispute The last time I spit a rhyme the roof fell in the booth (I wreck sh**) [Verse 3: Joell Ortiz] Man I feel ruined inside Somebody tell me what to do, I'm a guy That loves music but I am truly through with the vibe Sometimes I wish it was dead, rather than look this stupid alive (word) I found out I been pursuing a lie It's nothing like, what I thought, man the proof's in the pie Cause ain't no pudding in the hood when n***as shoot to survive But what's my single? Ask dude in the suit and a tie Who stole the whip, man? I'm losing my drive I remember when singles used to have cuts on it Nowadays the rewind bu*ton got mad dust on it Can't bring it back if it's wack, when they come back then it's crack I'm fiending for somethin good so I can puff on it Y'all don't even give me a buzz I can't enjoy a gla** of beer if it's really just suds Nothing there but the air in y'all heads Man I'm fed dog, I had it up to HERE (done!) I'm cutting you loose, f**ing abuse I can't believe they in your talks when you discussing the truth These dudes s** and they bad liars This is not what I expected when I was 11 stepping up in rap cyphers (What's goin on?) I thought you had to be mad nice But apparently you could be trash as long as you look good and have ice I ain't complaining, I'm just saying though There's no reason a musician should wanna watch a television Instead of be listening to the radio I'm cutting you loose [Verse 4: Joe Budden] Look, I used to dream of just bein' wit'chu Woulda probably gave whatever to be seen wit'chu On the block on the scene wit'chu And the most beautiful thing wit'chu Is we shared the same pa**ion and I could get cream wit'chu Not a qualm, not a problem, not a single issue Then we started arguing, having single issues Something's off nowadays, you don't seem official SO! {"You're no good I have to cut you loooooose"} I see you with them other artists and it's sickening Everything's changed since we parted, you been different Do whatever for bread boo when you started tricking For real though {"You're no good I have to cut you loooooose"} How you could thug me? If I can't be me when I'm wit'chu, tell me how could you love me? (How you) Get so ugly - eat it, beat it, treat it better than n***as So you still be dying to f** me, baby don't interrupt me! Ain't complete trying to compete but you judge me What you really think of me, you disgust me I 12-step my addict itch So Method Man, you could have that b**h But now she got neighbors against me, still her favorite MC I just hit her hard and she got papers against me It's cool; I get up with you later if meant be Just text them old heads, tell them mate with they memories