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by Joe Amato III

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NOT AN AVERAGE JOE: Verse 1: You can call me Joe, Joseph or Giuseppe/ I'm wild, like a character played by Joe Pesci/ So let's see, What other known Joe's I relate with/ I'm famous/ for my game in New York, like Joe Namath// And so they call me Broadway Joe/ Im tryna keep this streak going/ with hits// like Joe DiMaggio/ honor roll flow/ Always making the deans list/ But I'm even meaner than Mr. Mean Joe Greene is/ Scream GO JOE... ACT like you know me/ I Been a soldier since a child, like I ran with Joe Kony/ So lonely at the top/ when you only know winning... RUN shit/ in my Adidas/ peace to Joe Simmons/ PLEASE/ theres no discussion/ you don't need to know NOTHIN/ I 'm not the one to BLOG about beef/ Like Joe Budden/ BELIEVE ME/ I'm not frontin/ you'll see me/ there's no hiding/ I'll take away your privacy QUICK, like Joe Bidden/ I AM... {not an average Joe...} Verse 2: Joe is BACK// Tell em Joey Crack... {ahhhYEAH!}// I OWN the track/ see the world in slow-MO/ This ain't Florence Griffith, it's a different type of Flo JOE/ LOW pro/ mostly cuz I only know action/ Main-tain control/ like I'm old Joe Jackson/ clones actin like their SO tough, Wildin/ BUT I've taken more lives than/ JOSEPH, Stalin// I'm no fool/ Joe Cool over Pro Tools/ old school/ maneuvers/ that HIT/ like Joe Louis/ I'm smokin, like Joe Frazier/ Leave haters with bones broken/ (shit), They must be Smoking DMT/ with Joe Rogan/ No joking/ they always tryna get paid with no luck// And talk about a game they never played/ like Joe Buck/ The same stuff is lame/ but I'm savage with flows/ that's why Joe Amato the 3rd/ is not ya average Joe... NO!
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STILL Hungry 03:08
STILL Hungry: Verse 1: It's been a great life/ and I had a ball/ had it all/ used to tape the music using analog/ everything you've heard ain't even half of the catalog/ every single word will have you shocked, like a cattle prod/ Not even battle rappers rap as hard/ mastered mathematics/ now I'm dishing out the wrath of GOD/ I get the credit like a Visa or a MasterCard/ known to seize the moment/ like the D's/ seize cash and cars/ Appearing legal like I passed the Bar/ Fear no evil/ sleeves cover up my battle scars/ Rhymes infinite/ never running outta bars/ every lines intimate/ colorful like shattered stars/ I've already proven I'm smart/ what I do is misconstrued/ it isn't music, it's art/ ...From the start... Verse 2: YO, I got a fatherly flow/ from the old school/ these dudes don't bother to know/ My words known to cause tension/ like the arch in a bow/ and so I'm always on point when I perform at a show/ I wrote joints in my youth, that are stronger than most/ new songs that I'm hearing don't appear to be close/ So as long, as I'm here/ raise your beer for a toast/ and let's drink to the spirits/ with no fear for the ghost/ Keep my hand on the lever/ for whoever's opposed/ Get the better of the rhetoric however it goes/ ... I even told, 5 percenter's bout the history of Sicily/ they listened, now they look at things a little bit differently... Sit with me and you will see too/ I only speak truth/ and seek proof/ if it was sugar, I'd have a sweet tooth/ I'm a street dude/ I follow street rules/ born to be leader/ never following these weak fools/ I'm a teacher/ but I'm not the type that teach at school/ put together speeches and hope that my message reaches you/ I am militant/ yet I'm peaceful too/ still intent on carrying tradition through to brief the youth/ Every time I breathe in the booth/ I seem to lose my inhibitions/ like I'm drinking for 2/ Two hundred proof/ grain liquor/ makes my brain think quicker/ Use ink to paint pictures when I do what I do/ You want the truth?/ you couldn't even move in my shoes/ let alone walk in em/ you'd be beaten and bruised/ before you turn the first corner/ you could see that you'd lose/ Give me back my Air Jordan's you ain't built for this dude/ My crews hungry/ please believe you could be killed for your food/ I filled a million blank pages and I'm still in the mood... Try to match wits with me/ you'll see what ensues/ it's no secret when I speak so there's no need for no clues.
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THIRD 03:33
THIRD: I take the road less traveled/ see me walk in the mud/ Call me Hurricane Sandy, how I'm causing a flood/ covered in blood/ it's funny cuz it's none of my own/ it comes from dummies who would have the nerve to come in my home/ call me Forrest Gump/ I started out runnin alone/ now I got the world behind me and the sun on my dome/ I'm out to take the crown/ just to put my sons on the throne/ I've built a legacy/ to leave it all for them when they're grown/ I've written these poems/ so they can have me there when I'm gone/ my words will live on/ and ill be looking out from beyond/ while I'm here/ I'm ensuring my impression will last/ because my sons will never learn these type of lessons in class/ it's all math/ I'm adding up my numbers in cash/ moving forward but I always will remember my past// see, I don't know about yours but mines dirty/ break laws and never make it court by 9:30/ rhymes worthy of a place in the charts/ but I'd rather have my words find a place in the hearts/ of real fans who appreciate the placement of art/ like a renovation team/ cuz I'm known to rip a basement apart/ then I start fresh/ razor sharp words that'll scar flesh/ stress has got me on the precipice of hitting armed theft// if I need it then I'm taking it/ by any means necessary/ me and mines is making it/ can't respect the law if the ones in charge are breaking it/ we need come together let EM know that we ain't taking this!/ sick of big brother watching every time I take a piss, sick of politicians telling lies/ I should make a list/ ... I take risks like Snake Pliskin/ tryna keep a safe distance/ from state prison/ formally known as Joe Pimpin'/ cuz I'm known for stabbing women like Orenthal Simpson// If you could take a glimpse in my head/ you'd see that you can find truth in everything that I said/ Id rather walk the walk than talk about the path that I tread/ I'm the type to let my actions do the talking instead// ... so for the people that know Joe/ they know that any opposition shown is a no NO/ I weigh my ounces out to Venti-Ocho/ and did the type of dirt that you don't wash off with GoJo/ Joe - 3 is an OG/ you ain't the man you used to be? Blame it on low T/ you should act like you know me/ or you'll end up in the earth/ 80 inches below me.../ and that's a little over 6 feet/ taking out these birds/ for the shit that they tweet/ shit ain't sweet/ I'm quick to swing, splitting your beak/ when your face and the edges of my fist bones meet/ ... Plus I keep 2 blades/ for cats who wanna face me/ step, and your catching 2 points/ like a safety/ before you try to be hasty/ decide how you wanna try to get home safely// I eat MC's like a rough puff pastry/ flakey soft suckers must be bat shit crazy/ To think a rapper can phase me/ these little shits just play BIG like Gravy... "Baby-baby"/ always rip it like Notorious/ special operations cuz this bastard is inglorious/ so for those living life with NO honor/ I'll lock you in the booth and burn it Down like Sho-shana// you don't want no drama/ cuz I'm known to swing harder/ than the old Bronx Bombers/ Lu Gherig to the dome will cause more than head trauma/ if you getting in my way of going FORWARD like Obama/ ... I do my best to keep my books in tact/ no looking back/ retire me in Cooperstown/ a legend with the wooden bat/ this is excellence your looking at/ Indian giver on the track/ cuz I take it back/ I react like a mad barbarian/ who can't be burned/ like Denerise Targerian/ ... If my glass is half full/ I need a bigger cup/ my mic is like the hammer of Thor, you CAN'T pick it up/ ... I drop bars like a cell phone dead zone/ quick to carve my name in ya headstone/ I'm well known/ The Roman numeral 3/ when you see it/ go ahead and just assume that it's me/ See, You get the feeling when I'm tearing a verse down/ my competition couldn't even last through the first round/ ...They got a lot to say/ but when I see EM in the street/ they sweets makers after Easter/ they wouldn't make a PEEP/ MC's swearing that their fly in some worn out Phat Farm/ Im whole foods fresh/ with my New York cap on/ cats wanna fight/ then I'm gettin my scrap on/ I'm NICE, but I'm a street fighter TOO... no CapCom/
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The Warrior's Code: Verse 1: I got a Warriors soul/ a barbarians heart/ if you ask me to surrender/ I will TEAR YOU APART/ I sever heads/ legs/ arms/ and my blades stay sharp/ first one to charge your brigade like Braveheart/ I read The Art of War, and stay smart/ ready for whatever is in store/ LET THE GAMES START!/ facing Joe, is like your fighting Maximus in Ancient Rome/ battle to the death/ if you're scared/ you better stay at home/ made of flesh and bone/ but I'm a God of THE arena/ from the terror-dome/ to Nassau Coliseum/ theres none meaner/ mixing general aggression with a militant demeanor/ a gladiators training, with the spirit of a leader/ the soul of a soldier, thats all that I know/ I carry weight, on my shoulders so I have to unload/ I know I'm not alone and so this poem is my ode/ to everybody living life by THE WARRIOR'S CODE. Verse 2: NO RETREAT/ no surrender/ No DEFEAT/ no contender/ on the beat or in the street/ can ever see me, so remember/ I'm a BEAST/ not a friend of/ anyone who isn't meant for/ the arena/ me, I'm waiting in the basement/ to be sent up/ then I FEAST/ on the souls of these emcees who think they're better/ I can see em start to freeze/ from the moment that I enter/ I RELEASE/ my aggression/ pay attention/ learn a lesson/ from the Spartacus of artists/ go the hardest in the session/ This is HEAT/ from the best/ so go ahead and pick your weapon/ probably piss ya pants/ when I point the pen in your direction/ when I meet my opposition/ theres no stopping the collision/ stop and listen to the story/ how i CRUSH the competition!/ on a mission to develop a notorious flow/ most these losers making music do it all for the dough/ I know that i'll be walking down a glorious road/ living my lifetime/ sticking by THE WARRIOR'S CODE.
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Caribbean Queen: Verse 1: She walked up/ looking like her jeans were painted on/ Is this the Caribbean queen/ I've been waiting on?/ So fresh/ she was dressed to impress/ although it didn't take much/ she had captured my breath/ for a second I was frozen/ By her big brown eyes/ At the time, what a pleasant surprise/ But from the moment she arrived I felt my life was alive/ I still remember when she told me she was feelin my vibe/ We were Sitting down at Sip and Chat/ Talkin bout this and that/ (The) chemistry was real/ and I knew that she was feelin that/ Finished up my drink and then I asked her to dance/ We headed downstairs/ everybody shot me a glance/ She was the hottest on the dance floor/ What was the chance/ As she moved/ her little batty lookin nice in them pants/ (When) Buju started playing then I made my advance/ She was surprised at the time/ I kept up with her wine/ my hands on her waistline/ I was lost in a trance/ Can this be a true romance?/ To this day it all feels like a beautiful dream/ it's just you and me baby/ Your my CARIBBEAN QUEEN... ::: chorus ::: No- more, love on the run/ No more love on the run... x2 Verse 2: No more, loving on the run now/ I'm done with that life/ I wanna spend my free time/ with my sons and my wife/ I got a diamond/ What I look like/ playing with coal/ I keep my eyes on the future/ not away from my goals/ We the home team baby/ mind, body and soul/ Holding down this family/ Both playing our roles/ We both got a hot temper/ but we stay in control/ It always leads to something else... I'm not sayin it though... Let's keep it clean for the kids/ Teach them all about our cultures and the things that we did/ And if we put our chips together, we can save for this crib/ Nothing crazy/ just a place that's safe for children to live/ Jah knows/ there's no limit to the things I would give/ You bring me joy when I hurt/ make me juice when I thirst/ Cook me food when I'm hungry/ so for better or worse.../ I'm always putting you first/ My night nurse/ Not concerned with a name-brand purse/ (And) So I dedicate this verse... To the woman who will always be the star of my team/ I'm looking forward to tomorrow with my CARIBBEAN QUEEN...
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Murderous 03:37
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Produced by Kenny Truhn Lyrics written and performed by Joe Amato III Harmony written and performed by Ali Amato
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about

This is more than just an album. This is a culmination of ideas and concepts I have had ranging from many years ago, to just recently.
Teaming up with my producer and friend Kenny Truhn, we were able to bring many of these concepts to life in a way that I can only describe as effortlessly natural.
This album contains no big name guest appearances. In fact, the only people featured are my closest friends along with my younger sister.
This album is the definition of myself as both an artist, and a lifelong fan of Hip-Hop music.
I hope you all enjoy listening to this as much as I enjoyed making it.

- III

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released November 17, 2014

"Real Hip-Hop" produced by Sun7 for Exile Productions 2010

All other tracks produced by Kenny Truhn

All tracks mixed and mastered by Kenny Truhn

Recorded 2/14 - 9/14 at The Music Palace in West Hempstead, NY

All lyrics (except where otherwise noted) written and performed by Joe Amato III

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