[Joell Ortiz:]
Boom, boom, boom, boom - guess who stepped in the room
It's sixth day of July and eighty out of the womb
When they ask ya who the best I would assume
Y'all would say me, I don't walk in this booth without a spoon
Anyone who make a mistake could be replaced
And get ate like the light when you jet from Jake
I come up with that shit you would never create
Y'all paying DJs to host your very edible tape
I'm a Great White, y'all looking like incredible bait
And I'm really trying my best to hold my head and just wait
For my turn, but how much can a gentleman take?
Before he flips and just spits a little phlegm in your face
Errrday I'm in the gym, got my regiments straight
Put on the gloves and I'll give y'all some leather to taste
Kick your ass, but for now I'm a kick this verse
[Verse 1:]
I remember how I felt when your tape dropped
Like 'how the hell can't find a song that ain't hott'
Strong voice, your delivery is unmatched
Your metaphors made it sure that you run rap
Gucci sweater with the Kango hats
When you was clubbin lumberjack with the hat to match
When you was thuggin, to this day I listen back to your tracks
Like you was buggin
Felt like strangling that faggot ass nigga who threw the slug in
And murked the king
Probably some jerk who wasn't worth a thing
You gave the ladies all them words to sing
Gave the hustlers commandments to live by
My how the time has wizzed by
I know your proud of Jay, he a big guy
Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
Now it's Xbox 360, Playstation on the hip
But when it comes to this game
Ain't a damn thing changed
Damn that man blew out an early flame... cause your still the man
[Chorus:]
Your candle burned out
Way before your legend ever lived
I'll see to it that you live
Talking bout you to the kids
Like this man right here handled his biz
Anybody who heard him knows what it is
(Blew out too soon)
[repeat]
[Verse 2:]
You wrote my favorite song of all-time
Whoever pulled the trigger on you had a small mind
Cause see this dude right here was a lot more than rap
I guess he was over ya'll head like a bad quarterback
Not mine, when I got signed I dwelled on what he spoke
Rhyme for the bitches the niggas want what the bitches want end quote
Ain't nobody better at putting emotion on the track
It's well understand why you cause commotion when you rap
Man you had the juice
Some people think that you lied, you never died, and you back in the booth
Man how I wish that was the truth
Because with you back in town... we could lead this game back to it's roots
We sincerely miss you
The whole world wished every one of them shells clearly missed you
Brenda's baby havin babies, now I'm fed up
I'll address this one though, you keep your head up
[Talib Kweli:]
Cutting niggas down like the Amazon, for posin like the cameras on ambush it with Joell Ortiz getting my Spanish on, Yo tengo ambre we eating money it's Nathan a freak in these congregations speaking the conversation with people who facing Satan I bring em the word of God, my observation's disturbing my words'll murder your squad. I pull the trigger with my tongue grab your Bible like Brigham Young spit fire my brain is a bigger gun I'm from Brooklyn where I'm from we call a nigga son, it's cause we shinin through the night break out the flashlight you must be on a short flight cause you pack light behave man I beat up cavemen with stalagmites get up and fight you too tired for another round they say I'm worshiping the devil cause I run this town now let me run it down and raise the stakes like a porterhouse with one fourth of the Slaughterhouse
[Joell Ortiz:]
The most exquisite, so gifted more like a wizard, I spit it a frigid blizzard of lyrics, what I exhibit'll finish you lil midgets, in minutes you'll all diminish for mimicking my image I'm the sickest nigga forget it, you'll never be near as clever or better every letter will sever your metal or medulla whatever you fellas are feathers don't measure up well with a heavy medicine pedaler incredible Pelle leather rocking Hip Hop Federer serving em every word got a purpose murderous verses emerging beneath the surface like volcanoes I burn every person on Earth should be nervous become servants and worship the permanently perfect version of merciless Copernicus I was sent from the stars an astronomer found my bars a kilometer off of Mars near Andromeda a phenomena no common thermometer's able to monitor my temperature the pressure'll crush your barometer
[Brother Ali]
[Intro: Sample Of Lil' Fame]
Sing Like Bilal!
[Joell Ortiz (Sample Of Lil' Fame):]
Uh! Uh! Y-Y, Y-Y-Y-YAOOOWWWWW!
J-J-Joell Ortiz, yeah (Sing-Sing like Bilal!)
Oh! Aiyyo Flex I got the kite, I was tuned in saturday night
Heh heh! You hear these guys?! (Sing-Sing like Bilal!)
[Verse 1:]
You remove the big label that be backin them (Uh)
The moistened nine, ice the fake platinum
And bring it back to rap I will flatten them
I'm the best across the board like Tat and 'em
New York, If you feelin like me then you tired
Of listenin to liars, wishin it was fire
But none of them is hot not the flicker of a lighter
I'm about to blow up in they face Richard Pryor
Your industry buzz ain't valid on the streets loser
We don't care about them mags and them weak rumors
Your secret wack parties with free hookah
Ev'rybody walkin 'round tryin to be cooler
Nah! See I be where they keep ruegers
You ain't got to be in beefs the police shoot ya
The ox will give ya a I'll buck fifty
New rappers is cool but we still bump Biggie (Baby)
I walk and perfects with a I'll one with me
Fitted to the side on my Brooklyn shit
No V.I.P. I ain't shook for shit
I'm at the bar like afrter push ups and dips
As for this mic they don't want nothin (Why?)
'Cause I eat 'em for breakfast, oatmeal cornmuffins
Lil' insects y'all all buggin
Flex I got you, next time I'll call up and record somethin
[Chorus: DJ Premier scratchin]
W-When you hear-W-W-When you heard me rewind me
From the city where niggas known for puttin in work ("Xzibit")
I-I-I-I make 'em nervous, I do it on purpose ("LL Cool J")
W-When you hear-W-W-When you heard me rewind me
From the city where niggas known for puttin in work ("Xzibit")
This here serious ("Erick Sermon")
Sing-Sing like Bilal! ("Lil Fame")
[Verse 2:]
Check, I see your mouth movin, but you ain't sayin nothin
Ya boy's speakers all heat like my neighbor's oven
If I'm ANYWHERE near a mic, then I'm claimin somethin
I can't resist "The Temptation", David Ruffin
Hah! Who feelin froggy? Hop, kiddo!
I see to it Miss Piggy is a chopped widow
Before I saw gwap from Joell features
I had the corner on lock, Darrelle Revis
It's so I treat rap like coke, bet it
You want lines, gimme mines, homie no credit
Y'all was hyped about homes like, no sweat it
He turned out to be a "Bus", Jerome Bettis
I'm on my chiro shit now, "back" at it
Steady spittin that crack, I'm a crack addict
The belt sittin on my wiast, take a crack at it
[Joell Ortiz:]
One plus one ain't always two
It's one me, one music we want and it's wonderful
That's why I still get upset when y'all wonder who
Is the best, I'm in the flesh, mic check, one, two
I said "Is this thing working? Do y'all not hear me? "
Like err website keep they dot-com near me
I'm on the playlist in these kid's iPods
Fuck execs, all their interns think I'm hard
I don't go up to radio to talk
So lose the questions, bring up a beat and I'll freak New York
Make you wanna go to the roof and clamp the heat you bought
Cause you be pumped like the feet on the skeets I tossed
They say "Me, I'm more", I say "Me, not yours
But me like your culo so me want more"
And they know the routine, we ain't gotta rehearse
When I hit the ground
Looking like a mosquito
I got you burning
I'm the big head mojito
I don't need to read it
When I say
You ain't really... all that stuff
You go and crack the guns
I heard about it enough
Hey yo... are you really gonna sign...
Take that
I'm the...
Tattoo up in a whit white...
... I forgot to feed her better go
Put some money on it
Daddy ain't love the...
I'm over... concrete
... gonna hurt when I beat
Whoever whenever
Put some money on it
If your... is good might get heavy on it
... up the hood on a Chevy...
Poppy got it... like Grizzly hair
Black and white TVs please be clear
... I'm the man for New York...
All... in my new wardrobe
... I'll be by myself
Think of something sweet
Never been waxed
So that ain't one of issues
Take my bread
And take care of my pistols
Cause if I open a break
You can see on crystal
... trust me...
Profit is gorgeous
Stay off the phone
Cause calls are recorded
... try to be a diamond in the game?
I've been one
Kill the niggers with the flow
H1N1 you ain't get... Than one
... drug dealers he ain't come
... since you're hating...
Never trust niggers with a...
... machine guns
I don't need any gun...
Easy dog
We'll be bored
[Intro:]
Uh. Slow the music down just a tad
[Nas:] "The projects"
[Flava Flav:] "Bwoyyyy"
Uh. Yeah. That sound good right there
Joell Ortiz. Yaowa! Premier what up man? Uh
"The projects"
[Verse 1:]
God damn it, I done did it again
I swear them cameras flash every time I pick up a pen
What y'all spit sugar coated, I be spittin' that phlegm
Cause where I come from, little dudes got guns bigger than them
And crack heads smoke anything that fit in that stem
And little girls do grown men just to sit in that Benz
I'm from the projects boy (what)
I'm from the projects boy (what)
If you're not from there listen close I drop some knowledge boy
Night, time you hear thunder from the hottest toy
If you upstairs you sayin' prayers hopin' it's not your boy
With police around, it ain't just to lock you up (naw)
They hope somethin' look like a gun so they can pop you up
See me, I play it smooth like a hockey puck
If I ain't writin', I'm in the room with a stocky slut
It ain't friendly outside
Cause like 'rybody po' for that doe you can go
Let me let 'rybody know this
[Chorus: scratch]
"Now this here is for the projects"
[Flava Flav: ] "Bwoy! "
"Now this here is for the projects"
[Royce Da 5'9":] "It's wrong or not"
[Royce Da 5'9":] "This is rap"
[Royce Da 5'9":] "That's all you got"
[Verse 2:]
See where I come from
Motherfuckers get home from up top
And the kids they used to send to the store own the spot
And them young boys don't give a what if you old or not
We talkin' lizard shorty shit and he will roast your knot
While you was gone, he got it on and moved that dope and rock
But before them roosters cock-a-doodle-do he post the block
Yeah that's a projects boy (what)
Yeah that's a projects boy (what)
If you ain't from here listen close I'll drop some knowledge boy
Snitchin'?
We don't allow that
Man, you tell and you dead
The repercussion be disgustin'
Put Joell in the Fed
Somebody clothes and shottie smoke till their melon is red
In the streets my name hold weight like elephant legs
I'm a projects boy
Crooper's P's be here
They let me in and now it's locked like pezzy hair
Oh you don't get it?
Let's please be clear
It's like I went celibate
Cause ain't nobody fuckin' with Ortiz this year
[Chorus: scratch]
"Now this here is for the projects"
[Flava Flav:] "Bwoy! "
"Now this here is for the projects"
[Royce Da 5'9":] "It's wrong or not"
[Royce Da 5'9":] "This is rap"
[Royce Da 5'9":] "That's all you got"
[Verse 3:]
Man, I love where I'm from
You can call it the hood
Call it the ghetto, call it the gutter, call it the slum
I'm callin' it home
That's where I roamed all my life
This trouble is all I know so that's all I write (listen)
My family my friends, we are not all alright (nope)
So when I pick up this mic, I rhyme with all of my might
I'm from the projects boy (what)
I'm from the projects boy (what)
If you ain't from there, listen close, I'll drop some knowledge boy
See I ain't got to listen close
You make a lot of noise
I hear your whole conversation
Every word
The project walls thinner than my Blackberry Curve
When I was young my moms and pops got on my every nerve
With all that arguin'
Until that check hit
And them food stamps held them down like a tec clip
Then daddy made an exit
Mommy couldn't accept it
In and out the crib for that next hit
That project shit nigga
[Chorus: scratch]
"Now this here is for the projects"
[Flava Flav:] "Bwoy! "
"Now this here is for the projects"
[Royce Da 5'9":] "It's wrong or not"
[Royce Da 5'9":] "This is rap"
[Joell Ortiz:]
Hey Premier, this thing right here's for you
For so many years, you gave niggas' ears the flu
With them sick-ass drums and them nasty loops
The one and only, had 'em stepping in they khaki suits
It's unbelievable, emcees act like they don't know
So I'm gonna take 'em down memory lane - I got you, yo
Salute my nigga; he's a downtown swinga
Gave us blood, sweat, and tears 'cause he seen the big picture
And me, I'm on the come up, so when I be on the mic
Shit is real, my friend - I go hard like that white
Bring it on, handle your business
None of y'all better come get me
I'm a rap phenomenon, Pele lover
Yay fit, brain sits in a New York state of mind
I'm so ghetto; when this was dying, who played the front line with hip hop?
A million and one questions bloom
Who the fuck is Joell Ortiz? Then I looked up, then boom!
I'm mister fresh air, the savior, the golden child
The new crack with the soul of the oldest vial
What you think I got this movement in motion for?
I'm hot, like sand furthest from the ocean shore
You can search long and hard - ain't no vocal flaws
Every one of my punchlines give you a broken jaw
Well, I hold it more; I'm supposed to score
And you're supposed to sit on the bench like your toes is sore
I'm a product of the stuff that I was raised around
Rapped over this 'cause it's my project's favorite sound
Boom! At night, they have fun with the lead
Same shots that woke me probably put someone to bed
I'm a come clean - it's sad, probably something was said
Just to get a rep, and now another brother is dead
This shit is wack to me, another tragedy
[Chorus:]
Listen, one shot, two shots, three shots oh!
Got us right to the morgue.
Four shots, five shots, six shots, Gees
That's for the wife and the kids!
I don't care about the money or the shit on your chest,
Niggers get killed for less!
And all that shit you've been talking,
Man we ain't impressed,
Niggers get killed for less!
... in a high definition,
You could probably find me on the big screen...
Ain't this a bitch, man...
And all the dirty done, how the fucking it gets solved, nigger?
Get in line, I'm a... on the table,
... make the competition hate you,
A couple guys on the block now they wait you,
... to pull the trigger if I say shoot.
One shot, two shots, another nigger down,
See us searching but it's face is getting down, nigger.
See this crazy on the streets it's the Bronx, nigger
You hear the shots fire but police won't respond.
Where we are from niggers,..
... your little sister right out in your face, nigger
Niggers getting hot for twenty years still thirsty.
I guess...
Now that's what I'll call...
Get it?
Who else but cocaine and... could have been my...
Life is for the living, get a chauffeur,
Find yourself a bitch that the money...
We set murder, use a victim, boy!
If that ass gets flashy, we'll stick it boy!
[Chorus:]
Listen, one shot, two shots, three shots oh!
Got us right to the morgue.
Four shots, five shots, six shots, Gees
That's for the wife and the kids!
I don't care about the money or the shit on your chest,
Niggers get killed for less!
And all that shit you've been talking,
Man we ain't impressed,
Niggers get killed for less!
So don't die over nothing, like... your ass,
Cause on my block I was the doc before...
I had to...
See... this ain't no fabrication,
Never called me back, I filled so many applications,
Watching these corny niggers come back, that was aggravation,
So I hit the corner, told them, bit it like they masturbated.
I thought they had the patience,
... it took too long to respond, so I had to...
He told me my dreams; they had to stay imagination,
Clear my... from my graduation.
... screw my diploma, I'm going, but I can't...
College is holic, cause every grade I had is amazing,
It was school books and school looks when I passed the...
School girls are like I'm a girl, look who this bastard is...
Long story short, man I have these... hate me,
I come from a place where you get your...
And a brook with the only thing shooks on a stove marinates you
So when they say congratulations,
Over to respect my paddy's game,
No, I'm not going back!
I'm aiming like:
[Chorus:]
Listen, one shot, two shots, three shots oh!
Got us right to the morgue.
Four shots, five shots, six shots, Gees
That's for the wife and the kids!
I don't care about the money or the shit on your chest,
Niggers get killed for less!
And all that shit you've been talking,
Man we ain't impressed,
Yeah, what we doing here?..
When get your money, get you... right,
I say it was real, fuck that lamb [?] life,
All these haters, they don't want it
All these haters know I'm on it
And I got them like eeoo,
And now they're lie oo [x2]
Yeah, you niggers think this is a game
See you smellin my face,.. turn me up
Pro go out on my base, these motherfuckers go
I crack cocaine in the 80's I got a flow
I wreck so crazy you play with me adios
Hommie I'm a second coming
This ain't the first time I've been on a record bugging
Show enough won't be the last I'm just getting started
You... no furniture, no big apartment
I ain't no rap nigger, I'm a nigger that rapping
I could scrap nigger, don't get your look at me is crack
... widow, I'm street to the night power
Walking in parks one deep with the light power
I'd blind if I told that you my boss made you
But I walk in and pick the blood that I'm a fuck later
Club... becomes garbage for the dutch people
I see you watching, waddup nigger?
When get your money, get you... right,
I say it was real, fuck that lamb [?] life,
All these haters, they don't want it
All these haters know I'm on it
And I got them like eeoo,
And now they're lie oo [x2]
Somebody said this roomie was better, I guess he lied
I'm... locked 25 to life
When I rifle the ground's shaking
... get the town baking
I'm not your average piece, I can't stomach yo, make my abs get weak
Extra nauseous from the... who speaks, so drop your pen
You're not a friend, makes me have to grab you creeps
I'll count to ten, one, two late bastards, look at you shush
... packets, you know the situation, I'm not intimidated
Cold dog, flow like the frigging...
You tryin to bring it back, I just try to bring it
You got them Red Bull,.. you just kinda wing it
Like the butter knife get em gonna cut it
When get your money, get you... right,
I say it was real, fuck that lamb [?] life,
All these haters, they don't want it
All these haters know I'm on it
And I got them like eeoo,
And now they're lie oo [x2]
You're... look around, ain't nobody is hiding
If you know body...
If you're somebody I turn you to the first nigger
I'm the worst nigger, call me... nigger
The bodies are drop,
My team really bought it hommie,..
You're a bitch, price shit you know your party is squat
This rap music is my new hustle, I won't play it to post it
With a few bundles, I'm on the ground all the time with the 9 niggers headin on shit
Ya weak man this is sweet like an egg nog...
Every word that I speak is like a... out of the pound
Yeah birds I hear tweet like words after a pound
Say my name and I'm a put you in your place you know, not a song
I'm a come see you and punch you in your face
Blame Brooklyn, cause that's why I put up
You pulling I'm above the room
When get your money, get you... right,
I say it was real, fuck that lamb [?] life,
All these haters, they don't want it
All these haters know I'm on it
And I got them like eeoo,
[Freestyle over Lloyd Bank$ & Juelz Santana's: "Beamer, Benz Or Bentley" beat.]
[Chorus: Joell Ortiz]
Nissan, Honda, Chevy! - Nissan, Honda, Chevy!
Nissan, Honda, Chevy! - My stash is never empty,
Baby Nissan, Honda, Chevy! - Nissan, Honda, Chevy!
Nissan, Honda, Chevy! - The-the D's will never get me!
[Joell Ortiz:]
In my Hoopty I be swurvin'! (err!) - The public who I'm servin'
Boost phones forever chirpin', I be out there puttin work in. (c'mon!)
Know them dirty boys lurkin', if they nab then it's curtains
So when I'll go see a person, I spend the blocks so I'm certain,
And that it's cool! - I'm no fool, see Raul is more than reckless
So I meet him when it's busy at that Meek or Morgan exit!
Off that BQ B-B-B-B-B-B-BQE near Mickey D, (oh!)
And occasionally treat myself to a nice little fish and cheese. (whoo!)
I'm really-really in the street! - Benig broke's my enemy
Teachers said I'm dumb but I dropped out and I know chemistry! (aahh!)
I make that soft get hard! (hard!) - And meet my homie Pito
In the parkin lot of Home Depot off Northen Boulevard! (c'mon!)
I got my route down packed! - I'm about my stacks!
And my mouth don't chat, I let my 'bout 'bout clap. (boo!)
But I ain't with that though, I'm tryna get that dough (yeeahh!)
"Beamer, Benz Or Bentley" I don't know, I stay low in that...
[Chorus: Joell Ortiz (Jim Jones interlude in the background)]
Nissan, Honda, Chevy! - Nissan, Honda, Chevy!
Nissan, Honda, Chevy! - My stash is never empty!
Baby; Nissan, Honda, Chevy! - Nissan, Honda, Chevy!
Nissan, Honda, Chevy! - The-the D's will never get me!
[Interlude: Jim Jones]
'Ey Ortiz!
I know a nigga that could put a stash on anything... on my mama!
Hey! Y'all know I had to jump on this!
You know I stay low, tinted up!
Jones!
[Jim Jones:]
I remember gettin' soup when I first had the Acc (I remember!)
It was the '97 Coupe I didn't know how to act. (turn on 'em!)
When Juju did the stash the body shop on Jerome (74th!)
Way before the boost, I had the flip mobile phone! (right!)
Before that it was the beeper (whoo!) - had one "Streetsweeper"
We all cut class so we hardly knew the teacher!
When The Rink was really hot! (alright) - Rockin' minks was really hot! (I remember!)
We was on the car waggers wasn't thinkin' about a drop. (okay!)
Now I scoop you in the charger drop you off in the 'Ghini
Let you out on the corner right before your boyfriend see me. (and?)
Keep a low vehicle (right!) - when I'm low speedin through
And I'm sccopin' up your hoe they don't know that it is you. (Jones!)
Used to watch my uncle do it! (yeah!) - Scoop 'em up in the Buick (and?)
One chick Delores turned fiend she was gorgeous. (where?)
Speakin about cars I think we still got a Taurus
I ain't 'gon mention 'bout the color, cause it's still takin orders (FUCKER! GO!)
[Chorus: Joell Ortiz (Jim Jones)]
Nissan, Honda, Chevy! (and?) - Nissan, Honda, Chevy! (and?)
Nissan, Honda, Chevy! (and?) - My stash is never empty baby!
Nissan, Honda, Chevy! - Nissan, Honda, Chevy!
Nissan, Honda, Chevy! - The-the D's will never get me!
[Interlude: Jim Jones]
I, I hope you got your registration!
You, you know...
[Chorus:]
I... I've been going crazy
Working past midnight
Hold on that train
So I let down my trash.
I can't complain
I'm not going to give up
Until the whole world knows my name!
I hate the sound of an alarm clock
I have to get myself up while is still dark.
I can't sleep waiting on the damn train
Last week I almost quit and pop the champagne
To celebrate that I no longer have to struggle
But I get in; in fact I stayed longer and did a double.
I feel like a sell out!
All of my Niggers are hostiles
And my children are getting on me now
And are getting struggle.
So every day I report to this mean guy
I call him boss; swallow my pride when he screams high.
The same work the same ten minute break
The same money is for taxes to the Feds and the State.
The same amount of bills still sitting in the mail
The same elevator full of pee smell
The same TV shows at night while I'm in bed
So this place...
[Chorus]
I... take the comments from the haters
I don't see the big deal
Should they say he's dumb?
I can't believe they say it's energy is the same as pun
He ain't ask for that release...
Ya all crazy ya all listen to the words
Can an adjective describe the noun sitting with the verb?
I'm bigger than the bird
I'm hip-hop's new blackberry.
Yo Niggers still...
But the... like a... that hit the curb.
When they finish with the brick
They couldn't listen to you herbs
You're painful like junk food sitting in the...
So when they say you're top ten
Hell ya! Don't get disturbed!
I turn the MTV and the Cribs it's just observed
And ain't got no money like...
But it won't be long before I'm living in the burgs
Cause I work hard I pray and I'm...
[Chorus:]
I've been a desert I feel like a hundred and forty two old
I wanna chill with the baseball
But I have a...
These backpacks feel heavy when you wanna...
Moving our spot to Afghanistan
Damn I miss my men!
What's the peace about?
I see them sot and screaming and then my dream stops.
The food is extra trash so I ain't eat a lot
But I won't give...
Or pizza shot or snickers... or...
While I'm in the block I wonder...
And...
I'm four and a half hours after
Now it's three o'clock
I've been killing kids in these fricking blocks.
They say you sleep better every time you do a wright thing
Oh yes?
This must be wrong
I'm awake these thoughts are...
[Intro:]
Alright! Whassup my nigga?
You say your name is John?
[Joell Ortiz:]
Joell Ortiz
Yeah yeah I know I'm familiar with the interview shit
I know what you gon' ask
I got you, don't even stress it
No I don't respond with answers that fit a script
So the repetition'll make a nigga flip
We in the game of smoke and mirrors, those engineerin a bigger spliff
Blowin circles out they mouth, gettin praised but the shit'll shift
I never lived a myth, if I said it I did it
Never alleged, word to dead I grip the fifth (boom!)
I made my housing tenement a strip, movin medicine and nicks
When I seen 'em comin I jetted from them pricks (ohh!)
And still to this day though she clean I wish my mommy never sniff
But the hurt is makin me better with this gift (look)
I'm live with this ink you could, die in a blink and
Y'all got the nerve to ask me why do I drink and
Motherfucker sometimes I cry when when I think and
Y'all ain't there when them tears bein dried by the sink (damn)
It was cold in the winter, my community centers who gave me dinner
I ain't mind, my table chairs gave me splinters (haha!)
Set up to be loser but was made to be a winner (look)
If they paint hip-hop I bet my face be in the picture
If they wrote a rap bible bet my name be in the scriptures
If shorty say I'm her idol bet her face be in my zipper (woo!)
I came a long way from the staples in my scrilla
Stains on my pants, hardly had a gut
The ladies ain't wanna dance so house parties would suck
All my friends on the wall, I'm in the hall with a couple
Nah I ain't complainin, just tellin y'all what it is
So if y'all goin through it now just know that another kid
Made somethin outta nothin, well I'm frontin, I was never nothin
Older ladies used to tell my mother "Ain't he somethin? "
I look at a lot of you cats and laugh
Cause I'm the shit man, and y'all ain't even passin gas
When I spit I'm the definition of mastered craft
And all y'all ask about is Aftermath – motherfucker move on!
Move on...
Move on...
Move on...
[Joe Budden:]
L-look, look; I gotta give my own interview
Since niggaz that do my interviews focus on whatever's miniscule (like!)
Or paint me as a cynical, but the canvas'll limit you (dawg)
You can't go beyond what there's no limit to
If I think hip-hop is dead I think it's bein revived
And that comes from me being inside
Where the demons get by, see 'em good-bye
If I'm anemic here's why, come from hearin and seein ve-nomous lies (oh!)
So the beast in me cried, cause when it's all you hear
Shit get old repaired, just when the obey near
And so I try to think straight cause when you stare in the rear
Rest in peace, do as you care, nigga yeah!
I'm on another label, not that other label
That mean it's no longer my problem, it's theirs
Some say it's a conspirac'
I say if e'rybody's on the throne, that just more motive to kill the heir
Ask me 'bout "Pump it Up" and I'm a think you SHEEP
Or you must not know I'm DEEP!
I'm so off of music so y'all could SoundScan every week
Me? I just got my lil' man every week
Jersey City loves me despite y'all beliefs (why?)
Cause they was baby steppin, I showed 'em how to leap (ohh!)
Ask me about swag - I'm a change the topic
To lyrics in them raps, plus look at you like a fag
I love e'rybody, don't ask 'bout who I beef with
They burned the bridge but they was standin underneath it
I'm on my grind, Benjamin Hutton
Was old since I was young, call me Benjamin Button
And stop usin slang just for you to be cool
Cause I go BACK to when it was cool to be you
I'm a hero (nah) no I mean I'm here oh
For heroes, y'all chase zeroes
Muh'fucker I just got finished hatin ME feelin like a zero
They played DeNiro, never been there though
So before your next thought, understand
Know it's MUCH more to me than the man
Either that or move on
Yeah, move on
Keep out trouble (ya mean?)
Good around here
Muh'fucker move on
Don't ask me 'bout no old shit
No choice, either that, or you could move on
It's, it's (mic check one-two one-two)
DJ GI Joe rock that..
The 13th amendment
(...they say nothing wrong
A change is gonna come -
You know and I know
You know that I know
I know that you know that something's gotta change is gonna come ...)
(bridge)
First you clean his hands from top to bottom
Grand afferents then wash him, then you go pick the cotton
Listen y'all I'm tired man, I swear (I've been running)
For so long trying to be strong with you (I've been running)
I'm exhausted (Ohh yeah)
My feet hurt (I don't...)
Wanna run no more (I don't....)
Wanna run no more (I don't know what's a bed)
They said (a change is going)
WHEN (a change is going)
WHEN (a change is going (...) everyday)
(Joell Ortiz:)
Ain't nothing changed except the chains
That restraining our physical frame
Mentally we still living the same
Its lock down
They knock down the Towers to raise tax
Anything they burn we pay back
I live in the hood; you'll never bump into Pat Seajack
But we spin the wheel every time we chill
Cuz cops hate blacks, and Hispanics they draw gats
And just slam it before the ask where your hand is
I don't see how a wallet can be mistaken for a cannon
~So please don't let em play us no more
In everyway I'm ready, willing, and able to war
Like any day I could pop I'd be in the front
Like, please let the force be with me in this pump
Housing want me to work cuz I'm still on my mom's lease
Threatening to raise the rent if I don't pick up them park leaves
Ain't nothing in this world for free
But somehow they got us fooled that this world is free
(chorus: Joell Ortiz)
THIS IS MODERN DAY SLAVERY
YOU SEE (yes)
CARRY I.D. (yes)
WATER IS A FEE (yes)
THIS AIN'T HOW IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE MAN (I've been running)
For so long trying to be strong with you (I've been running)
I'm exhausted (Ohh yeah)
My feet hurt (I don't...)
Wanna run no more (I don't....)
Wanna run no more (I don't know what's a bed)
They said (a change is going)
WHEN (a change is going)
WHEN (a change is going (...) everyday)
(Immortal Technique:)
Our people are the product of genocide and slavery
Everything in the ghetto was how it was made to be
Designed in a process, Prison Industrial Complex
Niggaz transformed into numbers and objects
We pay the devil rent for living in hell
Cuz the projects was built on the spot where Lucifer fell
Incarcerated knowledge heavy weight (Heavy Nigga)
Every black man should read through the Romany Chapter 28
~Cursed in the city like we're cursed in the field
Cursed on the border, and cursed by the New World Order
Our sons and daughters were stolen by another people
_ end of the Earth, land of the Eagle
This is the sequel to the prophecy
Freedom when peaceful then violent is my philosophy
I built an army, now I'm gonna build a nation
The foundation of a new civilization
And overthrow the plantation
(chorus: Immortal Technique)
MODERN DAY SLAVERY SEE? (yes)
IT WAS DESIGNED TO BE (yes)
PATRIOT ACT 3 (yes)
Just wait young nigga you'll see (I've been running)
For so long, my people been strong, but yo (I've been running)
I'm exhausted (Ohh yeah)
My heart hurts (I don't...)
But I'm gunning them more (I don't....)
But I'm gunning them more (Fuck them, niggas!)
I said, we gotta make em (a change is going)
We gotta make em (a change is going)
Quick motherfucker (lock and load)
Immortal Technique
Joell Ortiz
Harlem, Brooklyn
You know what it is nigga, the rebirth of the Young Lords
Coming soon motherfucka
You sleep and you die nigga...
Y'all know who I is
Marijuana Man!
Yaowa
[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
Ok, I got the best pot in town
But before you get with me, boy
I want you to shop around
So when you come back this way
You know you dealing with that piff
I'm a king of the spliffs
No ands, buts or ifs
It's them magazine haze from down MIA
I got 5 G's a P, don't worry what I pay
Put your 20′s in a bag
Slide your 50′s in a jar
Made niggas could move hundreds
If they hustled up to par
I drive a nice car off the strength of that plant
Just breaking up a bud'll have your fingers all damp
I'm Ray? treated like dope
And have my shit stamped
Call it [?] everything I love all you need is one bud
To fuck up your camp
On the grind all the time
Y'all be knowing my steez
Environmentalists be hating how I'm moving them trees
But I can't stop, that pot keep knots in my pocket
Unless I get shot or knocked, y'all not gon knock it
Who I'm is?
[Hook: x2]
Marijuana man, high as a Marley man
20 in my right, nice philly in my other hand
I'm a hustle man, I'm just tryna double, man
Stack a couple hundred grand
Keep everybody puffing man
[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]
I got it all colors
What kind of smoke are you trying to do?
Looking for something sweet and smooth?
Right this way: I'll show you them blues
The best part about this, go ahead and toss it on that scale
That this only a.7, this bud is puffy as hell
Want something a little stronger?
I got something that'll hurt you
Follow me over here – see that right there?
Yeah, that's that purple
The bud's a little tighter
And I"m sure you're smelling fumes
It tastes just like it smells and that high?
It packs a peww, now this fella right here
He's both fluffy and he's right
His nickname is "Albino", he's a rhino and he's white
I'd leave him in a jar so they could see him and get hyped
Cause he's drenched in THC
Looks like a tree with Christmas lights
And last but not least: he's plain green
But he can push! Grand-daddy of them all
Look at his swoosh, they call his "Kush"
Now it costs a little more – but my oh my will this one go
And so there you have it bro
Last thing left it get this dough
Who I is?
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Joell Ortiz]
You can dabble with the other stuff
And made a lot of paper
But a couple guys I knew got hit with numbers like the Raiders
Real stand-up dudes, they ain't even mention a player
So I switched hustles – cash ain't as fast
But it's much safer
I'm in and out of state
Without even half of the risk
A weed case is like a bracelet
Little slap on the wrist
But enough about getting locked
Cause ain't nobody getting caught
Everybody getting guaped
The whole world smoking pot, baby!
Check, got me ready to stop looking
I don't found it all on a back block in brooklyn
In front of line in [?] she cookin I [?]. round
She laugh and say I need help with these bags
Say no more I grabbed up like one I could grab
Exchange names and picked it on a way that [?]
Made a confy enough to tell me all the pain that she has
Single more baby pop chasing the cash
They ran up in spot in va with the mess
[?] on a date that he pass say kids and have a [?] with the [?]
So damn all day that I've had in the [?] and at night
The tears have a faith taking the bath
You got all the stuff [?] you said
I would love to make you smile he's a number of [?]
[Chorus:]
Yeah 'cause once upon a time in [?] life
Can I one who show me with you love like [?]
Is a story and don't' matter if they get it
Every chat that I let you know if you with it
From beginning to the end of love story remember.
So I got this [?] cup from the night I'm in the north side sipping it up
I give a phone call private I ain't' picking this up
I ignore when I finish kicking with this slut
And my phone rang again I started to press no
Some told not to so I pressed yes: hello
That's when the softest voice chills up my spun
Hey you what's up you just came across my mind
Came across your mind you ain't' never [?]
I should have trapped the one [?] on the [?]
Anyway what's up it's only half past nine
Get dressed I come get you let's do a g; ass of wine
She said I love you but I can't find the [?]
[?] wine I's rather do with liquor
What's up do you ate I got your name bricking on the [?]
That's what I told girl I got escaped.
[Chorus:]
Yeah 'cause once upon a time in [?] life
Can I one who show me with you love like [?]
Is a story and don't' matter if they get it
Every chat that I let you know if you with it
From beginning to the end of love story remember.
So that when recorded the plan
No I don't kiss [?] I'm a grown ass man [?]
Just know that I'm together [?] and she smell
[?] and my sons playin together
When they think about their dad [?] feel better
My boy in school now she got a vision like me
I'm a get a platinum she will get a degree
We will do this for team work ain't no [?] we in neck
When I storm at the door she know that I'll be back
We gonna get this crispy like a giant's hat
That's my baby girl and I do know we're living in a crazy world
But we cock every challenge she the queen of my palace
We argue we never balance she ever gonna balance I'm a catch her
[Chorus:]
Yeah 'cause once upon a time in [?] life
Can I one who show me with you love like [?]
Is a story and don't' matter if they get it
Every chat that I let you know if you with it
[Joell Ortiz:]
Yaa Waa,
What's up future president my name is Joell Ortiz
And I'm the voice of the underdogs in the hood so
I wanted to write this letter to you, to see what u thought
[Joell Ortiz:]
Dear future president
I grew up with no brothers and sisters
And my moms was on public assistance
And her husband was missing
She developed this disguisting addiction that had her on Some of the ugliest missions
So she missed some appointments
She was supposed to keep my coverage consistant
I was a chronic asthmatic
Huffin, puffin and whistling
Can't get a breath, I wished for death
It hurt my chest when I coughed
Ooh yeah, I'm from the projects of New York
We love baketball
But last summer my boy got left on the court
Some kid reached next to his shorts and put some lead in his thoughts
And the murder's moms, she jetted from court
Her only son had 18 years in the street he livin the rest up north
My other homie sellin crack, he always tell me it's wack
Everyday he filling out apps but they don't call him back
Backround check spotted his felony, but that aighnt fair
You make a mistake, you can't fix it man this world don't care
That's how he feel and he got bills so he movin them krills
Livin life over his shoulder, boys in blue on his heels
His little sister, man she grown, she done threw on dem heels
Exotic dancing on a pole look what she do for a bill
Took one of them little boys backstage persuing a thrill
Caught that thing now everyday she wake up doing them pills
I get mad when I see what other artists do with a mil
With a couple g's I bought my p's a few computers for real
Ya'll done forgot where ya came from, have you no honor?
Only thing that change do is causing you more drama
Here's a couple wise words from the dude that go Yaa Waa
It's time for a change and that change is Obama
Dear future president
I hope you heard this letter and do some things to make sure the next one I'm writing is better
Peace!
[Dante Hawkins:]
It's been a story of survival
Poverty and sorrow
And the question is;
Can you hold on till tommorow(can you hold on)
And when tomorrow comes won't it be much better?
[Intro: Joell Ortiz]
Uhh, look around in my neighborhood (aquí en el barrio, tú sabes)
See how we live, see right there on that corner
That's where they sell the drugs (la manteca broder)
Run the numbers and, play dominoes, whistle at the fly ladies
You know, I'm Latino, hahahahaha (pa que sepa)
[Joell Ortiz:]
The dope gets sold by the bodega
While y'all call it dope, we call it the manteca
We don't look for lotto numbers in the newspaper
We play it right over the counter by the Now & Laters
Sit down on milk crates and play dominoes
¡Capicu! Slam it down, tell 'em adios
Another round of beers before we go upstairs
And watch a fuzzy TV on some of the oldest chairs
Relax, take a bath and get nice and clean
Come out just in time for dinner, you know rice and beans
A little chicken, maybe tostones, it's up to Ma
She might be tired keepin this house all up to par
Sometimes I look out the window and see some nice wheels
I got a thing for rims, they give me slight chills
Round here you get killed over a ice-grill
Guns pop but the O.G.'s carry knives still (word)
[Chorus: Joell Ortiz (La Bruja)]
(Latinooooo) I'm that and I'm proud
If you don't know us let me tell you about (Latinooooos)
We got beautiful women (la-la-la la-la-la la-la)
And they all seem to know their way around the kitchen
I'm (Latinooooo) yeah we stick together
We had hard lives so our skin is thick forever
We (Latinoooooos) I'm that and I'm proud (la la la la la la laaaa)
If you don't know us let me tell you about
[Joell Ortiz:]
See e'ry block got a different crew
This kid I knew got paralyzed cause of his tattoo
And he wasn't in a gang
Just some young punk tryin to come up and get a name
Put a bullet in his brain, it's a shame
But yo, on a better note
Latina women look so good from head to toe, get 'em and never let 'em go
Baseball is big in my town
So is boxing, a hundred he don't see the ninth round
These young girls is fresh, they like to get piped down
Babies havin babies, guess who on the WIC line now?
Guess who got welfare? Guess who on Medicaid?
Guess who left they kid with their girl for eleven days?
Without callin, cause he's ballin
One year from now he'll have a child support warrant
It happen all the time in my community
That's the difference between someone like you and me - I'm
[Chorus]
[Joell Ortiz:]
Big Chino got a truck, and a bike, and a boat
But Chino got a gun cause his life full of coke
And Chino havin fun, he don't like bein broke
But Chino gon' be done, FBI is no joke
And I don't want Chi' to get knocked
When the truck around he buy ice cream for the block
See where I'm from the kids look up to the hustlers
Even if they're family with some of the customers
My abuela used to tell me to stay off the corner
You heard what happened to Mrs. Rivera's daughter?
See she had got caught in the crossfire right there in broad day
Shot her in the back tryin run in the hallway
By my buildin all you hear is, "Oye
Ten cuidado la policia esta en la esquina de Broadway"
There's action all the time in my neighborhood
But see we all mind our business like a neighbor should
See this one right here is for all my Latinos around the world
Around the world man, there's so many of us man
Be proud of who you are man, I love y'all niggaz
Joell Ortiz
[Chorus: w/ ad libs]
[Joell Ortiz & La Bruja:]
Let me paint a picture for these suburb niggas
This the hood
Dope fiends, syringes on the cracked concrete,
Lie next to a dirty dipper, life on the streets is real (real)
Fiends forming crack packs at night
And sell they daughter's brand new bike to fill a pipe
It's sad. We've got it bad, weed bags and dutches
Re-lax and puff it escape reality
Until your high come down, you look around
And see the same thing you seen before you gave duke a pound
And copped your little chronic, it's off the hook in the projects
Parents hooked on drugs, these kids hooked on phonics
How little man gonna concentrate on ABC's
When he gotta go down the hall to watch they TV (cause you done sold his)
[Chorus: x2]
L - You live it, don't like it but learn to love it
I - It ain't fair, but who cares, you gotta thug it
F - For sheezee my attitizee is fuck it
E - Either you roll or get rolled on it's nothing
I was probably 9 or 10 when I picked up my pen
Down in Short's crib, listenin to Criss-Cross then
That's when my verses had a million curses and 10 gats
Fast cars, and I ain't know where the gas peddle was at (you know)
10 years old, peddling crack, at least to me I was
See hood youngins wanna be like thugs
Straight A students got laughed at and called a herb
By people in they class that wished they could be called a nerd
But they ain't take time to sound out all of they words
So they covered it up with jokes and cut to smoke herbs
And fill cups with alcohol, over school nights
Parents needed a Tylenol, teachers ain't know they child at all
At home they weren't wild at all, but when they got to school
Bad influences and peer pressure was pilling on
Quote unquote cool crowds was where they wanted to fit in
A lot of them wish they didn't now they all got addictions
Winter time, out in the cold, sniffling on a mission
To find something that which is cool when they was school skippin
If they could turn back hands they would have took school different
But ain't no time machines
Now they stuck in the mind of fiends
Feeling sorry for they selves, life is mean and
Shorty they was feeling now proudly sports a diamond ring
That the nerd gave to her - Wishing they was the one that was engaged to her
Now who's the cool crowd?
[Chorus: x2]
L - You live it, don't like it but learn to love it
I - It ain't fair, but who cares, you gotta thug it
F - For sheezee my attitizee is fuck it
These little groupies talk nigga
That's how you feel home boy?
You don't want them kind of problems
I'm tryna tell you man, no you don't
You don't want that
I'ma do this on joint
And I ain't talking no more, word to my mother
Beef is real on my side of town
Keep your eye on all them punk plus that ride around
Beef will provide all them siren sounds
And your moms with extra tear drops sliding down
Beef will have you relocating
But we gonn catch up to you lil homie
We so patient
Beef's what you don't want with me
No money on your head, get it for free
I hope you keep iron on you
I hope you keep iron on you
You niggas act tough running round with all them guards
Reach faggot niggas, y'all ain't hard
I hope you keep iron on you
I hope you keep iron on you
And know that
Y'almost got me fucked up
I'm hood I will fuck y'all up
I'm signed to one nigga
That's signed to jimmy nigga
And run with 3 niggas that can't be touched
But it ain't about all them bars now
I'm tryna let you know who I are now
This rapshit is y'all dudes' dream
This shit make my street dough clean, you get it
I had dirty money coming in
Cucci,... had my dudes put that stuff in the pen
I waas really in that comfort end
Bazooka chew, I was bubbling
I'm a product of the gutter fam
No bank accounts, nike box and thick rubber bands
Before rap I was the people's champ
Nothing less then a 9 on that diesel stamp
Yeah new jacks on the block, gotta get the heading on
To move crack in my spot
I was boot camping that pot
It go in there soft come out hard as a rock
Leave me out all them rap beefs
Cause I ain't fin the right rhymes, I'ma crack teeth
On camera, y'all some mean goons
But a bunch of powerpuff girls in these green rooms, ha ha ha ha
My finger itching on that trigga, y'all verified on twitter
I'm verified by real niggas
And they don't has tag, they toe tag
Have me send a dm to your folk's pad
Can't walk through new york without a hoe
Or a chick tryna have me to herself for a half hour
I'm so not hard to find
I'm in the north side all the time
Beef is real on my side of town
Keep your eye on all them punk plus that ride around
Beef will provide all them siren sounds
And your moms with extra tear drops sliding down
Beef will have you relocating
But we gonn catch up to you lil homie
We so patient
Beef's what you don't want with me
No money on your head, get it for free
I hope you keep iron on you
I hope you keep iron on you
You niggas act tough running round with all them guards
Reach faggot niggas, y'all ain't hard
I hope you keep iron on you
I hope you keep iron on you
What the fuck do you mean, I'm here to fuck up the scene
Like a horny robot, I'm a fucking machine
Who's your favorite rapper, I'll throw him up in the theme
But it's like... fuck em up in the dreams, I'm a troublemaker now
Shut the fuck up, I'm better than you
King of the jungle, go an pick your head in the zoo
I'm from where fighting is old the medal was new
So... come out at night like the Letterman crew
You can't stop me, this is what I'm destined to do
I develop my own strain at the Mexican Flu
See half of my tongue's green and the rest it is blue
No cure but I can treat it and the medicine is you
Cause I feel so good when I crush your...
Match boxes can't rock with a custom car
Guess that's why girls be on my nuts from...
I tell them reach for my dick and they touch the stars
It's like yeah, rappers talking that tough shit to that... leave a nigger guts spilled
I'm a beast my nigger, one blow will leave in the streets my nigger
So go ahead and try to play tough, just know it ain't yagging to get you sprayed up
I'm a beast my nigger, one blow will leave in the streets my nigger
Damn I miss... on this mike
Such a short bet for the gambling type
... don't get height, don't shots or assaults
I'm a throw something and bring ambulance right
And I like you all niggers you ain't gotta like me
But if you're in the game try and get a dollar like me
Then I suggest you respect me in every way
Cause all of ya look approved...
And I'm starving, matter of fact I'm...
The more you keep talking, more you look like salmon
And I'm a grizzly bear so of course I'm standing
In the middle of the street so you jump I suppose you're landing
2009 every round was amazing, 2010 is just mine for the taking
2011 I'll be on hot, so if the world ends in 2012
It will end with me on top
It's like yeah, rappers talking that tough shit to that... leave a nigger guts spilled
I'm a beast my nigger, one blow will leave in the streets my nigger
So go ahead and try to play tough, just know it ain't yagging to get you sprayed up
I'm a beast my nigger, one blow will leave in the streets my nigger
Everything to blame, rain fingers single, middle finger to yo
My trigger finger just tingles
... gave me the thumbs up to finish you bitch
So here goes my company, I'm a give you the business
I ain't here to play games, this is my lively hood
All my loved ones, as long as I'm alive, we're good
I promise, trying hard to be minus but to be honest
What the world seeing now been saw like Nostradamus
So fuck that, yo all been acting like tough cats
Where's my gloves at?... rap
... you old niggers is...
... used to cry,.. who does that?
This ain't luck, this what I'm destined to be
90 commercial, hey buddy checking for me
When they... going right, I made...
Now definitely the best in definitely
It's like yeah, rappers talking that tough shit to that... leave a nigger guts spilled
I'm a beast my nigger, one blow will leave in the streets my nigger
So go ahead and try to play tough, just know it ain't yagging to get you sprayed up
yeah, yeah, i was out there too homie boy, i was just playing my hand
on my block be hand to hand, when we see dance we scram
when it beats them cans it's blam, sit you in that ambulance
mama going plick, you boy can use you can hustle but it's not what you think
boy who told you could park? oh he did, well have him tell me before you end up smoked
brand new luggage in the trunk, now pop the anal ... and yeah i hustle hard
no hold up, listen to me, listen to me, literally ...i hustle hard, with them i'm chef boyard
and my rounds stay after part and i need some harden chevy i don't do them fancy cars
i'm no pablo escobar, i'm pablo boulevard, with a hundred million loco ... that's on my squad
one whisper you go to guard, garbage in my spot, that's a not
and every fee like the renee's was hooked to the rock from the crooked
where you pop a funny look, you get shot you be so shook
you can stop you ain't no crook, i can spot a perpetrator from a mile away
dog you're looking like a purple haze in the
hit it this way the lion stay, nah i ain't talking about jeez when i stay that steam
from the iron's way, hustling cause i promise myself i'll be clean, on my dying day
but i'm nowhere near death so i told shawty open up wide cause closed mouths don't get fed
so i let cough a bit i get caught up in a way with your fans i'ma get this bread
you the king of your hood i'm the ace in mine, now ace tell them what you say
same old shit, just a different day
out here tryna get it, each and every way
momma need a house
baby need some shoes
times are getting hard
guess what i'mma do
hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard
okay, i'm booked out until august
show money deposits
see the shit then i cop it
got but a house note in my pocket
i'm on south beach with the top off
bad bitch and her ass soft
something outta that catalogue
she introduced to that lock jaw
and i think her name was lisa
or maybe it was sheila
my chevy sittin' too high
i call that wiz khalifa
and i'm all about the new franklins
ain't talkin' aretha
bitch my league too major
i'm hiphop derek jeter
and i'm still feeling my pockets
big bass and its knocking
yeah this be the remix
but still ride around with that rocket
i'll go walking back to my household
“we the best” be the logo
hundred grand for that neck glow
all about the dinero
nigga flow so retarded
we be getting gnarley
oh kimosabe, it be me, ross, weezy party cause its the
same old shit, just a different day
out here tryna get it, each and every way
momma need a house
baby need some shoes
times are getting hard
guess what i'mma do
hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
you know i love this nigger
closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard
24's on my beemer
you never know when i slide up
19 in my nina, red dot when i ride up
hundred deep in that k.o.d
king of diamonds that's me nigga
no you bitches can't get my beat
choppers only thing free niggas
step to me and i teach you
somebody text his picture
straight drop in my
ace knocking my speakers
last night i counted 1 mill
this morning 150
pussy niggas can't count me out, don't make me hurt ya feelings, ah
v12 ?, jet blue, forget it
rolex embedded with princess and baguettes
same old brick, but's it's different yay
yeah that's candy paint, on my 7 tre
same old shit, just a different day
out here tryna get it, each and every way
momma need a house, baby need some shoes
times are getting hard, guess what we gon do
hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard
ok, now, black card in my pocket
riding round in that gotti
pistol off my boxers
i ain't got time to be boxing
got a red bone she look tropic
if she fuck me right then she shopping
young money we poppin'
i eat these rappers, anthony hopkins
see that v-neck, thats polo
grilled up like ocho
chuck taylors with no socks
you niggas chicken, pollo
nigga live on sundays, king of diamonds monday
swagger just dumb, call it kelly bundy
got a big house with a back yard, fish tank with sharks in it
real nigga i'm authentic
i'll fuck the bitches 'til she short winded
got a bad bitch who be bartending
couple homies that gang bang
i get on anybody track and hit that bitch with that wayne train
free my nigga t.i
soowoo to the beehive
got a g6 and a g5
you pussy niggas you feline
don't stop the party, we be getting gnarley
oh kimosabe, i'm with mack, ? and marley
cause its the same old shit, just a different day
out here tryna get it, each and every way
momma need a house, baby need some shoes
for that carter iv, bitch, it's coming soon
same old shit, just a different day
out here tryna get it, each and every way
momma need a house
baby need some shoes
times are getting hard
guess what i'mma do
hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
[Intro:]
Aight now ya'll, attention please, summer vacation is officially over,
(That's right)
I hope ya'll did all ya swimmin',
(Ah huh)
Went to the pools, went to the beaches,
(Ah huh)
Played dominos, and fucked with the bitches,
(Word)
Muthafuckin went to the amusement park,
and got on all the high rides,
(Yea)
Got ya thrill on, cause ah,
(What?)
School is back in session,
(Yaowww)
[Verse 1:]
I ain't tryin' to bring New York back,
I'm just a breath of fresh air,
That good ole' New York rap,
Slick talk to the track,
C'mon who brought that,
To the game,
Graffiti all on the train,
Get up your name,
I don't feel how I used to feel,
I'm in my 20's,
So a new Nas joint used to give me the chills,
In the barbershop tryin to cop a new hot tape,
The Rob Lowe's is crazy,
The duhops greatest, Hip Hop(Hip Hop)
And yes I'm a fan first,
If you from the south and you snap til' your hands hurt,
If you from the west W's in the air,
If you from the east coast act like you from here
The good ole' 2 step,
The classic head nod,
The thirsty ice grills
Who wants to get robbed?(robbed)
That was the energy in the club,
On the real, that was the energy that I loved,
[Chorus:]
Aww, man, this is,(Hip Hop)
Hands up if you forever a fan of(Hip Hop)
I wake up(Hip Hop)
Go to sleep(Hip Hop)
Dream bout(Hip Hop)
Cause I am(Hip Hop)
Aww, man, this is,(Hip Hop)
Hands up if you forever a fan of(Hip Hop)
I wake up(Hip Hop)
Go to sleep(Hip Hop)
Dream bout(Hip Hop)
Cause I am(Hip Hop)
[Verse 2:]
I ain't tryin make you dance I just rip beats,
But the soul in my voice give you quick feet,
I don't know what it's like to not dig deep,
When I'm holdin' this mic,
I don't just beat pip squeeks,
The tides come in and the earth shakes,
200 mph wind I'm your worst fate,
Birthdate,
July 6,1980,
How can your age even matter when you rhyme this crazy,
Awww, man, I gotta think the lord,
Cause with this pen in my hand,
I don't think that hard,
It just happens,
Wrist action classic in the making,
I kick back, and just laugh I'm happy that I'm amazing,
Look at me, gaze into my eyes, see the poverty,
Now understand why me and this music gotta be,
It's something that's inside of me,
And I can't shake it,
So I embrace it,
[Joell Ortiz:]
I'm talking to you!
Don't look to your left and right
Yeah, you
Oh now you shook, tryna get low
You scared
Come out, come out, wherever you are
Don't hide now, I see you at the end of the bar
Looking all pretty, got your friends around
Got your hands on some gwap, now you sending rounds
Can't nobody tell you nothing cause you know you hot
And you say they hating when they say "No you not"
Cause they mad how you be looking in them clothes you rock
Or they don't like how you walk in and others hoes just clock
But if you ask me, you're a bit conceded
You shouldn't be in that magazine, you should read it
And learn a little something from someone that really matters
I laugh at y'all so hard I got to pee, it hurts my bladder
You're hot now, but blink, abracadabra
You disappear from everyone's mind like "Who that was? "
So make investments with that little change you gather
Cause in a second there'll be no more room for you HOE RAPPERS!
Yes, you
Yeah, I'm talking to you
Looking all around and tryna dip and get low
[Intro: Joell]
Yo I ain't gon' front, shorty used to look GOOOOOD
She's just lookin alright nowadays
It's crazy {"C-C-C-Cookin Soul"}
[Joell Ortiz:]
Uhh, I toss and turn, I can't sleep at night
I see that it was your love that inspired me to write
I remember that day in the summer of 9-2
Everybody gathered 'round and they was talkin 'bout you
Eavesdropped for an hour and was happy when I left
Went upstairs and wrote what I would say the day we met
A little shorty then but I was confident to death
They made you sound so fly so I just tried to be my best
Crumpled a couple papers, first impressions happen once
So I just wrote what I had heard - sippin liquor, rap and blunts
Everybody said you liked that so that's what I tried to offer
My crush on you was out of this world like a flyin saucer
So next day I went outside and told the guys
What I'm a tell you when we met and they looked at me all surprised
My age was so young yet my words so mature
One dude turned and said "She just might let you in the door"
[Interlude: Joell]
Y'knowmsayin? I had such a crush on this girl cause
She was beautiful back then, it was like 9-2
E'rybody's gathered 'round in front of my buildin talkin about her
I'm like "Yo I can't wait 'til I meet her"
I went upstairs inspired! Y'knowmsayin?
Like, start writin down ideas like what I'm a tell her, the day we met
Like damn, check it
[Joell Ortiz:]
After years of talkin to the guys I sharpened my pick-up lines
And recorded 'em, makin sure they was delivered to you fine
From tryin to find you it was myself that I would find
So I told you who I was and the chronicles I designed
Then a few years ago Koch Records gave me a sign
I was doin the right thing when they put some money behind
My story, they figued you like what I had to say
I was popular, my story had even got back to Dre
Knew we was gon' meet, so I tried to stay calm
But I was fin' to be the man if I had you on my arm
Ain't get to my head though, still wrote my letters with charm
That's when a dude named Nas wrote a letter that you was gone
Tried not to believe him but then he was co-signed
By writers across the globe that was on they own grind
So what was I supposed to do? (what?)
For the first time in a long time I ain't have nothin to look forward to
[Interlude: Joell]
So y'all followin me, right?
I mean I'm pretty sure by now y'all should have an idea of who I'm talkin 'bout
I'm pretty sure y'all don't think she look as fly
As she used to back in the days either
So I ain't alone in this vote, but um
I'm a try to, I'm a try to save her, man
I'm a try to rescue her, man
Y'knowmsayin? She deserve that (listen)
[Joell Ortiz:]
I still wrote to you, even though I heard the rumors
That's when I came to my own understandin of who you was
No one's actually met you, they just write and hope you hear it
And hope that you're attracted to the person in their lyrics
Some people try to bag you by tellin you what they have
Hopin you're materialistic and like to brag
Others try to scoop you by portrayin that they tough
Prayin that you're a good girl and you like 'em rough
The newest sensation's tryin to get you through a dance
So if y'all bump heads at a party you'll give him an extra glance (hey!)
Then there's a couple people like I
That let you know exactly who they are, why not?
But not a soul's met you face-to-face
So with every word they write is where they place the faith
(Dear hip-hop) Provin the next line in this lyric
How can hip-hop be dead when she's a spirit?
[Outro: Joell]
YAOWA! Joell Ortiz (yeah)
Just fuckin 'round with my pen again, you know
Food for thought nigga, haha
I'm nice! [laughs] Yo man
I don't even know, where this gon' end up, but just give it some air
See you try to eavesdrop on the heat rock
please stop 'cause only one know where are ..
I'm sort of like be cops in the street I
I walk around with a mean sixteen got
jean drop off my ass with my kicks got
newspaper feel snug 'cause that mean not
but I really hope you skin not
but she's pop how your body fin in the drop like tic tac
I want cut at the slur at my team hot
I rob a pen pot got my gluck to sling shut
and the ladies I see you looking
your party in my head and don't wake up in Brooklyn
yeah what, I'm pretty sure you heard that
this usually the sound before a verse that
keep these rappers all timmy when I speak
let me end this like dallis I'm finish with the heat, auh
Chorus:
Feel so, feel so good
feel so, feel so good
feel so, feel so good
feel to me, feel to me
feel so, feel so feel so good
feel so, feel so good
feel so, feel so good
feel to me, feel to me
It's a price sunny day
think I bring a little money out to play
and finish up this ..I put this six sun on the way
got the ring loud to their doors gone
I'm just looking out some boodie
I pock in front of the Gucci
free those meet Louie, be thug in the..
if anybody wishin they was us
hatin under their breath 'cause they whisper and getting touch
New York niggas just though like oh wood
the front of the mustang we keep it so hood
we thur we clutch bangs and that whole woods
stop your evening but this evening feel so good
so nah, I don't want the drama
I just match and wanna
and there's no way her mouth could become my baby mama
I'ma stop a new..get a fresh cup and pick a brain
and get brain if it's cool she might get sexed up
[Chorus:]
Please stop there's only one or two spot
I'm one quarter at the slaughter and my team hot
Please stop there's only one or two spot
[Scratching: Jay-Z 'Blue Magic']
"Can't you tell that I came from the dope game"
[Verse 1:]
Natural born hustler
Satisfying a customer
With this little box along side my jugular
I got the voice of a champ, flow like the levee broke
Fade away? I bet a Dre publishing check he won't
I love money too much, I gotta have it
It been like this for some time, I got a habit
Of lickin' my thumbs
And flippin' through ones and crumbled fives
Before rap made them hundreds arrive
That was me (where?)
On that block, drunk with some of my guys
With bundles and dollar signs in each one of our eyes
Sometime we stay there until the sun would arrive
When you awake, I'm in last nights clothes gettin' that cake
Till the last bit of work was gone and then I skate
So it's nothin' personal Interscope, I couldn't wait
I need a release date cause a date mean doe
I hope my fans understand and don't hate me though
But yo
[Chorus:]
Y'all just be lookin' tough, I'm in the lab cookin' up
"Can't you tell that I came from the dope game"
Product of my environment, that's why I got the fire, kick
"Can't you tell that I came... "
From BK
Y'all just be lookin' tough, I'm in the lab cookin' up
"Can't you tell that I came from the dope game"
Product of my environment, that's why I got the fire, kick
"Can't you tell that I came from the dope game"
[Verse 2:]
See, in the game I came from we was poor
So when you got a lot of gwap, you ain't stop you get more (let's go!)
Don't think a little change gon' make me lounge
You rappers ain't safe until the Lord send his angels down
Man, this life don't owe you, you got a lot of nerve
Everything I get, I get cause I get what I deserve
Cause I earned it
Y'all see how I design them words
Some of y'all say I'm a nerd but it's easy to find a verb
Couple adjectives and some nouns and give it rhymin' swerve
And make it fly like when guys come and buy a bird
See, a lot of my metaphors from the dope game
If you ain't from there, you won't hear/hair them, you need Rogaine
Truth of the matter is, I came up wearing no name
My mom used to tell me, "Walk ahead" to buy her cocaine
And food stamps held me down like steel
That's a large part of the reason I feel how I feel
But yo
[Chorus:]
Y'all just be lookin' tough, I'm in the lab cookin' up
"Can't you tell that I came from the dope game"
Product of my environment, that's why I got the fire, kick
"Can't you tell that I came... "
From BK
Y'all just be lookin' tough, I'm in the lab cookin' up
"Can't you tell that I came from the dope game"
Product of my environment, that's why I got the fire, kick
"Can't you tell that I came from the dope game"
[Verse 3:]
Uhhh
Ain't a damn thing promised in the dope game
Money make your man dishonest in the dope game
I'm tellin' you, the guns the hottest in the dope game
So please don't turn Carl Thomas in the "dope game"
And get emotional, just do what you supposed to do
Producers send more than one beat cause I'm tryin' to roast a few
And keep my snare poppin'
And DJ's hands choppin'
The Ortiz high won't die, it'll keep the fans coppin'
The haters is man jockin', they mad cause my Hancock is
In big bold letters on checks and they waitin' on Flex
To drop a bomb, I'm Vietnam, your boy I'll watch
Everything there gon' disappear like my real pops
Hustler ambition
Dope boy grindin'
Don't forget I'm old boy that Snoop's homeboy signed (Dre)
Things happen for a reason, y'all gon' know Joe name
I left the packs I'm with the tracks, this my new dope game
But yo
[Chorus:]
Y'all just be lookin' tough, I'm in the lab cookin' up
"Can't you tell that I came from the dope game"
Product of my environment, that's why I got the fire, kick
"Can't you tell that I came... "
From BK
Y'all just be lookin' tough, I'm in the lab cookin' up
"Can't you tell that I came from the dope game"
Product of my environment, that's why I got the fire, kick
[Intro: Novel {Joell Ortiz}]
Call me! {UH! } Call me! {Listen} Call me!
(I said I remember) Call me! {Hey}
(Call me) Call me! Call meeeeeeeeeeeee!
(Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!)
[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
(Awww man, ninety five) She had that perfume with the only smell
Hair scrungied up in a pony tail (WOO!)
Gold hoop earrings with her name of 'em
I had the colliseum fronts with the fangs on 'em (WHAT!)
OOOOH! Thinnest waist with the fat ass (DAMN)
Had me all happy to go to math class
Yeah! I had to go for it baby
Sent the letter over circle yes, no or maybe (REMEMBER THAT!)
UH! And she looked back with a cool blush
Showin me the results of a nice toothbrush
Yeah! We rode home on the same school bus
Confident consistant I'm crushin these new Pumas (WOO!)
Yeah! and she told me she from the southside
Told her I'm from Cooper she looked at me with her mouth wide
Like, I got fam out there
I gave her the number now you got a fan out there
Man I really hope this girl...
[Chorus: Novel]
Call me! (Call me) Call me! (Call me) Call me! (Hey, hey, hey)
(I said I remember) Call me! (Call me) Call me!
(Call meeeee!) Call meeeeeeeeeeeee!
(Just call me, uh, uh)
[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz {Novel}]
Yep! So I'm bumpin my Smif N Wessun
Knock on my room door ma gimme a second (Hold up)
Threw on a t Shirt (Uh huh) Slipped on my Ola's (Uh huh)
Opened the do' she passed me the phone oh my {Myyyyyyyyyyy! }
Huh! So I took me a deep breath yo (Uh huh)
Fingers crossed I answered the phone hello (Hello)
Voice so official, . hey Joell what you gettin into?
I said I'm gettin dressed to come get you
She laughed, I said it's saturday a nice flick
She agreed, meet me at The Commodore at like six
Threw on my Jerreau's, dusted off the bows
Zipped the Haley Hanson out the do' good to go
She standin there stretch pants fifty fo' elevens
Yellin hurry up they want me in the crib before eleven
Did the movie thing a little bite to eat (What else?)
The whole night was sweet (What else?) Ended it with a kiss
Somethin light on the cheek and said...
[Chorus: Novel]
Call me! (Uh! Uh!) Call me!
(This is a throwback right here) Call me! (Joell Ortiz)
(I said I remember) Call me!
(When she used to call me) Call me!
(Call meeeee!) Call meeeeeeeeeeeee!
(You know what I'm talkin about? HEYYYYYYYYYY!)
[Verse 3: Joell Ortiz]
So it's a little more in the dates now (Uh huh)
Yep! She be in the crib all late now (Ow!)
Ha! We be kickin it then we lay down
Turn the lights off and press play on the H-Town
OOOH! We being fresh like Easter
I made her vibrate like my beeper
Uh huh! My mother said she a keeper
I could see myself tryin Mrs. Ortiz her
Then I bumped into Lisa, tellin me how she missed me (Uh oh)
We up in this party I'm feelin a little tipsy (Damn)
She tried and kiss me, all in my face
One thing led to another we all in the staircase (Hey)
She told Tasha, who told Christy (No)
My phone ring the next day how could you dissed me?
You said you loved me and were always be together
Do me a favor Joell? ! (WHAT!)
Don't you EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER!
[Chorus: Novel {Joell Ortiz}]
Call me! (Call meeeeee!) Call me!
(Call me yeah!) Call me! (Uh! Uh! Uh!)
(I said I remember when) Call me!
(You used to call me) Call me!
(Call meeeee yeah!) Call meeeeeeeeeeeee!
(I said I remember) Call me!
{And that's how I lost my shorty} (She used to call me) Call me!
{A party and some Vodka} (Call meeeeeeeeeee!)
Call me! {Yo thatwas ninety five man I'm still trippin over that}
(Used to call me) Call me! (Call me!)
{Damn she looked good! } Call me! (Call meeeeeeeeeeeee!)
Call meeeeeeeeeeeee!
{Sometimes I think I hear her call me? Ha ha ha! But it's all good! }
[Outro: Novel (Joell Ortiz)]
I said I remember! You used to call me! (HA HA!)
Callllllllll meeeeeeeee yeahhhhhhhhh! (Yeah!)
Uh! Uh! Uh! Then I remember when, you used to call me, call meeeeeeeeeeeee!
Yeaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh Yeah Yeah! UH! UH! HA HA! This is a throwback
Uh! This is a throwback UH! UH! This is a throwback, throwback
Brooklyn is in the house and
Brooklyn is in the house and
Just wave your hands in the air
And wave them like you just don't care, care
[Joell Ortiz:]
Yes I am on that Brooklyn bullshit
That's where I was born and raised nigga
It's 718 nigga
It's a genuine borough nigga
Greezy niggaz man
Chea, check, uh
(Joell Ortiz) check
[Verse 1:]
So what I act for an ace on your sigarette
On the first and third I'm happy cuz all the fiends get a check
So what I still go up to the roof to bone
With a bird from the p's who gives ruthless dome
So what I'm still chipping for a bag of weed
And if that L looks skimpy I leave half the seeds
So what it's the second day I wore these jeans
I was chilling yesterday, they don't stink, ya'mean?
So what I get a shape up when I need a cut
I ain't woofing that bad, I can use these 5 bucks
So what I get a beer on credit, from my corner store
I be going there for years goddammit
So what I lose my re-up in dicegames
In the mall I'll be scheming to find me a nice chain
So what exit dinner when I don't feel like cooking
I ain't my fault I'm on that bullshit, I'm from bullshit
[Chorus:]
E'time you come around your face turn to a frown
You see us 'bout to go down That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
They won't let us in the spot cuz last time they let us rock
The party came to a stop That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
Fitted over your eyes your shirt double your size
Your belt hugging your thighs That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
Looking up and down the block with work tucked in your sock
Dodging and weaving the cops That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
[Verse 2:]
So what I ask my man for a piece of chicken
When it ain't yours for some reason it always taste different
So what we five deep in a two door whip
We gotta get where we going if you fit you fit
So what I still reside in my moms crib
Now fuck that, I'm rhyming to get outta there kid
So what, yes I do have two baby mothers
Yes they do stay two buildings away from eachother
So what I only had one job in my life
And that friday I got my check is the friday I took flight
So what I skip lines in front of the club
The niggaz quiet, the bitches is always like "that's fucked up"
So what my cable box in the hood is still hot
And my whole fam be silent everytime they knock
So what I spent a couple nights in the bookings
I ain't my fault I'm on that bullshit, I'm from bullshit
[Chorus:]
E'time you come around your face turn to a frown
You see us 'bout to go down That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
They won't let us in the spot cuz last time they let us rock
The party came to a stop That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
Fitted over your eyes your shirt double your size
Your belt hugging your thighs That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
Looking up and down the block with work tucked in your sock
Dodging and weaving the cops That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
[Verse 3:]
So what every now and then I hop out cabs
Papi took the long way, papi think I'm ass
So what I cop blue Hawaiians instead of a bottle
I'll catch Brooklyn drinks if they close the Apollo
So what I got my mans shirt on my back
I had this shit for 4 months, he don't want this back
So what when we 20 deep, I act up
Yo best better be easy, don't get clapped up
So what these ain't real rocks up in my watch
When the sun hit the face this shit still looks hot
So what I rob you blind if your ass ain't looking
I ain't my fault I'm on that bullshit, I'm from bullshit
[Chorus: x2]
E'time you come around your face turn to a frown
You see us 'bout to go down That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
They won't let us in the spot cuz last time they let us rock
The party came to a stop That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
Fitted over your eyes your shirt double your size
Your belt hugging your thighs That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
Looking up and down the block with work tucked in your sock
Hey yo Carl Blaze tell Screw we did it B R.
[Chorus:]
If you never ran
Never will
Sit up in the can
Wait it out
Never squeal
Then you Block Royal.
See that the team is fed
When it gotta go down
You aim beam at his head
Then you Block Royal.
It ain't easy being a rider
But I guess sometimes you
Just gotta do wha you gotta.
We're not guaranteed a tomorrow
But when you royality on the block you dyin with honor.
Who practically own your jeans
Play up in X-Bar and deep with Prostyle and Camillo we rep hard.
Screw army B R, B R, B R,
Don't tool on me
We are, we are, we are
More than a million strong, who want what
Hey Carl Blaze just pass we tight already you can get stomped up.
I'm usually calm but I took to many losses last year,
I swear I'm fitted call Akon up.
My Senegal Africans get ta clappin fa niccas yea,
Sit em in ya anthem get it crackin and disappear.
We ain't a CLICK, we ain't a GANG, we a FAMILY
We're in New York, we're in L A, we're in Miami.
We definitely in New Jerz
Where plenty of murders occur
So just splurge
When a nicca says
Yo datz ma word
Free Flav, Cessa, free Jo Lo, free Umph, Mike My, free Joe Joe.
[Chorus]
Who V.I.P up in Exit with tha bottle slouchy.
Ain't let us up in Lotus so we tore down Roxy's.
On tha side of tha booth with Enough
See I'm buggin I'm drunk
Shorty ugly but her booty is tuff
And I stays after ass I have ta have sumthin with a bounce
Like a track from Dre at Aftermath.
Somebody said let's slide to Ringside,
It's poppin a 2-Tone
Inside with dat wakatezee they watch out.
Clockin tha way we move
Rockin tha crazy jewels
But God forbid they should plot
We'll be poppin with eighty-two's.
They don't call him A K fa nuthin
What you thinkin bout
He'll lay sumthin down in New York
And take the Lincoln out.
All the way down ta Sweets get a shape up and eat
Call Big Joe walk right in y'all been on line fa weeks.
Dennis line tha freaks so that V I's packed
So I'm probably lyin
When I tell you that I'll be right back.
[Chorus]
[2-Tone:]
Yo Joe E Z I told you
Screw saw it
Carl Blaze repped it
You already know how 2-Tone feel about it
Now everybody gonna feel it.
Heavy Hitters got us,
All Pro got us,
We run around ownin tha clubs with Hitless.
New Life is fammo (Big Joe) we don't even know what a club line looks like.
When you Block Royal you walk right in.
How many people?
What you mean how many people?
2-Tone plus seventy-three.
Yeeeeooooowwwwwwww
[Joell Ortiz:]
Big Pun's Back!
Big Pun's Back!
Where all my Puerto Ricans at?
Wave your flags like that
[Verse 1:]
Still not a player I am just here out here tryna crush if it's phat
Dead in the middle of little Italy blowing her back
Now you can catch me in a cherry red 750 sippin' on a nut cracker cruising with the semi with me
I seen this hoe tryna stare, she said, "I know you I swear"
I said, "what you said your name was again? And I know you from where? "
High school? Go thata way
Man I'm doin' it ever night feel like a Saturday
You can't ruin it 'cause,
See the flow that I have put Joe's in a bag
Like a toe with a tag
So I know why you mad
When I roll down the Ave., real slow with a bad one making you guys at home look sad, but
Please don't be like this other dude that was thinkin' dumb
He tried to snuff Joe, so the Puerto Rican rum
Opened him up put a 6 to his fun,
A couple right hooks put a leak on his gums
Reached back to the TS, homie from the BX, but BKB is where I'm from
[Hook:]
Big Pun's Back!
Big Pun's Back!
Where all my Puerto roc's at?
Wave your flags like that
No need to worry to worry mi Boricuas
Yea your primo is back
Joell Ortiz the new Christopher Rios of rap,
And that's a wrap!
[Verse 2:]
16 but I'm not done
A few more strokes before I come
I am innocent in a lineup, In other words listen up niggas I am not the one
Ol' timer, new comer anybody can get it I'm so serious about these ones
This is how I feed my sons
So until the air leaves my lungs
Fe fi fo fum I'm a giant in this one
Take cover when ya'll hear me come
I'm colossal man, I squash you underneath my feet like gum
I rep the Roc and apple my squad will clap you
When they point that nozzle at you
It'll heart attack you
Skippin' on the beat like Pun
[Hook: x2]
Big Pun's Back!
Big Pun's Back!
Where are my Puerto roc's at?
Wave your flags like that
No need to worry to worry mi Boricuas
Yea your primo is back
Joell Ortiz the new Christopher Rios of rap,
How many times I gotta tell y'all I'm second to none.
No magazine's top ten cause I'm negative one.
So I don't pay attention to them dumb folk
Cause I'm a always be in first like the clutch broke
I'm from where the cut-throats cut coke
Cause school ain't cut it, they cut out the puff smoke
And guess what?
That's who I hang with, so when you speak INDUSTRY - I don't know the language
But play the beat and I'll show you why I'm head honcho
Ya'll gettin' away with murder like the white bronco
Bunch of trash inbetween hooks
Bars too cute to be gettin' all these mean looks
Put the hottest rappers all on one stage together
See who'll hold their arm up like Che Guevera
I rhyme hotter and I say it better
I'm a winter cold war
I'm a product of the Regan Era
Day thinkin till the page inkin'
My 16 free ya'll I'm hip-hop's Abe Lincoln.
Fam I don't know what they thinkin
These niggas got me fucked up like I spent all day drinkin
I'm a boss not a loss yet
You're little lemons in a race with a souped up corvette
I'm so hot I could stand still and pour sweat in the North Pole fully naked with my balls wet
I'm a monster, these other niggas small pets
Claim they sick but they get cured by your dog's vet
I'm thorough from my Yank' to my gourtex
You're bluffin, I play Poker I'm callin all bets
Local boy, when's the last time you all left?
I don't even know where the FUCK I'm goin' on tour next
Last month Canada, before that? Europe
I had Waffles out in Belguim, you ain't had Syrup
Every time I write it's another flight
Another whore with my kids on her underbite
Another "YAOWA! " chant when I touch the Mic
Another Magazine spread, yeah you fuckin right
I'm on my grind like a pair of in-line skates
Get on tracks and go banana's like a Primate
Baboon, Gorilla, Chimpanzee, I'm Wild Ape
King Kong under your skin, I'm bout to Sky-Scrape
But the sky ain't the limit
I could teleport through my mind any minute
Take you to a place where the Lions go "ribbit"
All the frogs "roar" and the fire is frigid
I'm outta this world - don't belong here
What heir'ing the thrown if I taught you from a small chair?
Family, you niggas got it twisted
Flow out of the box, yours chicken and a biscuit
Gave me chicken pox when I listen, I be itchin' to cripple your career like a ligament is missin
Dawg I'm on a mission like an intimate position
When I swing it's Knock Out's I ain't gettin' a decision
From here on it's locked ya'll a prisoner to spittin
Can't escape my bars no visitor's permitted
Welcome to Hell where Joell holds a pitch-fork
And you burn in eternal flames for your bitch talk
Dick in my hand I'm pissed off
But I ain't bucklin', 'Everyday I'm Hustlin' - Rick Ross
One day the whole globe will know I'm Clark Kent
Underneath the shades on a Project park bench
Superman when I grip the Mic
The only way I'm slowin down is if I blow a pound of Kryptonite
From now on I'm a bully I'm a pick the fight
Let them pick you up off the ground when I check ya bite
You'll become a little memory, gigabyte
Me and these beats got married, I'm Mr. Right
Little man you spit aight, I'm on fire
You gotta little buzz - Miller Lite
Man there's so many words runnin' round my brain
If I don't put them on a track I would go insane
Maybe that's why everything I say is crazy
And everyday I wake up, with a naked lady
With a V.I.P. band on my right wrist
Pants on the flow, J.D. with a slight sip
Left in the bottle tele-key on the night stand
I go to the bathroom to pee and then I scram
I live the life of a rock-star
They ain't wanna let me through so I became a Cop Car
Put the Sirens on every time I touch a pen
Everybody move like dope - that's a fuckin '10'
My peers know I'm gonna win.
This music's like my first crush, for years I wanted in
I'm here. Oh boy will you taste the wrath
I'm a make it ugly like what's underneath Jason's mask
I listen to alot of mixtapes and laugh
All Ya'll nigga do is whine like Jamaican ass
Every night I celebrate, we take a glass of Champagne to the brain
Sometimes we take a bath
Victory feels far better
Than Defeat, you niggas weak, Solar's Letter
I'm harder than a fonz-lebber
My worst rhyme's 30 times rougher than your hottest bars ever
I could front like a car fender
Cause everything I'm on DJ's pull up like the bar tenders
New York I'm the answer to your prayers
Head Nod music, leave the dancin over there
Project Shit, ain't no Mansion over here
Just Murder on the strings, Charles Manson on the Snare
I'm hungry the game's like a Food Court
I just gave ya'll a loose hundred, Newports.
Chea
Joell Ortiz
Who feel they...
I see you!
I see you looking at me, looking at me
So I ask: am I psycho?
Am I psycho? yeah, I'm a psycho!
I guess I'm a psycho!
Is a cricket making noise outside of my window cell,
I can't concentrate at my'
While reading a book and cooking, some say this is add,
I count every single step I take I like add.
I just removed the breaks of my brand new atv,
And switch the wheels with a bmx that I received in '83.
I'm a' a political naked and say hey!
I totally forgot what I would say,
But it would be mean and they would just scream
And throw the' and tried to chase me'
I used to love the goose, but'
It was actually a tragedy, man'. is crazy!
When everybody's happy, that makes me mad and I get angry,
Everybody said that I'm' I'm not a baby
I just like to have my way and play and say these really good rhymes,
And make you tumble up'
[Chorus: x2]
Am I a psycho?
Am I a psycho?
Yeah, I'm a psycho
I guess I'm a psycho!
Hey, why are you looking at me, hm?
I ain't looking at you, hm?
But I gotta be looking at you, to see that you're looking at me
That's true!
Forget what I just said, may name is ted, you wanna be cool?
Maybe go shoot some pool,
Maybe go swim in a pool,
Maybe will hit the gym, you'll see how much weight I can pull.
I make good', but I ain't so cool and'
But maybe we won't be friends, I'll make your eyeball look azul.
With a left, a right, I'm kicking the fight, let's fight and that it's cool!
Last night I watched the ' that movie it was clear,
Nobody walked across the screen, and I'm the only one the cheer!
Scratching my nuts here, 'beer, hugging my bear,
Dough, a deer, a female deer, rain upon him, run son!
Protect your mom and sister, here they come!
Bring it on you' how dare you test the'
I'll drag your fury ass across the'
[Chorus: x2]
Am I a psycho?
Am I a psycho?
Yeah, I'm a psycho
I guess I'm a psycho!
Here's the line about how I reached my [?] when I rhyme,
[?] ego is nine, I'm a fucking american psycho.
Lucky number seven, six million '
So seven, leaving skeletons [?]. this reveal post,
[?] I killed him, propped them behind a wheel.
When I ditched his last words, you need to see doctor '
Cannibal, tragic, and more dramatic, '
Defrost the [?] smack the shit out of you and refreeze it,
Call it the first murder remix, kill him, revive him, I'll live him, [?]
You should totally sting that police officer with a sling,
' inside my head and not the police, it sting
Be wrapped around my finger when I'm working on the moon, '
[Chorus: x2]
Am I a psycho?
Am I a psycho?
Yeah, I'm a psycho
[Intro: Joell Ortiz (DJ Tedsmooth)]
A one two, a one two (Tedsmooth!) A one two, a one two (Straight Face!)
I like to, introduce myself, my name is, Joell Or-tiz (You remember!)
[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
Uh! The feet is Nike the jeans is Levi
The tee is white the fitted is N.Y.
My box are Diddy the box is pretty
But the bottle inside a have you wobblin dribblin
I rep the most poppin city (New York)
The apple is rotten the blocks is gritty the ave is gwoppin
Decoys is lurkin toys is squirtin
Tuck that hurt in them boys is hurtin
We gamble wild the games get violent
The hammers loud the neighbors silent
The cameras flash the sirens flare
The ambulance ain't fast you dyin there
To pay cable you grindin here
The kitchen table a white affair
The rappers spit the time is near
I'm straight hood that's how I'm rhymin yeah!
[Chorus: Joell Ortiz]
A one two, a one two, a one two, a one two
I like to, introduce myself, my name is, Joell Or-tiz
[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]
Uh! The boots is Tim's the jeans is Polo
The hoodie is Champ the skully is Solo
The leather is Pelle the AB's no go
I'll let you slide if the ball is Ocho
I'm too cool can't ruin my mojo
Don't fuck you dicks pause no homo
You talk slick you 'gon fall in slow mo
My right quicker with the force of Cotto
I write hits on my thoughts I'm oh so
Starlight like a toss from Romo
The theater is wack we bottleg movies
Too much for packs the moves is Lucy's
The broads is bad with awesome fatties
It turns you on when they call you daddy
The butter is shower the high is sweet
The love is yaowww and you like this speech
[Chorus: Joell Ortiz]
A one two, a one two, a one two, a one two
[Notorious B.I.G.:]
I'm hard, Jehovah said I'm barred from the pearly gates
Fuck him, I didn't want to go to Heaven anyway
But my momma got me on my knees with my hands gripped
Talking 'bout some praise the lord shit
Hail Mary, fuck her, I never knew her
I'd probably screw her, and dump her body in the sewer
Our Father – My pops stuck up dope spots
Big black and mean with the fifth by the gabardine
What you expected from his next of kin?
I'm loco bro, but ain't no Mexican
I got nines in the bedroom, glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin
The lesson from the Smith and Wessun is depressin
Niggas keep stressin, the same motherfuckin question
How many shots does it take, to make my heart stop
and my body start to shake?
[Joell Ortiz:]
I ain't here to make friendships
I'm already cool with a bunch of fool ass niggas that extend clips
And get they blast on
You'll be better off walkin' through Manhattan with a Bin Laden mask on
I walk in the club – hammer's get to passin'
You walk in to clubs with Hammer – you a has-been
I'm what's hot now, don't get mad at me
I'll make sure your ever after ain't happily
They'll bring flowers, light candles, post pictures up
Spray paint handball courts – dead nigga stuff
And you don't want that, so breathe easy, relax
The shotty make your body real easy to detach
The doc'll have a hard time trying to put your BACK together
So get your ACT together, scrap
Now who had said Puerto Ricans can't rap? (huh?)
Homeboy please, this is Joell Ortiz
[Jay-Z:]
When the gun is tucked, untuck - nigga you die
It's like numchuks held by the Jet L-I
I'm the one thus, meanin' no one must try
No two, no three, no four, know why?
Because one's four-five might blow yo' high
You ain't gotta go to church to get to know yo' God
It's a match made in Heaven when I (bam!) 'splay the seven
Put you on the nigga news, UPN at 11
Where you been, you ain't heard, got the word that I'm
(bl-blast) that I'm so sin-surr?
I'm especially Joe Pesci with it friend
[Joell Ortiz:]
On a scale of one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Eight, nine, ten, motherfucker I'm in eleven
I served twelve twelves amongst thirteen buildings
But fourteen grams, oh man I made a killing
On the fifteenth the welfare check dropped
So it popped like the sixteens sitting in my Glock
Seventeen years old with the coliseum fronts
In the back way with like eighteen blunts
It was nineteen, I forgot the year but it was on
Cause dimes went out of style and the twenties came along
Twenty-one dollar E&Js; with my crew
Cracks in my ass and the grands are twenty-two
Twenty-three on my jersey, Nikes on my feet
On the twenty-fourth bus tryna write to a beat
Locked the game like twenty-five to life at twenty-six
Twenty-seven gave you +The Brick+, at twenty-eight I give you this nigga
(Yeah)
Dear Lord (word)
Why do I feel how I feel?
I could move a thousand bundles of krills (uh huh)
I could hit the lottery for a mil
Money no longer make me smile, it's wild
Stress hurt like burying your first child (word)
I'm really losin' my drive to do this music (damn)
If it don't happen after this, I'm through with it (done)
Twenty-five, still live at my mom's crib, two kids
Ever heard that saying, "so smart you're stupid"?
That's me
Fourteen and change on my S.A.T.'s
Chose the project over college, what a fuck up (fuck)
On the block hollering at bitches like "fuck you, you stuck up"
But what could a shorty see in a jerk, a man when she leave?
A man when she get back from work
What am I worth? (huh?)
Then they said my pay could get me out the P's
But he been away for five, so he don't see what I see (woof)
Mom's like "turn that down, I can't hear my T.V. (shit)
Worrying about them beats, I ain't raised no deadbeats (but I–)
Better find you a application boy, get up on yo feet" (right)
Though your E.D.'s was dirty, my rhyme book was neat (ya)
Plus I ink my heart and soul in 'em sheets (but uh)
Holla at me though (word)
I'm so unhappy yo
Don't wanna be the dude in the barbershop that coulda made it (nah)
And decipher when young boys spittin' shit that's outdated
And 'em niggas walkin' away like homie was overrated (damn)
Life ain't a bitch
Life is life and I hate it
Never tried suicide, I ain't got the heart to pull it
Know your brain feel pain when it stained by that bullet (whoa)
I don't wanna live
Yet I don't wanna die (die)
And have God say "you was about to do it, Joell why? " (why)
Daddy, do you even care that yo boy is still alive? (uhh)
Ain't seen you since '83, hello to you to (damn)
Guess I was unimportant, and you had to do you
Sad that I had to guess, that just added to my stress
Mom did her best– man, fuck that, I don't get it
How could you just go and forget that I existed? (your son)
Guess I'm not like you
'Cause I ain't a punk (no way)
I don't run away from problems, I solve 'em and man up (what)
Mom said I got a step-brother named Jamel
A older sister as well
Forgot her name
Why did we never meet?
I was the only child (uh huh)
Who wasn't an only child (uh huh)
Who felt lonely, wow (wow)
How can I tell my sons about a grandpa I ain't know? (you can't)
I'm done with you, yo next topic
I miss you James, I seen your daughters last month
They gettin' big (yeah)
I know you surprised in heaven that Yvette had a kid (haha)
Wish we could sip one more bluie together (one more)
In that RX-7, we all smelt like gas (haha)
Still we hopped in the pool, shopped off with her ass (shaw)
P.A. ain't the same without you
Whenever me and P.O. get bent, that's my word
We think about you (word)
Rollin' up your sleeve, that's when we knew you was drunk
Remember that time your armpit had that yellowish stuff? (haha)
What the fuck was that? (yeah)
Be proud of me, I'm coming up in rap (what)
Jus waiting on my dough, you know the biz (biz)
What up with Miz? Tell that nigga I say "what up? "
DeVon gettin' better in b-ball, his tall ass is tryna dunk (haha)
Through this gift right here, I promise to stay in touch
One, when will this bus come? Been waitin' on this ride for years (years)
All my shirts is stiff from the driest tears
What the fuck? I'm knife, the world need to know (c'mon)
Comments on HipHopGame say "honestly, he should blow" (Joell)
All these meetings was lame, every one is the same (where we goin'?)
I pop in my demo and everyone blows insane
Walk out the building, head higher than cocaine
Only for me to never ever hear from them again (damn)
That's why I contemplate puttin' my pen away
But I don't, 'cause muh'fuckers did the same shit to Jay (word)
Coincidence? Nah, I don't believe in those (fuck em)
Shit happens for a reason, if this was meant, I'll know (word)
What do I got to do, Lord? My song's is tight (uh huh)
My shows is jam-packed, I'm hip hop's "anthrax" (sick)
Nobody can touch me but I'm still in the hood
How could you leave me around danger when your boy's this good?
Patience is a virtue but enough is enough (yeah)
By the time I get on I'll be to tired to celebrate
Yeah, I know I'm lying, I'll wake up when I get that cake (haha)
First thing I'll cop is a plane ticket and escape (flyy)
I don't care where just far away from here (gone)
Turn my phone off, I'll fold my beach chair and just stare (look at this shit)
Like "hell yeah, life"
Told you we twinkle our toes in the sand that's white (c'mon)
Last one to the ocean is weak
And swim in the water that's clear enough to stand up and see your feet (damn)
But that's only "if", if "If" was a CEO (what)
We'd all have a deal (huh)
We'd all sell a mil (word)
I'm talkin' to underdogs who feel how I feel
Well y'all can't feel how I feel, but you know what I mean
Right now I can only write about the things I've seen (cool though)
Sounds sad but, I could fit that in a sixteen
And the furthest I ever been was L.A. for a couple of days
Can't front, the plane was smooth and in front of the train (haha)
And anyway, everything ain't okay
I'm try and live for today, but tomorrow's a repeat of yesterday (psyche)
Same shit, different paper
Another let down, but they disguise it this time with a different answer (damn)
The game's scared to gamble and they know I'm nice (c'mon)
How you gonna double up yo dough if you don't roll 'em dice? (damn)
It's a fifty-fifty chance, but in my case, it's ninety-nine to one (one)
The one is what I'm gon' say when I'm done havin' fun with these tracks
'Cause yes, it's so, so easy (yeah)
Like readin' the Good Book in a room with no T.V. (what)
No I ain't braggin', just a confident kid (uh huh)
That ain't reaping the benefits he deserved for conquering "this" (c'mon)
"This" meaning the crowd (crowd), the art (art), hip hop itself
I am the one, Neo is my son
People, I'm from the bottom just like you
If you ain't from the bottom, no offense, but are not who I write to (nah)
I'm the underdog's underdog, I love the R's (love 'em)
Joey feels so much better when the road was hard (ahh)
I can't wait, literally
I'm the epitome of what a real nigga Emcee should be (uh uh)
[Intro: Joell Ortiz]
Yooo-wah! It's the boy Joell Ortiz
Yo man, we at a half a brick now!
Y'all know the work is fire
HE COPIED IT from me!
[Joell Ortiz:]
Wake up wake up, the verse is here
Mailman hurry up, ain't no food up in here
We live check to check, the projects steps is wet with piss
Elevator broke, come fix this shit
Mischievous kids steal chips outta the corner store
Find stick, walk through the hood, with a 4-by-4
Eviction letters on your door when your rent late
You riffin like your welfare was supposed to have set cake
We turn the johnny pump up until the wrench break
It ain't safe, you walk by and get a drenched face
Every other month you sobbin at a friend's wake
Lightin candies in front of the buildin with Henn' straight
Chinese food is a gourmet meal
That General Tso's chicken is always real
Elders call the cops cause the hallways filled
With weed smoke, so when we see Deebo we peel
Deep throat is I'll from a true bird
So like two-thirds of the time we climb up to the roof, word
Devil beat's still alive
You can't park your car anywhere, for them rims they'll steal your ride
Your whole vehicle gone by the time you realize
Somebody flossin quite often at the other side of Brooklyn
Raise your hand if you spend a night in the book and
Bet you I see more arms than Saddam and his Muslims
It's cocaine cookin in the pot; smell the fumes?
The finished product got the tenants sellin living rooms
Every time they cop, they singing a different tune
The crack got their brain boiling like a chicken stew
Take a hit or two
And watch you go from heavy-set with a job to out of work and invisible
That's a pitiful visual but this shit is true
To be honest some of my fam on a mission too
We play lotto and hope that we hit our way out
I stopped chasin that dream, my leg gave out
Don't be mad, UPS is hirin
Tried that, after the first check came retirement
Back hurtin, my situation ain't that urgent
Felt like I got ran over by a black 'burban
Scenarios like that make me the rap Earvin
Magic Johnson, I'm Barry Bonds when his bat workin
Hit maker, mixtape of the year
Can everybody just take a deep breath? Yes!
I'm fresh air, let's hear all the nonsense
He's kind of heavy, he's gonna be hard to market (what else?)
Plus he's Latin, it's that or he's gonna target
So I'm big, so is Big, so is Big Pun
And you know like I know that you know that they both get dumb
So just stop it, know my target is everyone
5-foot Mexicans, Africans that's 7'1"
I can even cater to all the Native Americans
They can dance around my fire until the rain come
I knew it from day one
It took y'all 2, 555 days to say I'm a great one?
Seven years I've been proven and sheddin tears like I'm through with it
Heard a track, went back and ruined it
This music shit made my first baby moms jet
We was broke, I was workin hard on my project
I tried to tell her this is our way out the project
If I don't go 100% it won't be no progress
She looked at me like, "Yeah right, you job-less
Tryin to rap, my bags is packed, see you in August"
I had to eat that, she right, we ain't had money
But the Pampers was there and my son had a fat tummy
All I ask was a little smile support
What I get? Letters in the mail for child support
But it's cool, success is near, I can taste it
Now you know all the times we argued was time wasted
I took the hip-hop exam and I aced it
Matter of fact, the board of rap didn't know how to grade it
I'm so left with it, effortlessly
Y'all'll be left on the shelf if it was left up to me
Left y'all a while ago, made a left in the V.O.
The BQE feel in the water and was left in the sea
Yeah, my flow liquid; too much H2O in it
My system, I ain't drown, I became a wave and rolled with it
I make it hard for y'all to swim on the track
After I rap, I'm the current that be pushin you back
Givin me dap's like, puttin your hand up in a hot pot
Did you not know that I'm fire like a pot spot?
If this was hopscotch, you would hop to the next box
I hop to the next park and try to block shots
On the ball court, I'm not of this element
Went to the zoo when I was 3, not for the elephants
Just for the smell of it - I'm a different breed
They should've built a cage with a stage and had a Joell in it
My attitude is not celibate, fuck you!
I'll violate your whole album with a one-two
When I was one, two
I used to take on one, two, three niggaz in battles and won too
About one, two, three years ago
I had a 1-2 inch single on Rawkus that won two
I'm the kind of dude you compare no one to
Your engineer's a boxer, he gotta punch you
I'm one take with it, they did it, not me
They's the industry, it's how they got me
Pissed off, like a case of beer to the face
Great taste, less fillin, I ain't feeling y'all taste
Dude your praise is weak; seven days a week
Same joint on the radio, course they gon' say it's heat
Y'all use hypnotism, play the same beat
Same rhymes all the time got they brain on repeat
Y'all can hear me once and know that I am him
The second comin of nice, I terrorize the pen
Analyze the gems, disregard the ice movement
I'm talkin to jewels that I use when I write, stupid
When I do it, they gon' stay hatin
Cause I'm a be on top of the game, both feet on my PlayStation
You could try to find a safe haven
But it's nowhere to run and hide from this undeniable vacation (nah)
Get out the car, I'm in the driver's seat
The gas tank is full and the ride is sweet
The kind of rank you pull is the kind I eat
The only stripes you'll earn will remain on your stomach
As the weight loss begins when your income plummets
Send in the news coverage, I will make dudes public
Extra extra, read all about it!
Another artist missin, last seen in an outfit
Had to be desgined by some big name stylist
Any info please don't be afraid to dial this
718 - y'all motherfuckers ain't fuckin with me
I'm a violate, I'll +Violate+ with the likes of 50
You's a enemy homie if you ain't ridin with me
Friend or foe, answer the question or I'll decide it quickly
Feast your eyes on the rookie of the year
The uniform I wear will fit none of my peers
[Intro:]
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the most feared up and coming emcee of them all
[Verse:]
Joell ortiz what they call you crazy
that kid has been nothing but short of awesome lately
His mixtape recieved 4 stars in the u.k
Toured s.o.b's down several tuesdays
Valet it up on hot 9 with kay slay
He on nba live 05
Cuz ea sponsored the rap battle last year that he won
A flight from l.a headed back to where he from
6 Hours so he copped a little somethin to read son
Source mag page 66 was a regun
He got unsigned hype the reckonightion had begun
Very next monday was double x l's chairmans choice
Recently the p.r prray got to hear his voice
Now he back in xxl this time show and prove
Cuz he writtin hit records and his shows improved
He's the dude you need to worrie about
3 More mixtapes done he fin to put those out
Thats how he laugh at doubt
If i was you i would clear his path
Cuz everything about him says you really wanna feel his wrath
He turned down 3 deals this last month
Labels playing tug a war with his name he who they want
He signin over there "Nope" He signin over here "Nope"
The both of ya'll wrong he grindin over there
In a city near you tryin to strengthen his fan base
Layin down cuts like a band-aid
He know how many dudes this man paid the list is endless
He carry big crates just to get into the club
And when he got into the club he gave out his mixtape
His work ethic is great his drives like t-mac
You let him go share a poster RELAX
He's back give him room to breathe
All those that hated will all soon believe
All those who made it will all soon just leave
Once the fans get a whif of mister ortiz
He spits raw please dont confuse him with these other cats
He's a full workout they 3 jumping jacks
Front to back he's an obstacle to overcome
I mean you know nothings impossible but dont be dumb
He grew up in cooper projects so you know he's slum
The only child homie wild he the only one i ever heard nick named the peoples champ
Under-dog all his life earned his stripes doin things he aint like
Like igniting the fifth all night huggin the strip servin a pregnant bitch hard white
He happy his mom's never sucked a glass pipe
She use to sniff gettin her off that shit was a fight
Why the fuck you think homeboy go hard when he writes
Tryin to make his future bright cuz his past got him tight
His cash might be lite pockets empty kid
But same time next year its mtv cribs
His put his life on it twice on it
To make sure he cant ask ? His crib must gon' have a nice price on it
Chandaliers with the ice on it, Persian rugs with no mice on it
Huge tv screens with classics episodes of miami vice on it
Indoor pool and the floor got a mic on it
Plaques all over the wall with his name engraved nice on it
Man listen his ambition gonna have the game locked like the box in san quentin
Fin to win his race cuz he ran different
In through the no's out through the mouth
Not worryin bout his competition radio clout
Look straight same pace let them nigga's be out
They true colors gonna show later on when they breathin all heavy and they legs is worn
Duke gone from havin an ill buzz in the streets
To yo dont nobody give a fuck when he speak
I know it could happen in a couple of weeks
Lifes a bitch aint it ?
But me i love every picture that this kid painted
He's the difference between artists and rappers
Artists draw hits rappers take flicks
Other rappers trey sick man these nigga's aint shit
Everythings basic they should claim the same clique
Thats why everything he give hip hop game sick
Like the syringe in the vein of an aids patient
C'aint spit on this b.k bemis take that
The kid is go sign by the dudes who made rap
Face facts g-rap told mike he got a problem on his hands
Mike is joe's a & r just so y'all understand
Krs responded with one word "damn"
The cyphers complete once he shake rakim hand
He a one man movement
General coronel seargent major private and them youngin's on the front lines shootin
Gun high troopin through this war with his music
And he aint gonna stop till he drop get use to it
He speak english fluent his spanish pequeno
So doin regeaton a slight problemo plus he sound moreno
They aint know he was spanish till he transformed so quick and got his goverment established
but none of this matters if you nice you nice
You could be ethiopian rhymin for rice
You could be hatian tryin to rhyme for your rights
You could be south african writtin rhymes for ice
You could be cuban rhymin to cop you a nice little boulder to make it to us coast over night
It is what it is in this buiss you live
When you die thats when your records sales sky high
He tryin to rep while he alive his heart still beatin
Brain still sumbin his nerves still tweakin
Stomach still growlin cuz what he's eatin
Aint enough bring the twelve gauge out its duck season
give him one reason your carreer is gone
Say his name on a song he'll put yours on a tombstone
Not a pizza either im talkin everybody blacked down cryin to the wrods of a speakin preacher
He's a deep believer and what goes around comes around and whats comin around is dope
And what went around is his name and the strength of his flow
His ill show his radio apperances and more
Some things is maybe's and some things for sure
Some niggas is crazy and some nigga's m.o
some nigga's is lazy and some nigga's just wont stop workin till they get what they deserve ya know
That nigga is joe e double l o r tiz pa' please you one match in the snow
He's like a crib on the sun sittin next to the fireplace with the heat on a million and one
This young man is hot he'll sun tan your block
He gon' keep firing your gun jam alot
Heat rise expect to see this man on the top
[Outro:]
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the most feared up and coming emcee of them all
Joell ortiz what they call you crazy
Oh, yeah...
It's him again! [scratches] (Joell Ortiz!)
Y'all know the voice! [scratches]
Always bless you with a new joint, - shit you never heard;
I need a place to lay low, bro, cause this one is murder!
Yaaa, check! - Cool as a faaan, fresh as a new leather, (new leather!)
The new member in an argument of who's better. (ch'eah!)
The cool cheddar keep it New Yorican. (yup!)
In a Hoopty gettin' brain from a chain on the Major Deegan! (UGGH!)
The haters speakin', never mind playa! (naah!)
The block ex-crack dime shaver turned best rhyme sayer. (Yaowa!)
The candy chewer, Laffy Taffy over Life Saver, (ch'eah!)
The orgasm every time, that's what the pipe gave her. (BOOM!)
The gutter dweller, never nice neighbors! (nope!)
The sour mixin with the Jack Daniel's to give it nice flavor. (aaaahh!)
The back in the days type gamer,
They used to hate Super Nintendo, nigga, that used to like Sega! (hahaaa!)
The clawed his way in the door rapper that's like Vega,
Never killed nobody, in that booth he's such a life taker. (ch'eah!)
The every other night somebody else's wife scraper, (uhh!)
The nigga makin' veterans look like a 9th grader!
You goddamn right I'm that nigga! [scratches] (Joell Ortiz!) [scratches]
Uhh! - The talk of the town, clown when we in the party,
Karaoke sing on the low but yo don't tell nobody. (hehe!)
The never had nothin', now he doin' hella cocky.
The haters vomit from the smell of papi! (EEEWWW!)
The low caesar with the sharp parts, (parts!)
That might fiend on the scene with 16's gettin' green like a golf cart. (Guru!)
The beef lookin' at the rest of y'all like Pop-Tarts! (GRRRR!)
Verses got-y'all-frownin'-up, y'all-faces-like my mom's farts. (hahaaa!)
The NY repper, don't dare side-stepper! (no!)
The casual dresser: - low whites, light sweater. (ch'eah!)
The bike revver on a summer day! (eerr!)
The give the DJ so much heat they don't know which one to play! (OOHH!)
The E-1 gunner, used to be up under Dre,
Finna drop crack and not look back like a runaway. (bye!)
The have fun every time he in the booth spitter, (uhh!)
The take on anybody! - Old nigga, new nigga... (OOHH!)
Y'all think it's a game? [scratches]
I ain't playin'! [scratches] (Joell Ortiz!)
Uhh! - The truth in the purest form (note!)
The frontliner. - First nigga to shoot when the war is on! (boom!)
The hop on your beat and cruise like the Autobahn,
And force radio to play my version of all the songs! (WHOOO!)
The diddy bopper in the city proper, (oh, yeah!)
The walk up in the strip club and throw it up - like a shitty vodka. (eeeww!)
The used to be a butt man turned titty clocker, (aaahhh!)
The hop up in the bed and beat it up, - kitty boxer! (hehe!)
Okay! - The occasional kitty licker,
Only if her box is the shit, (what?) - kitty litter! (HAAAA!)
The good swimmer, Caribbean beach feet dipper, [inhale]
The Rican whale, size of three Flippers. (boop, boo-boop!)
The flow stronger than the current in the winter in the East River, (ch'eah!)
The poker player, top pan with the mean kicker. (oohh!)
The hip-hop light, when it was in it's darkest hour, (uhh!)
They can't do a song without at least one YAOWA!
This ain't gon' stop brother... huh? [scratches] (Joell Ortiz) (Female: Statik Selektah!} [scratches]
Always bless you with a new joint, - shit you never heard;
We gon' make it rock and rolls, uh
Hey, all you gotta do, is yell out one word
And the word is, cocaine
Can you do that? I'll tell you when
Uh, dear coke, what's the deal? How you been?
It been a little second since we was gettin' it in
Know I kinda abandoned you, but you know what?
This music shit was promisin', look I'm 'bout to blow up
But I'm never huggin' the strip in my old Chucks
Tryin' to get mo' bucks
Dodgin' the gold truck, we had it sewn up
You ain't get no cut, still you pumped for me
You was just happy that we both lived comfortably
What up with Dope and them niggaz? They still gettin gwap?
They had the whole block itchin' like the chickenpox
Aiyyo Cook, 'member you used to get in the pot?
Come out actin' hard, how many pleas did niggaz cop?
Like how how many ways to get money y'all niggaz got?
And I'll be down, I post up faithfully at 6 o'clock
But nah, it's been me and my dudes since day one
We ain't lookin' for partners, step up your game son
Sometimes I wonder if you miss me
Man I miss you even though that life is riskier
(Cocaine, he, he, he)
My dude, when push come to shove
The reason all them police clowns look in glove
When they stop the V, heard you fuckin' with Keisha
You let her start fuckin' wit'chu?
I know, what's a brother to do?
She was always sniffin' around since, back in the day
She of age now, she know the mind games you played
I know you got her feenin', runnin' back for more
Knowin' yo' dirty ass you probably ran up in that raw
So she open
(She open)
Me I'm still datin'
This music take all my time and these girls ain't got patience
But fuck these bitches, what up with these snitches?
Is niggaz tellin'?
Must be a new day, used to lose your toupees for yellin'
Glad that I ain't a felon, they never caught you with me
If they only knew that you had grew to a quarter a week
I'da been on the phone up north orderin' briefs
Sweat pants and somethin' white, socks on the feet
But they didn't, coulda been different
I thought about that while this kite was bein' written, listen
(Cocaine, he, he, he)
Guess what I'm tryin' to say is I'm done
We had fun, not to sound like a jerk but I won
I'm doin' things the right way 'cause you showed me wrong
The people bump our stories when I throw it on a song
I'ma ride this thing out until the motor gone
And when the road get bumpy I'm still holdin' on
'Til I'm out the project grass and gotta mow the lawn
The sky is the limit but you know Joe try and go beyond
But God forbid that don't work, I never went soft
I'm back in the hood pickin' right up where we left off
This is a heads up, don't count me out, dawg
If things don't go right I'm goin' left like a southpaw
Back to punchin' dudes in their face for tryin' mouth off
Servin' all the fiends that be tryin' to get they couch off
Aiyyo coke, don't forget about the kid
Might need you one day if I happen to get up out the biz
Never forgot where I came from
Where I first started to scoop my little bit of change from
(Cocaine)
That's his name, son
That's his name, nigga
Hey, all you gotta do, is yell out one word
And the word is, cocaine
Yaowa
. A lot been going on these past three months. If you don't mind, I'd like to share it with you
Let's see. Summer of Oh Ten
Right before it kicked off I lost a really close friend
Last time we kicked it was at a show in Coney Island
Fucked with some bitches, I swear I miss my homie whylin'
That was bad enough news, like I needed to hear more
Mr. Marshall Mathers is interested in us four
"Us four" being Crooked I, Joe Budden
Royce and myself, but I swear it's always somethin'
When talks got real,
E-1 started frontin
Tryna cock block, but we handled that, it's nothin.'
Listen close, hear it from the horse's mouth, It's crazy
The deal ain't finalized, but yeah, Slaughterhouse and Shady
Show's been getting better,
Highline was retarded
When Fat Joe came out, New York City went bonkers
Styles P came out and held it down for all of Yonkers
Even Sean Paul ripped it after twistin up the ganja
Closed the show with Jim Jones, you know, Nissan, Honda
Chevy.
Had the fans Andretti, that's a monster
Wish I coulda spit that on the stage at Summer Jam
Can't complain though, that verse helped me scoop a couple grand
Aside from the music, copped a new apartment
Two bedroom joint, nothing fancy, a little carpet
Marble in the kitchen, cool walk-in closet
A painting here and there, something simple for an artist
If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
Well then feel sorry for me, cause I had more than one
Like E-1 and Slaughterhouse single, I lost the one
Before the us and Pharoahe Monch Canada tour was done
I argued with her like, "Being insecure is dumb
The only thing that I could get from all these whores is cum."
We did the Skype thing in my bunk on late nights
Always started cool but ended in the same fight
Why I ain't picking up the phone once again
It only takes a second to reply to BBM
Baby, I don't know what to say
Maybe it was the 20 hour drive from Montreal to Thunder Bay
Maybe my phone died, maybe I'm sound checkin'
Maybe I'm on stage going in for the crowd, sweatin'
Either way it's over, you failed to understand
You were dealing with a star, not your average brother man
On another note, I got to kick it with my sons
Dave and Buster's
, winning tickets, it was fun
Hit Rockaway Beach,
played some frisbee in the sun
At summer camp they had a Track and Field Olympics and they won
I took it down to Miami on the Fourth
Wobbled out a mansion, and did cameo of course
Shit I brought to the telly looked like panties on a horse
this bitch said "Nigga ram me 'til I cough."
(I gotta call that bitch)
Flex
see that I'm focused
Droppin bombs like I did to get rid of the roaches
Feels good being Puerto Rican from the projects
Countries overseas having
a ball like my cahones
This summer I did well setting up of Oh Eleven
Coming up on the year
my granny said "Hello" to Heaven
My mom still goes through it, every now and then she cries
I'm trying to bring a different set of tears into her eyes
Free Agent is fire
, the world's will sees it's tough
Gonna drop the Yaowa Mixtape with
Green
Shouts to ICU, the documentary is nuts
Some people on there gone, a lot of memories, but yup
Gotta keep it pushing, though the
ride gets bumpy
I'mma keep whipping it
Hate to be so blunt, but I came up extra poor
Borrowed from next door, couldn't get ketchup from the store
The butt of all the jokes, cause of the rejects that I wore
Matching perfectly with all the V-necks that I tore
But nope, not no more, my feet keep the sickest kicks
Still doing V-necks, but now my shit is crisp
I'm coming for the title boys, I hope you niggas rhyme
Treating this like high school, "A" game every time
Let you niggas party, go on
Vacay
'Til every verse I kick is like Pele in his prime
Y'all don't want a war, screaming "Mayday" with a nine
Your thought caliber is no match for this AK in my mind
Don't get clapped, like sex with a dirty slut
When I'm done with rap, they gon' hang ya boy jersey up
Cause I done been an all star on all bars
My dad left and the apple never falls far
So I'm gone like a sports car
Anyone who thinks they're better is just wild, draw four cards
I did this by myself, no help brother
No more sag, I'm coming for that belt fuckers
Said my prayers and God called Joell's number
I said ah-one-two one-two
Right about now is the time
I kick a nursery rhyme (uhh)
Goddamn it he did it again, didn't he?
Hickory dickory dock, the mouse ran up the clock
So it's time to get the cheese, y'all be rhymin like yo please
I got that second bowel flow, I'm rhymin with the ease
You never see me on lists inside these magazines
But I'm +The Source+ of rap discussions, they Vibe-in with Ortiz
In my +XXL+ shirt, lion over my jeans
It's like I'm fightin in Europe, I'm fire overseas!
Hip-Hop's messiah, bring your sire to his knees
I'm "nevaeh" in reverse, paradise in the P's
I'm Iron Mike in the '80s in the black trunks
Act pump ya lyin on your back slump, all my lions pack punch
Who wan' be rap lunch? Me make your snack chump
Ya likkle pistol pack pack pump, me mac dump!
Fast munch, I reckon you stay away from the wreckin ball
If I swing in your direction I'll level you all like a measured wall
The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout
Down came the rain and washed the spider out
I'm the definition of ill, Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water, I took Jack's crown and pushed him down
I manslaughter all around the damn border
Optimus in his +Prime+, a fuckin Transformer!
Walk in any club I'm the subject of camcorders
So I'm slidin out the back e'ry night with a man's daughter
Puttin my you-know-what, you know where
No not down there, in between both ears
Leave my seeds on they nose hairs, oh yeah I go there
What the fuck you expect? I fuck necks 'til they throat tears
Embody the projects, symbolize the struggle
Where the kids pawn my object to minimize the trouble
I been in rides with duffle bags stuffed with the crack
Few years later I put them same drugs on the track
Got the globe hot from coca in a flow you can't toca
So listen close chocha, CLLATE LA BOCA
Twinkle twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are
Goddamn I'm the man, Mary had a little lamb
Whose fleece was white as snow
I skinned him and ROCKED that lil' nigga to my show
I be dipper than an O-, R-E-O cookie I'mma milk 'em for this dough
I'm a pilgrim with the hoes - I could rock a Plymouth Sundance
In dumb pants and still thank her for givin me a blow, job
No prob, they go home I go. hard
And find another broad to hump free/Humphrey, Bo-gart
John Rambo got ammo for whole squads
I rhyme over a banjo and handle yo' bars
I'm high and won't fall like a dope nod
I'm outta here, every rhyme's a postdated postcard
Don't mention my name, just keep playin yo' part
Cause I got a +Gang+ of +Wolves+, Amadeus Mozart's
I don't smile, ain't gon' set it
See you in the hospital spellin YAOWA, Yo' Ass On Wild Anesthetics!
Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O
And on this farm he had you ducks, garbage with your flow
Y'all can't fuck with Joell
Y'all just be sayin stuff that only he can understand
Wooh!
Yaowa!
Hard of gettin' outta beeed each and every day,
I gotta [?] at a jooob that I really hate.
I gotta bring him home a much-much better way,
But never ever gonna give uuuuup! (never give up)
I can't hear all the negative you got to say,
I got my plane and now I'm gonna make a way!
Straight to the top where there's a finer way;
I did it by myself with no help along the waaaay! (Yaaaaowa!)
They want me to quit, - so I work so haaard! (yeah!)
Get off of my dick! - Homie, this my job. (let's go!)
I ain't got no time to play no games, (no!)
Baby, it's showtime; they want my name! (oooh!)
Don't know about you, chump, but I'm gon' win. (ch'eah!)
Go get your whole crew, punk, cause I go IN!
You witnessin' greatness, embrace this, girl. (yeah!)
Don't let me waste this, come taste this, girl! (HAHAAA!)
I come from the projects, so yes, I'm hood! (look!)
But I ain't gon' smack y'all unless I should. (whattup?)
So stay out my way, boy, and it's all good! (uh-huh!)
I'm doin' it, playboy, I wish y'all would! (maaaan!)
Come try to stop me! Oh, no! Not now! (NO!)
I'm feelin' like Rocky, I won't go down! (HAAAAA!)
I'm headed right to the top! (uhh!)
Whether you like it or not, haters would like me to stop. - IT'S SOOO... (SOOO!)
I'm a never give UP! (give UP!) - I ain't you, ahh.
Like a really good nut, (haaah!) - I came too far! (ch'eah!)
Can't settle for less, I'm the best, hands dooown!
Put me to the test! - EMS, man down. (BLOOOW!)
Y'all think it's a joke, - but my ass don't laugh! (naaah!)
I came up broke. - I ain't have no cash! (eerr!)
So I ain't the one for all the nonsense, boi!
Don't have me killin you on my conscious, boi! (WHOOO!)
I know it get tough, - but I will survive; (yeah!)
The road is rough, - but I got four-wheel drive! (DRIVE!)
I am a hustler, my time is close, (yeah!)
You just a "Buster", go find some "Ghosts"! (hahaaa!)
Your face look angry, that makes me proud. (uh-huh!)
So naaah, don't wait! Please, just hate me NOOOOW! (c'mon!)
I'm just payin' my dues. (uh-huh!)
And steady makin' my moves, (uh-huh!) I know y'all prayin' I lose; it's SOOO... (SOOO!)
It's haaaaard comin' from the bottom, (so haaaard...)
So haaaaard, the pressure to the toooop! (so haaaard...)
But there's noo going back nooooow;
Don't you quit, don't you give up! - Don't you give up! Noooo! (noooo!) {never give up!}
It's haaaaard comin' from the bottom, (so haaaard...)
So haaaaard, the pressure to the toooop! (so haaaard...)
But there's noo going back nooooow;
Don't you quit, don't you give up! - Don't you give up! Noooo!
Every day when I wake up, I thank that, maaan!
I don't complain, nope! - I play my haaand! (let's go!)
Pray on my downfall? No, that won't work! (NO!)
Your flow like a ground ball, man, y'all so dirt. (hahaaa!)
I'm so monsterous with this brain (look!)
Oh so awesomeness, feel this flame! (HAAAHH!)
I'm no narcissist but I'm so fly,
I should go on Mars and just tell y'all: "Bye! " (whooo!)
"I'm workin' so hard! " - So with that said,
I get right on my job - when I leave this dead. (c'mon!)
I'm watchin' my carbs, - but I need this bread! (YEAH!)
I wanna be large - like my pitbull's head! (HAAAHHH!)
So I won't let up like constant rain,
Fam y'all just suck, - constant braaaiiin! (ooohh!)
Homie, your flow is too frail (uh-huh!)
For toe-to-toe with Joell, (uh-huh!) I know you want me to fail! It's SOOO... (SOOO!)
You goin' about this aaaall wrong, son.
Look at you! [beat starts]
It's Friday night, - and you just got paid,
But you done spent every dime on this hoe - tryna get laid!
But that's a weak angle! (word!) - That's what the streets made you?
A halfway trick nigga?! (maa-aan!) - Make me sick, nigga! (ha!)
Okay! - You in the spot behind that bitch liquor?
That's cool! But her friends, too? She got like six with her.
You Mr. Big Figure? (pssss!) - Man, you's a big sucka!
It's "Friday", and you spent E'RYTHING like you Chris Tucker! (hahaha!)
Let's knock the MOOOVE! - Think these ladies all on you
Cause you rockin' jewels - and you got a face like some model dude? (please!)
You beyond a fool! (look!)
Dawg, you spendin' all yo' CASH, man, they got you all gassed like rocket fuel. (ha-ha!)
But you know what? - I ain't knockin' you. (nah!)
Whores exist, - so you might score and shit. - Not impossible! (good luck!)
If that's how you want it, - then so be it. (word!)
But you spendin' gwap! - So listen, pop! - I hope you go beat it! (hope!)
You got alota talk, - know how to put it down.
But when you show yo' face, - she don't come aroouund!
She ain't checking for you! (nah!)
Listen to me, young blood, she ain't checking for you! (ha-ha!)
You like the way she walk? - Makes it worthwhile.
I'm hearin' that's yo' lady, - but when I come aroouund
She ain't checking for you! (nah!)
Listen to me, young blood, she ain't checking for you! (ha-ha!)
Fresh car wash. (uh-huh!) - You got your rims spinnin'? (yeah!)
You all set to pull over and try to get women? (oh, boy!)
You'll only get those that's whip driven;
Please! - I be big pimpin' in wrinkled white-T's and ripped linen. (look it!)
I don't need a' item for me to pipe 'em;
Homie, my talk game raw - like the meat that they feed the lion. (love!)
They can talk about how conceited I am,
But I ain't marryin' unless SHE don't want me. - Offer me a diamond! (peep, see?)
See? With you? - You gotta spend dough! (what?)
Cause you a square, - and yo' game's outdated. - You're Nintendo! (yeeaah!)
And that's a damn shame, you borrow your man's Range
To go to the club, - and spend your re-up on champagne.
Can't be serious! - Trick, you weak!
You was producin', you pro'bly show chicks your beats
Cause you a (what?!) - LAME! [echoes] - Word!
You're still spendin' gwap on that same biiiiird...
What? Your watch like four? (Uh-huh!) - Your chain like six? (why?)
Spendin' and try to score, homeboy that's priceless! (kept 'em!)
But e'rybody can't do it like this,
I keep her here with a beer. - Some of us must buy Cris'.
I got that gift, I do not act stiff!
She got her nose in the air, I tell her: "Stop that ish; "
"Please! " (naaah!) - Ain't no chick better than Joell;
But hey! - If you choose to spend cheddar, oooh, well!
What can I say? That's YOUR money!
Correction, - WAS your money, now that's that hoe's money. (told you!)
I LAUGH - from a distance cause - it's so funny.
Look at you hoppin' around, - tryna chase a snow bunny! (heeeh!)
You can't catch her cause - she already CAUGHT YA! (yup!)
Our eyes didn't have dinner, she done ate off mine for ya.
I ain't said a word; she like the way my body talk.
I'm a take her to the CRIB and change her body walk! (HMM!)
Yeah.
See? That's how you do this here.
You ol' jive turkey...
But ain't doin' it right!
You just like the rest of 'em...
You ain't like me!
I done seen 'em aaall, son!
[Sample:]
"I don't know what I'm gonna do."
[Ras Kass:]
Huh. I do. Get low. Ha
Bar none
When I spit a bar, I spit a [?]
Hennessy, Hypnotic
Patron, Couroisier
Grey Goose
I grill niggas, spit a barbecue
Committing drive-bys out a grey Coupe
When I start drowning rappers, dawg
It ain't cute
Till every person in they group turn blue like they Snoop
Watch face blue, but I'm grimey duke
I like most of y'all niggas better in your shiney suits
At the hood, after hours, when I'm on the loose
Cause I hang with troops like Sadaam on the noose
So fuck what y'all trying to pass off as the truth
I done jumped from the earth and touched the Universe's roof
Crash landed back on planet like meteor
Dust off my white tee and lift Lamborghini doors
I keep me a meaty whore
Trini in bikini, apple martini whore
Y'all niggas is CB4
My niggas in CDC
Bounty hunter ECG
Dipping Newports into PCP
Give a mic to me is UFC on Spike TV
Niggas talk gangsta shit but he ain't one
Till he see that gun and realize nobody really love you
Like New York on VH1
I'm the ghetto experiment
Pop in at any son
Me and the project, project, projecting objects at anyone
Blackjack bitches, that's 21
Dare any nigga to be a dollar and see
You want the king of the west then holler at me
[Joell Ortiz:]
Who's been eating? I haven't daddy
Just been the booth's Houdini, working my magic scrappy
Industry jabbing at me
I'm just trying to keep my marriage happy
But the politics and the games driving me crazy like an Arab cabbie
Still I never quit
Def Jam's president, from up the block, around the corner
Down the street, where I'm selling it
Who said, "Joell is sick"?
Man I'm on the deathbed
I wrote this on the bedspread, with IV in my wrist
I am him
The product of a moms who got high and a father who ain't say "bye" to them
His family that is
Know that y'all can never break me
Look in my eyes, listen up guys... don't make me
Only a rookie in the game's eyes
Been doing this since I was yeeh high
It's alright to be shook
I will turn the first album into a library book
C'mon let's skim through the pages in my diary, look
18 I rock those stretchers
19 I dropped a 12 inch
Rawkus Records, that's when I hooked up with G. Rap
It's nothing, bang
Y'all heard the streets feedback
At 25 I'm the outcome of everything between that
[Sha Stimuli:]
Y'all know I'm everything y'all want to be
I do the shit you never do
I feel it when you look at me
I'd kill myself if I was you
See, but luckily I'm not
I used to run in labels like, "You should fuck with me I'm hot."
By now I could have sold some mills and showed that I was so for real
While your roster fucked around like Lauren Hill's
Let me stop, I ain't hating on nobody
It's like the whole world is waiting on somebody
They say that I'm the obvious replacement
I just say this shit's a hobby
Lot of new rappers waiting in the lobby
But I'm coming up
Me and Joell, do it so well
Niggas either want to throw shells or ride on our coattails
Oh well
Go tell someone I'm coming
I'm sonning niggas without touching they mother
There's no one above me
I told y'all that I was a problem
Rappers started studying me like they could solve it
Listen close
I got a 9 times 5
I pop 3 times 2
Add drama, take away your respect and divide you
In half, for your math I do this til I'm through
Living life, breathing breath, I bring death to your whole crew
I don't know if there's a better MC
Some people get better with time, I say the getting better with me
I got, I got my rhymes tight, the streets gave Sha light
Now you see me holding C-Notes like the Chi-Lites
It's The Present motherfucker
[Grafh:]
I got one happy soldiers, esse that clappy clappy toaster
That turn you brains into nasty tapioca
Ewwww
Then I hop back on over
To drop autograph while I'm autographing a poster
I'm in the cut like
Chains stashed in a sofa
I'm Hennessy straight, you a pretty ass glass of mimosa
You a bum, I caught you trying to go half on a soda
You make the change, I use the stash in my loafer
So it don't matter what I pack in a holster
Cause I slash you till I scratch the plaque off the back of your molar
It'll cut through the back of a boulder
Owwww
Got a pack full of sodas with a bag of explosives
And they clapping them toasters that can detach your back from your shoulders
After I blow your little daughter out the back of her stroller
And the ricochet will blow her back in the stroller
Cause that gat caliber has the motor out the back of a roaster
Vrrrom
Get drunk and try to spaz you joker
Till I punch you in your face and move your back tooth over
I'll knock 'em down your throat
You gag, you choke up
Then I bet by the time your lungs collapse, you sober
Breathe easy
Back don't ya
I'm a crack donor
So my tax write off is a crack smoker
Aaaayyyyye
I ain't battling no one so don't bring a challenger over
If I wanted a challenger I'd battle my poster
[Gab Gotcha:]
I ain't never met a thug that my slugs ain't like
I never met one who lived or walked straight, when they all hit right
Head or the back you parents are attending a mass
Centered around that box wood, lacquered in black
With you you laying stiff in the cushion
While I'm pushing a 'Lac, past the church while your family's looking
Over your face, me driving over the bridge
With coke in a space sealed by placing a switch
If life is a bitch then she fuck me nice
Boxed up for seven joints now she pregnant, bout to birth me yikes
My first born at least, VS1
My seed cultivating, that love grow out of weed and concealed guns
Triple beam lust
Finger fucking them grams that make twins out of one of my hand
My connect away set me apart
The potential to flood it like when Noah finished building the Ark
Colombian
Moving coke is an art
If Michelangelo was Pablo, Gab Gotcha gotta be Picasso
I rock flows and crush rocks for your nostrils
Clutch glocks that pop when that blow make you hostile
[?] or I unload a clip
And siamese twin your head and the lobby
Silicone tips makes less sizzle
Implants in your chest like fake tits, holes size of your nipples
Nigga
"If he had left here in a natural waaaay, (in a natural waaaay...) (then what? haha!)
I would feel better when I hear me - saaaay: (what?!) - "A good maan is gooone! "" (uhh, uhh!)
A half a G and E&J; out in the big park, (yeah!)
When it got dark we occasionally let the.5th bark. (BOOM!)
You was a hustler, - I was a rhyme writer. (whattup?)
You would serve customers, I would ignite cyphers! (HA!)
We rode around, try and get ass in a white Mazda, (come here!)
Till one day you just disappeared like my father! (hey)
'Member you talkin 'bout that out-of-town dough?
You was drunk! - Most of the time I ain't think you'd be out, yo!
You was drunk! - Most of the time I ain't think you'd be out, yo! (WHOOO!)
Sure did, took your wife and your kid out to P-A, {gooone!}
Right around my B-day. (uh-huh!) - Guess you had it mapped out. (okay!)
Always knew the crack route, (uhh!) {gooone!}
Had them kids in that small town (uhh!) shook rollin' dice (uhh!) with your Gat out! (hehe!)
I visited time to time, I had to check my dude; {gooone!}
You had the hoes on a string, they always blessed the crew. (HAA!)
A Shotgun shell turned my man flesh to stew. (OOHH!) - Damn, Jizz, we miss you! (damn!)
{A good maan is...} A good man is gone! {gooone, gooone, goooone!} (gone! hah!)
{A good maan is...} A good man is gone! {gooone, gooone, goooone!} (hah!)
{A good maan is...} A good man is GONE! (GONE!) {gooone, gooone, goooone!} (hah!)
{A good maan is...} A good man is gone... {goooone!} Gone... gone... {A gooood man is...} gone!
Uhh! - I met you at Sue's Rendezvous on a Tuesday, (pardon!)
Flex spinnin', I see it like it was today! (word!)
"Block Royal" emblem on your Polo-T, (uhh!)
Handsome nigga; no homo, B. (word!) - You had that glow though see. (c'mon!)
I 'member you asked why I'm so low-key (uh-huh!)
With such a fire mixtape I need a promo V! (hehe!)
You introduced me to the family, took it out to Jers', (yeah!)
Studio in the basement when I pronounce the words. (what?)
Studio in the basement when I pronounce the words! (whooo!)
I 'member you goin' crazy: "Told you he get his flame on! " (hahaaa!) {gooone!}
Right after that's when you introduced me to Akon! (whattup?)
We 'posed to get a track that was nuts like acorns, {gooone!}
Years since you gone I'm STILL gettin' my wait ON! (what?)
Anyway, - your boy gettin his fame on, {gooone!}
Aftermath gang, got my EMINEM and my Dre on. (hey!)
Still rep' "B.R.", - Know I carry the name on! - Damn, Screw, we miss you!
{A good maan is gooone, gooone, goooone!} A good man is gone! (hah!)
{A good maan is gooone, gooone, goooone!} A good man is gone! (hah!)
{A good maan is gooone, gooone, goooone!} A good man is gone! (hah!)
{A good maan is goooone!} Gone... gone... gone... Uhh! {A gooood man is...}
This is for anyone who's ever took a loss (c'mon!)
In bed, lights out, you just turn and you toss! (NOOO!)
It wasn't their turn, it wasn't their turn! (uhh!)
Listen, we all got somethin' to leeaarn! (that's that!)
Two things is certain, you live then you die; (ch'eah!)
And I'm a do a lot of livin 'fore I get to the sky. (YEAH!)
'Fore I sit with that guy and repent for my sins, (uhh!)
On my knees hands together and I pray to get in! (c'mon!)
On my knees hands together and I pray to get in! (whooo!)
But until then, (what?) - man, I'm playin' to win; {gooone!}
I came in this game po', I'm a say: "YAY! " at the end! (YUP!)
You ain't super duper nice don't be displayin' your pen, (Yaowa!) {gooone!}
I'll expose it! None of your friends'll claim you again! (who?!)
Joell Ortiz is the name I defend {gooone!}
In the streets, on beats, on every stage I attend;
I'm official! ('FICIAL!) - God forbid I'll die by that pistol, say: "YAOWA! " - We miss you! (word!)
{A good maan is...} A good man is gone! {gooone, gooone, goooone!} (gone... hah!)
{A good maan is...} A good man is gone! {gooone, gooone, goooone!} (hah!)
{A good maan is...} A good man is GONE! (GONE) {gooone, gooone, goooone!} (hah!)
{A good maan is goooone!} A good man is gone... gone... gone... gone! {A gooood man is...}
A good man, y'all...
A good man is gone!
I know you lost somebody!
This is for you... and you!
Yeah!
Keep 'em alive, y'all!
Keep 'em alive, y'all! Keep 'em alive, y'all! [echoes] [6 seconds instrumental]
Keep 'em alive, y'all!
Keep 'em alive, y'all! Keep 'em alive, y'all! [echoes] [6 seconds instrumental]
It's funny to me (yeah!)
See, where I come from
We act first, ask questions later (c'mon!)
If I'm in there the whole place full up
I'll use your lil' bar to do a pull-up
Use your wack-ass tracks as target practice
And tell the baddest broads to arch it backwards
For years I wore the same Starter jacket
And beat-up tees with the scars to match it
Jeans with the holes, sneakers with no sole
When Genesis dropped my Nintendo was so old
Oh no, couldn't have that
I put the pen where the pad at - VOIL! Magic
I'll disappear in the booth, reappear messiah
When I write, call it a night, vampire
Ask around, your boy hot, and I uhh
Don't plan to cool off like a campfire
E'rybody gather round, I'mma tell a story
Of a snot-nosed kid, try and smell the glory
[Hook: Royce Da 5'9"] + (Joell)
I, shoot first ask questions last
That's how most of these so-called gangstas pass
That's how most of these so-called gangstas pass
That's how most of these so-called gangstas, gangstas {C'MON!}
I - shoot first ask questions last
A poof! How low, so low, so low, so low
A poof! How low, so low, so low, so low
I (Well I'mma finish what you start!)
This for the block mister, the rock pictures
Late night, cranberry and Croc mixers
Parkin lot pissers, Glock top shifters
Dudes who stay fresh cause they shoplifters
That's where I come from, so me no run from
Bumbaclot pussy drummer boy, rumpa-pum-pum
You no tough stuff, you my son's son
You just bluff rough, me say come, come
I'll give it to anyone who wants some
Go silly on they Achilles until they run's done
I keep a hot line, 9-1-1
Everyone say hi to the hero that won't go unsung
A moment of silence while I give Pun some
Scream Borrrrricua 'til your tongue's numb
What's your angle? Haha, I know mine
If it's cheese, +Swizz+ style, "SHOWTIME!"
I ain't a troublemaker but my flow cocky
So all the pretty mamis yellin "GO PAPI!"
Man that's so neat, and y'all so sloppy
When you think I'm done shittin I do mo' copy{?}
Just love to flex my rap muscle
What muzzle? Dog, you just a Jack Russell
Your bite weak and your bark a lil' pitch
Relax, you no match for a hard-nosed pit'
I can't find a track that my bars won't rip
You guys are sick warrin with the Gaza Strip
When I back out this pen all you guys'll strip
Like you in Chippendales tryin to wind for tips (haha)
No need to see, slow down and let the leader lead
DJs, bring this back~! I'm what the needle need
And I don't mean to get all mushy like my last bitch
They tell me we gonna catch you one of these nights
and we gonna kill you
It don't matter, it don't worry me really
cause they all tell me the same
(That doesn't bug you at all?) Nope
(Some people would say they'd be very worried)
(if someone told them that - why, why, why don't you?)
Because, y'know
If I'm gonna die y'know
Yeah know me I flex muscle on anything any beat save
Can't just go floating that heat you're in ..face
Been hoping that a frog would jump there's so much leave space
But here nobody took to the air and I got this beat place
Firmly on the pay me nobody want with greatness
I mean mugging this niggas and never get this face list
I would see them favorite them bozy give up his basic
And niggas start sounding better when all take a vacation
I've been running round the world with this .. I'm back
Get a puppy right back on that corner with all the crack,
Couple kilos the water the shit got a couple of packs
And a couple of y'all .. flip of a couple spit out his Mat
Man the whole block came this the hip-hop game,
Sweet coolin' running through the niggas pop veins,
Must a Brooklyn nigga come through again pop chains
Smack niggas and make em disappear like it's pop name
This my play ground be scared when I swing through
Here when I sly by, I see ..what the kid do
I was hot when I was a baby on fire as a young toddler
Dry ices and teen today I made out a larva
I swear to God when I say I am the best man I really mean it
Now cuffin' ..just standing here undefeated
Please don't be fool by the corner from this heat
When your head is full of hair you can do a lot of ..
See my name that you do it no flame swept through it
And that's the song on the joint with the mix cake it stupid
Got door way bars that could go and hang Mars
And I hang with the kind of martial that I don't ..
5am, that's the time I set my alarm,
Wash up going sweats go gagging along the palm
That's where I call the .. my condo is seating on with houses
That pretty start, our niggas just wish upon
You can kiss your well baby, just don't kiss and tell
You ain't got the didges my ..is in your sell
Please no InstaGram a picture can only tell a thousand words
Have a million positions all to yourself
My personal life is private, my public life is a riot,
Ride on so many planes, my .. choice is apilot
For currency different custom, my body is tired
But everything is working out, so yeah I decided to die
Lost a couple L B's no more triple .. and my..look like in the condos please
If I put you in that sleep up .. well squeeze and tighting to your knees
Giving this spell seas, you know I can really find it right nigga
Your man don't think I'm wrong if the right right hit you
Your face gonna look like a grip white..
Two evenings in a rod yeah night night nigga
I've been jumping ..since excite bite nigga,
You probably was with your sister, making light bright pictures
I came up in the projects, you niggas ain't that well,
Walking up the stairs I was crunching up crack fowls,
Walking outside I was dunking and make clap loud
.. like an MOP kind of record, ..
See stand up nigga get easily set down,
And the cops get.. I was later packed downs
I've been rhyming for others for other then see me short
Infinity is like a blur, but I never run out of thought
I'm focused a mother*cker and feel down the Forb
And ..don't have a prie tag some things can't be bought
I was school by the Og's right up under the ash in
Bottom of 40 tappin' right the old king ..Jackson
Dope boy fashion, ropes go caps .. them boll Jackson
When start the . with snappin
Funny I'm just rhyming I'm just listening like I'm snapping
And it rapping in directs, I'll be listening like what happened?
I gotta make sure I ain't gotta go ..sures,
I ain't gotta have my goons in your hotel room on the 8 floor
Before it's Twitter shit I ain't mean no that's funny
'cause in every rhyme I add it, I gave it a gut from me
I got the sense of humor, see ai ain't have no choice
your jokes had to be fly, when you came up on me
no money, yeah so hungry, when food fell on the floor,
we picked it up in a hurry saying God made dirt,
and dirt don't hurt, really I stomach like going at ..
and now they're gonna work
now I started from the bottom now I'm here
not the top, not the bottom I'm somewhere,
in the middle not coach not a..
and wake up in the new Bugatti but I stare,
through these New York streets I see clear in my review mirror
and all the bad bitches stare,
guess I'm always moving up to do in this drop,
please no jury do the man, I swear
anyway, to all my fans, I'm sorry
I gotta end this verse, but this niggas know they can't harm me
Don't ever try to keep me out the party
Yeah 50 MCs
We back at it again
You know, you know
You cannot put this project out without me
If anyone of you players in here oppose me
I tell you season the park like D rose me
Call me the original gangster OG
I split your head to the white meat, oak tree
That's where my legacy starts, where you ever begin
I'm taking over thins franchise like Jeremy Linn
Y'all nigger buying you own albums you pay to sell
You dare to compare an Alfa to a Beta male?
You lames aren't as hot as me, look to other progression
I turn your brain to cottage cheese, bug some brain injections
Maybe that neighbor piss ain't just gonna work if you fucking stomp me
Looking like some brought up homework,
I'm the flyest nigger flying here
Pioneer,...here you dying here
I am where the God ain't with an iron
Just me and Tony Touch sipping Patrone out of style
50 MC how many fats can Tony touch
Stretch your holes while I stretch the codes
Are we nuts? I'm the opposite of homey sluts
I don't give a fuck when they shooting I'm Kobe Clutch
Put them on mute when they know the boss is speaking
I will come back before I'm supposed to
That's how I leave them leaking
Pussy you tampon I'm insane
All these portoricans
Yeah they know I'm in church and ignore the decant
I'm the god of the west coast
Y'all niggers rapping over there
House game matching the escrow
Nigger my neck blow
Like ODing on coke
You get the neck blown
I run these MCs like master Jay
Don't get it backwards like Paul Revere
MCA aka Simmys and Clips
I fuck long beach inside the sand
You have now been tuned it
What have been tuned in
To the most informant
To be going, human being on going
I'm listening to everybody's favorite grind
It's the only remix
Hop in and make it mine
I'm mister never from the hood
No Mercedes son
It's the new misses
Just hope that you're taking fine
Stick it from behind until they taste the slime
So gangsta, pussy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
[Intro: Barrington Levy]
Ohhhhhhohhhoh-whoa, ohh-whoa
Thank you Jah for everything
Thank you God for everything
Thank you for your blessings
OHH-ohhh-whoa [scatting]
My LORD!
[Joell Ortiz]
The first time I ever saw me all over again
Lizay[?] - I told her that I know it's a him
I remember pickin him up and folded him in
my arms, I stared long, I was soakin it in
I wanted to take him home right then, show him his crib
Put his lil' pajamas on, tuck in his bib
Walk him around his room, he wasn't much of a crier
So he ain't really suck a pacifier
I couldn't wait 'til he stepped out that walker
Even though when he did she crept out to Georgia
Them first couple of years, it was torture
But it ain't about that right now, I forgive her
And she no longer keeps me away from my lil' nigga
I see him e'ry summer and holidays in the winter
I can't believe he 10, wow~!
I thank you for him every second, but let me thank you
again now
[Chorus: Barrington Levy (Joell Ortiz)]
Why, what you gave to me is so incredible!
(It's so wonderful Lord)
Why, what you gave to me is so incredible!
(Words can not explain)
Why, what you gave to me is so incredible!
(My two lil' boys)
Why, what you gave to me is so incredible!
(Lizay, Jariq)
[Joell Ortiz]
The second time I ever saw me all over again
Jariq[?] - my oldest got a bro to defend
Chubby as can be, hair fuzzy, he's Jariq
Lil' loudmouth had me jumpin out my sleep
Give him somethin to eat, burp him and lay him down
Watch him doze off, but first he would play around
He's still a clown - he pulls up his pants
Do this funny-ass dance, I swear I be on the ground
I just spoke to him on the horn
He said "Daddy, guess what? I wrote a song!"
I said "Let me hear it," he said "Nope! It's too long"
I said "Oh you wrong," man our bond is so strong
I 'member the eye contact we first made
Now look at him, school bus to first grade
Can't believe he's 7, wow!
Thank you for him every second, got another gift from
heaven now
[Chorus]
[Joell Ortiz]
Uhh, what you gave to me
The two reasons that I grind faithfully
The two people that make too much not enough
There's not much to discuss, two fingers go up
If it don't benefit them I ain't tryin to chat
My life and sacrifice, man they why I rap
Why I go everywhere and record like I'm wire tapped
Why I'ma hold up a few awards for these fire tracks
Said I wouldn't spoil 'em, that ended mad quick
I get 'em e'rything, cause I ain't have shit
When they smile, whatever I was mad with
gets tucked away like a fade on my ad libs
Glad my grandmoms got to see 'em grow
Argue with my moms cause, she be tryin keep 'em yo
I be havin to take my kids back
Thank you for 'em e'ry day cause when you made them,
you did that
[Chorus]
[Joell repeats his sons' names to fade]
[Outro: Novel]
What you gave to me
And you gave to me, you gave
What you gave to me
What you gave to me, so incredible
You gave to me, yeah yeah
What you gave to me, yeahhhh
Let's start off with New York rapper Joell Ortiz.
He uhh, dropped an album on Koch then he was signed to
Dr. Dre's Aftermath.
I remember him! And he came up here?
Yup!
He's the one that was drinkin the 40 in the video.
Right, well he's not signed to Dr. Dre anymore.
Looks like he was released from uhh, Aftermath.
That was short.
He never even got a chance to put out a single.
That was very short-lived, what happened?
[Joell Ortiz]
I don't know, shit, you tell me
All I did was made it a title of my new LP (Free
Agent!)
I still got the streets in a frenzy
Still got that 40, but it's underneath the seat in my
Chevy
I hop on any beat and I empty
When I'm squeezin my pen be sendin shots, e'rywhere
like Dikembe
Rappers that you praise go out their way to befriend me
The rest stay out my way and probably pray they can end
But let me make this so clear
My career's on a treadmill, I'm runnin this shit and
ain't goin nowhere
Rockin on the scene with my team, all with no fears
(Slaughter!)
'Til my pockets green like what's in between my nose
hairs (ew!)
Nothin but flow here (look)
Like Puerto Rico when it's snowin in New York (what) oh
yeah I go there
I'm fueled by the energy my foes share
I won't tap out, y'all assed out like the old Cher
Between me and you, rap dudes is so scared
I'm still in the hood with cashews and a cold beer
So not an industry nigga
Add 20 years and a beard to my elementary picture
(Ortiz)
Same kid, same hunger, same drive
And I tip my hat to those that tried
But {"It's not the same"} - ever felt like you gotta do
it? (man)
Well multiply that by a trillion, that's the YAOWA
movement (ay!)
The reason that I get stupid and dumb when the track is
movin
In order for God to find me, guess I had to lose it
I'm gone, flow strong but I still add subtractors to it
Imagine the dude you hear now, with a vast improvement
I'm harder than a blind man tryin to reconfigure a
plastic Rubik
smeared in the nuclear reactor fluid
I parallel park grind, put my back into it
Know some Heathcliffs with spliffs, bunch of cats that
blew it (damn!)
Failure? No, not me
That ain't gon' cut it, on my three
Look at sunshine through your cloudy doubt
This cold flow got me chillin
Feeling like burn, Brooklyn we in the building
Feeling like burn, Brooklyn we in the building
Feeling like burn, Brooklyn we in the building
Feeling like burn, Brooklyn we in the building
Feeling like burn, Brooklyn we in the building
I got a ny aura with a milky way swag
And that flying saucer
I pulled up and got the sidewalk shorter
On fire lookin mami with her eye on the porscha
Weekend from the pg's, been chillin these days
Taking it easy, fucking the shit out of these freaks, hey
I'm the he say, she say, and he say
This dope flow just started a heat wave
Feeling like burn, Brooklyn we in the building
Feeling like burn, Brooklyn we in the building
Feeling like burn, Brooklyn we in the building
Feeling like burn, Brooklyn we in the building
Feeling like burn, Brooklyn we in the building
Bring the second verse back before I rap
I'm the future, know how you gonn react
Before it's spat
The rhymes I crumble up will make you plat
But make my fans go wild
Don't tell my nigga getting whacked
I'm ill with a fresh pen, chill lil fresh man
I set the bar high like it was built for the jetsons
They said it ain't over till that fat lady singing
I'm nasty, I'm bout to fuck it, chubby milf in a second
Brooklyn taught me I gotta be hard
So y'all ain't got a chance like you lost monopoly cards
Me and poverty's part, when my dad left mami with scars
I stitch the ab with all these quality bars
I'm such a brooklyn life, open my book and write
Exactly what it's looking like
From my mountain bike under my hood at night
My gutter's not for fronting
Niggas is part with nothing,
You could get popped for nothing
A simple block discussion
Can leave the choppers busting
Crazy and you not just gushing
Maybe they can drop you off in time
At that spot on flushing
I be across the street and I hop with something poke
You might see yoshi drop a couple on the watch, it's nothing
I'm extra 7 18, it's 187 or whoever disrespecting my k
Speak louder when your creed yawer
Only knows that came from my ...to sting the vower
Feeling like burn, Brooklyn we in the building
Feeling like burn, Brooklyn we in the building
Feeling like burn, Brooklyn we in the building
Feeling like burn, Brooklyn we in the building
Feeling like burn, Brooklyn we in the building
[Hook: Iffy The Badman]
I gotta get it before it's too late
Oh I'm a go grab the moment so it won't sleep away
I just want it all, (I want it all yeah)
I just want it all
I want it all
[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
More money, more money, more money
I wanna feel like new money till I'm old money
We have no money, mami will old money
Now I guess show money mami can blow money
I ain't stuck now, this is celebration
Poverty strickin hood nigga elevation
Mean I'm just chillin with this adaptation
Tryin to get use for car acceleration
And join all the form penetration man
I can't believe I fuck with one of those
Those the one from slumdog and them [?] clothes
Bad body pretty eyes extra funny knows
Who knows, I did drama the lucos, I did
When you close your eyes lip dream
Of a beautifully perfect get away
Now wake up and get it no
[Hook: Iffy The Badman]
I gotta get it before it's too late
Oh I'm a go grab the moment so it won't sleep away
I just want it all, I want it all yeah
I just want it all
I want it all
[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]
I keep a head since [?] I'm disgusting
Cause money feel the end that's all that I've been [?]
You are my properly that means nothing
I'm fresh off the block well I'm a guess so I'm rock
skin
Money move everything
So money move everything instead of [?]
We can do anything I'm doing just [?]
Cause I'm Jesus with this rhyme so
Send a few more bottles yeah I send a [?]
This lady show em everything that mami designed it all
Makes sense
So I'm surrounded by damn and now I'm all loud
Response to [?] from being in the crowd to being int he
crowd
I'm being and European that's beating a slow down
And [?] goes down and G's I can't believe she's the [?]
It feels beautiful I tell to feel easy
[Hook: Iffy The Badman]
I gotta get it before it's too late
Oh I'm a go grab the moment so it won't sleep away
I just want it all, I want it all yeah
I just want it all
I want it all
[Bridge: Iffy The Badman]
I want it all, I ain't got time to waste
I ain't got time to waste no
Every minute, every hour I will pay the chase
So baby, on the road to riches
And diamond [?]
You can settle for less when you work for everything
[Hook: Iffy The Badman]
I gotta get it before it's too late
Oh I'm a go grab the moment so it won't sleep away
I just want it all, I want it all yeah
I just want it all
[Joell Ortiz (unnamed female)]
What? (Why are you hangin up the phone on me?)
Cause I'm not feelin you no more yo
I knew it was like this, I knew you was playin games
(FUCK! That is not true, hello)
(I don't even hear from you)
WHAT THE FUCK YOU WANT ME TO DO? I'm a fuckin rapper
(I don't hear from you)
(And, you gave me a fuckin snotty attitude the other day)
(So what the hell I'm supposed to, think?)
You fuckin run around shakin your little
You fuckin, round around shakin
your little fuckin ass at these, nightclubs
and then you fuckin call me when you feel like it
I can't go through it yo
(And you wasn't with nobody in the nightclub?)
(Cause you was with a whole bunch of chicks)
[Verse 1]
I ain't even gotta give this too much thought
Joell Ortiz won every war that he ever fought
This ain't no different, I'm listening, you the king of New York?
Lil homie you ain't the king of New York, you the next thing on my fork
The messenger with all them rings on that horse
Carrying king's heads 'til I kick you in the chest
And you cough and fall into a bottomless pit
Homie, you know how many bodies that fit?
When we met you said ”it's an honor, man, the YAOWA man can spit”
Maybe that's why you left me out of that shit
Maybe that's why the Slaughterhouse ain't get dissed
Or maybe I'm not on your radar
You feel you ain't gotta acknowledge my clique
Either way, I personal train this beat, it gotta get ripped
You rich rappers can't respond with all the dollars you get
Gangsta rappers can't retaliate with hollows and clips
And you fashion rappers wear the kind of jeans that hardly get zipped
So zip it, I got this shit, real hip hop in this bitch
The apocalypse has fell upon us, watch the zombies I split
The walking dead, I've been a monster, shorty, I can get bit
And never turn, I'm immune to these rappers y'all calling sick
I stomped the red carpet holding my dick
And throw tomatoes at the podium
For whack awards that y'all niggas get
Then stand up and scream YAOWA then dip
And smack a legend on the way out of that bitch
Cause I don't big up the elite
The elite can get it too, you all fit under my feet
You all victims, all chitlins when a nigga trying to eat
I'll see to it, y'all missing like a whino nigga teeth
Anybody can get it
Old nigga, new nigga, him nigga, you nigga
One nigga, two nigga, a few niggas
I do niggas harm with these bars
It was brave, you took a chance like a Monopoly card
Put that telly you trying to check in, that property is ours
Can't get a W on Broadway, I'm New York all day
Yeah, that's where the boss stay
You no hear that?
A hundred Ricans running at you chief like a...
Last time in Compton I was kicking it with Jorge
I rocked with some cons out west like the...
But I don't claim king even though my name ring
And I had China in the Bay, we call Beijing
Rodeo... they telling you the same thing
Chico be in Sacramento so much he can claim king
But that's the west coast, I'm from this coast
I'll leave the king of LA to Dre, I was this close
To stay at Aftermath, but lamped out like a Genie
But Dre you such a gangster and... you're such a sweetie
And guess what, I'm a free agent again if y'all never need me
But back to these bars, I'm hungry, this beat is gon' feed the needy
Y'all looking like grannys ziti, zucchini out in Tahiti
With Erykah Badu's booty in a bikini
Your main chick is a Precious, my side chick is a RiRi
I fuck her and take her out for fries in the panini
I ain't a rap nigga, I'm a nigga that rap
Before this — y'all saw the cypher, I ain't bringing that back
Why should I recycle bars when my mind is a flight to Mars?
And any force I came across was like rhyming inside a star
With the Universe on my back, your human version is wack
I grab my extraterrestrial testicles when I rap
And tell Earth suck it, tell the planet try it
I turn this bitch into the Independence Day
Without the lucky drunk pilot
I love competition, constructing a composition
Of destruction, put a... composition
I'm Optimus Prime trucking your boulevard, just wishin'
That a star screams so I can go on a bombing mission
You set the bar high, I raised the bar higher
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