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Not An Average Joe
02:12
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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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2. |
STILL Hungry
03:08
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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
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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
02:10
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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
02:36
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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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7. |
Murderous
03:37
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9. |
BROLIC featuring BDB
04:00
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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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Joe Amato III New York
My name is Joe Amato III.
Thank you for listening...
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