Gorilla Glue (2019) - Joell Ortiz with Fred The Godson & The Heatmakerz

• MURDER ONE
• FELIZ NAVIDAD 

MURDER ONE lyrics - Fred The Godson, Joell Ortiz & The Heatmakerz

These tears are no longer for you baby

These tears are no longer for you baby

(Heatmakers, crack music)

These tears...

These tears...

[Fred the Godson:]

It's Gordo!

Trey lab with Fred, we can turn it Beirut

Get head in your bed, fingers all in your bae roots (Haha)

She wildin' off, I'm like a shot of that Grey Goose

Don't care for my eclairs, lick a shot at ya grey goose

The illest to illustrate it

The realest if skill's debated (That's true)

Still they hated, like, "Fuck your lyricism"

Ten forty belows, constructive criticism

Gordo... Joell

Go slow, gas blow, oh well

Gettin' that cake, cash and love, gotta go to the scale

On a plate, mask and gloves, I ain't go to Modell's

Feinds in Hell, stuff went well

Before I was workin' with Lil' Puffs like Andre Harrell

This is for my hood niggas waitin' on a cell

All my niggas up north with they weight up in the cell

I'm [?]

[Method Man, Joell Ortiz & Fred the Godson:]

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, th-th-three, two, murder one lyric at your door

Let one of these niggas act up and I'ma (Murder one)

I wish a nigga would jump so I could (Murder one)

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, th-th-three, two, murder one lyric at your door

Let one of these niggas act up so I could (Murder one)

I wish a nigga would jump and I'ma (Murder one)

[Joell Ortiz:]

Uh, wait up though

Was on that corner up on the crate before The Wake Up Show

Thirty two back, only cooked twenty eight up though

I ain't just blow, straight up, I had straight up blow

Technos and Jojos, no Jacob glow

Bright goals and fo-fo's lift your face up, bro

I could tell the kind of stories you can't make up though

Being myself allowed me to fuck them make-up hoes

You could have this bitch back, I ain't gon' take your hoe

Just know if the pussy good that we gon' break up slow

I write hits and buy kicks

Fly shit and I ain't never been inside Kif

I might be trippin' but I feel like these niggas forgot

Let me remind 'em like rewinding the Kennedy shot (blagh)

I'm still Muhammed with the word vomit

This cash is heavy as clay in my jean pocket

[Method Man, Joell Ortiz & Fred the Godson:]

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, th-th-three, two, murder one lyric at your door

Let one of these niggas act up and I'ma (Murder one)

I wish a nigga would jump so I could (Murder one)

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, th-th-three, two, murder one lyric at your door

Let one of these niggas act up so I could (Murder one)

I wish a nigga would jump and I'ma (Murder one)

FELIZ NAVIDAD lyrics - Fred The Godson, Joell Ortiz & The Heatmakerz (feat. Jim Jones)

And now we're flyin' through the stars

I hope this night will last forever

(Heatmakerz, crack music)

[Jim Jones:]

Uh, I be kickin' the realest, I could feel the shit comin' on

My man had a shootout, jump in the car while his gun was warm

Red carpets posin' in watches I spent a hunnid on

Backin' out in foreigns for every time that I got fronted on

Trips to the jeweler just to see my reflection

Twenty K in the club just to leave an impression

God bless Big and Pac but I'm ridin' wit' the hitters

In them foreign drop-tops, you know, survival of the littest, uh

Told Fred I don't be kickin' all the metaphors

But if I told you how low that I still could get it for

We could break it all down into that ready raw

Tell me the truth, what is you ready for?

[Joell Ortiz:]

Feliz Navidad got 'em out here with the drug dealers

Sippin' eggnog with the robbers and thug niggas

Sleddin' through these streets in these toys while they ice grill us

This Christmas I'm buyin' all my shooters new nine millas

[Fred the Godson:]

It's Gordo!

Bring it back, I'll cook the rest of it (Let's go)

I want exacts, I don't need estimates (Nah)

Look at that, I mean what's left of it

You'll work it off on your second shift (Okay)

I got records with rappers in the same game (Fact)

Feds takin' pictures of the beige Range (Fact)

I had to snub just to flame things

Ironic how they wore bugs 'til the raid came

They still live in color (Color)

'Member Jim Carrey and Ivory Wayne? ('Member?)

Well, we from the gutter (Uh huh)

I know what jim carry and we ivory way (Whew)

Still bringin' down the raw, bring it

These some tall ass Knicks, just call 'em Porziņģis (Heh)

Nobody sober wit'chu now, move coke

Minesota, I was wiggin' in them towns

I'm done

[Joell Ortiz:]

Feliz Navidad got 'em out here with the drug dealers

Sippin' eggnog with the robbers and thug niggas

Sleddin' through these streets in these toys while they ice grill us

This Christmas I'm buyin' all my shooters new nine millas

Young blood, what it look like? I cook white (Cyeah)

Hood nights in the Jecks, duckin' that Suge Knight

Yeah, the Def came and rose, you ain't a friend, you a foe

If this new nigga your man, it's best that you let 'em snow (Word)

'Cause anybody could get it, I lift it, believe I hit it

I ain't stopped it from spittin' 'til the hammer started clickin'

Took the barrel to kept turnin' but the metal sound different (Ping)

To the cases stop jumpin' out the side like all my bitches (Haha)

I'm a major league dealer, I could tell you 'bout pitchin'

How to split the balls up on homeplates inside your kitchen

Startin' with the fire, when they hook, that's when you switchin'

Cut down on the speed and watch the fiends go down swingin' (Woo)

I turn the pad to a dugout where bad bitches got dug out

Kept a dresscode, only dimes inside the clubhouse

Knocked it out the park, then I throw the bat and glove out

Yeah, that pop was fly now you gotta get the fuck out

Kept it real in the field but still some of you hate me

Your eyes wanna lie but they cry like why you ain't me

Pinstripes on me, I look wavy in my navy blue Yankee

Like you lost the instructions, don't make me (Huh)

Feliz Navidad got 'em out here with the drug dealers

Sippin' eggnog with the robbers and thug niggas

Sleddin' through these streets in these toys while they ice grill us

This Christmas I'm buyin' all my shooters new nine millas

Times like these, people wanna get high

Real high and real fast

And this is gonna do it

Mona Lisa (2018) - Joell Ortiz with Apollo Brown

• Brushstrokes
• Reflection
• My Block
• Cocaine Fingertips
• Grace Of God
• That Place
• Word...
• Decisions
• Timberlan'd Up
• Come Back Home
• Mona Lisa
• Flashback (Reissue Bonus Track)
• About It (Reissue Bonus Track)
• Master Peace (Reissue Bonus Track)
• Timberlan'd Up (Remix) (Reissue Bonus Track) 

Brushstrokes lyrics - Apollo Brown & Joell Ortiz

You know a lot has changed nowadays

People don't make art no more

People don't make music as if, as if it was a canvas

They don't even care no more

I remember when, when makin' music

Was like taking a stroke of the brush

And creating something that would live on for years

That would last a lifetime

Maybe something out there like a Mona Lisa

Reflection lyrics - Apollo Brown & Joell Ortiz

Mmm, mmm, mmm... life takes some interestin' turns, don't it?

It's all good, just can't get off the road

I ain't gon' lie, a lot of this is hard to take

I'm watchin' 'em praise the 'okay' and overlook the 'great'

I'm not sayin' that they ain't straight

I'm just sayin' that..nevermind, no matter what they gon' turn this shit into hate

So fuck it, let it alone

Headphones, dead in a zone like Rick and Michonne

I'm feelin' better on my own

Took a sec for me to accept that next time I'm on the road won't be no Crook, won't be no Royce, won't be no Joe

Just lookin' at the Hudson river right now, sittin' on the rocks feelin' like my reflection's life reflection, is it not?

Some people bought the ferry, other people dock a yacht

But the waves keep crashin' while the ducks just sit and watch

Sometimes, I daydream about me sittin' at the top

I see the clubs goin' crazy everytime my record drop

I see plaques on the wall and glass cases for awards that I done got

Performin' for like a million a pop

The truth is, it's like one in a million to pop

And the only artists that really get the millions is Pop

Bein' simple is a yes and bein' skilled is a not

Havin' substance is lame, usin' substance is hot

So here I am still the hottest nigga in my barber shop to get a number one but not that number one spot

I'm in a weird place, my fans don't expect me on the charts

Guess when you gifted, sometimes you rap yourself into a box

But still I jot

The way I put words together look complex so whatever

But still I jot

I'm just speakin' from my heart, my bad if I come off smart

I'm just tryna jot down a couple lines and see if y'all like a couple of my rhymes as I-as I jot

Four chicken wings fried hard with pork friend rice

Egg roll, two duck sauces will suffice

Fill my stomach up until it's time to get nice

Five sink cups, juice to chase it, a bag of ice

Whatever be decided, we gon' sip on that nice

Pocket full of work so fiends can come and get right

Two green, one red dice, you call a point through the weed smoke

Hammer underneath coat

That A-B'll lead to C ya later when that D-E choke

Just leave broke

Keep minutes on your cell, a sneaker box to diggin' for your bail

And a team full of hitters who wouldn't tell

Wanna get it off quicker, then don't be stingy on that scale

Stuffed 'em, sandwich bags overpacked to twelve-twelves

Be on your fourth re before the first flip sells

That's the pre-music Joell, a Joell these check writin' executives don't really know well

I should win a Nobel

From carryin' my pieces to guardin' my prize possessions to Peace God, yeah, that was Marshall in my session

Now that I think about it, bring another bottle to my section

Let's celebrate that my apartment ain't from Section

Meat no more

Ain't no more hungry nights

Momma, we don't wait no more

The First don't hold weight no more

I tell that waiter wait, no more

I gotta watch my figure, can't put on weight no more (why?)

'Cause if I truly want a shot at the top I gotta drop

That's what they said

I guess I'll jog before I jot

The way I put words together look complex so whatever

But still I jot

I'm just speakin' from my heart, my bad if I come off smart

I'm just tryna jot down a couple lines and see if y'all like a couple of my rhymes as I-as I jot

And there you have it

That all

Heh

My Block lyrics - Apollo Brown & Joell Ortiz

Please don't hang around with me

Careful where I'm from, bruh

Don't play your games with me

Shit

I'm from that project right there in Brooklyn, Cooper

13th Buildin', 7 story high

But, oh boy, did they let it fly

And there we have it

I 'member the first time I gave someone a buck fifty

And they blood hit me

I was drunk, pissy, screamin, "boy, don't fuck wit' me"

A buck sixty wet, five-seven, but a threat

My boo step in Fifty-Four-Elevens through the 'jects

Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock on my block

I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot

We smoke L's in the stairs, sip Cisco with thots

The best head was on a roof, that was top notch top

My Glock cocked

Bubble Goose, I move red tops

Nickels, five dollars a pop

5 for 20, they cop like clockwork

I cop work, get Kenny to chef it

R.I.P. to the best coke, Cookie a legend

A half a G of E&J and big bag of Frito Lays

Me no play

This jump off my hip, you DOA

See your way through my E's if you ain't from my hood

'Cause askin' for a buildin' number ain't good

Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock on my block

I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot

Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock on my block

I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot

Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock on my block

I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot

Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock on my block

I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot

Yeah, that's us

Chillin' in front of the buildin', made a killin', drug dealin'

And we don't bust traps in front of children or old folk

We grown folk, villains

Tryna devise a plan to turn these grams into a million

I don't wanna be civilian

Too spoiled for a 9 to 5

Baby, I'm alive to be the guy my hood could idolize

I'm 'bout to buy the five, bring it to my guy

And get the stock rims, revitalized

Pop up out the car, watch like surprised, I buy a prize

Invite 'em with my team watchin' cable

Only time of servin' squares in my circle is at the table

Add 'em a lil' water, that Eve, I hit the block

Long as I got that 'caine, I'm able to flip the rock

I swear to god, I finger-fuck this fortyorty like we in a orgy

And have these bullets shakin' up whoever comin' for me

Sexy thot talk from a G that pulls strings

Like them old school forefinger joints, my name ring

Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock on my block

I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot

Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock on my block

I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot

Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock on my block

I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot

Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock on my block

I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot

Yeah, yeah

Real easy, real careful

Walk lightly through my hood

Hehe, word up

Cocaine Fingertips lyrics - Apollo Brown & Joell Ortiz

How did all of this trouble begin?

Livin' in America!

There's nothing wrong

Ahem, yeah, I hope this right here is the one

Before I say anything that offends you

I just wanna say, "fuck you and every male that you look up to"

Yo' daddy, brother, and uncle

Your basketball coach, the public school mascot

That used to hug you

That Pastor that butt-fucked you, holy shit

Yeah, holy shit

Who's the boney bitch you had livin' in the holy pic'

Clothes that don't really fit?

That's the new rap homie kit

Who's the boney bitch screamin', "I don't do this"

Then they blow the dick just like a pro

And spit like every hoe I know and shit

I off the top rope a bitch

Nikolai Volkoff a bitch

Grab my bulge a bit and tell a hoe to come cough on this

The headboard bangin' on the wall and shit

Neighbors bang on the wall and shit

'Cause I'm bangin' the walls and shit

Bangin' that off the wall and shit

For real, why that? Where that Barry White at?

I said I'm daddy in these blankets, baby leave that mic jack (Hehe)

I can't believe that she believed that I'd really be right back

Shit, what's her name again?

Cocaine fingertips, when I get dumb, I get numb

Can't even feel the words on my tongue

Got them cocaine fingertips

You gon' be high as a kite as I recite the pure white that I write off these

Cocaine fingertips, this that in front of the store

What I'ma cut it for? It's all raw, boy

Them cocaine fingertips, yeah, that's some good shit

The nerve of anybody on this Earth that think they like me

I'm Godzilla in Japan way back in five-three, five-four

The raw fresh off the jaw, Loch ness monster on the high seas

Sometimes I ask myself, 'yo, where they find me?'

My mind be on Interstellar, extraterrestrial

Biochemical, celestial weaponry

I can think you into residue (Pew)

Don't even need the worst of me to get the best of you (You)

A couple healthy words from me and turns you vegetable

Any rapper is edible

I'll clap you off your pedestal

Pedal you on the back of my Vespa to an incredible

Desolate Desert __cpLocation next to some sort of federal military installation

Install some more lead in you then make you write 'yaowah'

A million times in blood, legible (Do it again)

Some people say I'm not normal

No formal introduction needed 'cause if I see you, I am not cordial

Hold this fist across your head, that's how I forewarn you

Cocaine fingertips, when I get dumb, I get numb

Can't even feel the words on my tongue

Got them cocaine fingertips, you gon' be high as a kite

As I recite the pure white that I write off these

Cocaine fingertips, this that in front of the store

What I'ma cut it for? It's all raw, boy

Them cocaine fingertips, yeah, that's some good shit

Yeah, bruh, that shit is-that shit is really potent, yo

Grace Of God lyrics - Apollo Brown & Joell Ortiz (feat. DJ Los)

Just put the headphones on

It sounds so nice

By the - grace of - God

Grace of - grace of - God

Grace of - grace of

We all crabs in the barrel just chose to my climbing in

Barb wired ankles, I was winnin' half the battle

I'm from where the worst thing that you could ever do is tattle

They'll zip ya mouth shut then zip you up and skedaddle

I used to walk through the pees and jump from my own shadow

Them mountain bike niggas a clap you, you tryna haggle

For that chain or that bracelet or that watch or that ring

It's off the chain, brace yourself and watch out when it ring

Gum wrappers in my mouth folded up like fronts

I even took them shits out when I rolled up my blunts

I wanted to be like the dealers, fear like the killers

Fresh like the boosters, attitude what the deal is?

Niggas aks me where I'm from and I'd say Brooklyn proud

Wore my Tims all year round and my kush was loud

And the police, they did the same shit y'all seein' now

Except camera phone wasn't out

By the - grace of - God, God, God, God

G-God, God, God, G-God, G-God, G-God

By the - grace of - God, God, God, God

G-God, God, God, G-God, G-God, G-God

I'm just a product of where the youngins move product

We all believe in God but we look up to the shottas

Iron in my goose, test my pride, I let it loose

Just Boys in the Hood that watched Menace to Society and Juice

I never wanted to go that route

I felt like Cuba in the car without the heart to tell Doe to let me out

I hope God don't judge me when he judge me

The devil work pretty damn hard to make it ugly

Know everything that glitter ain't hold but man that ice made all glitter look cold

Thought I was plain without that flicker that glow

Now that I'm wise I realized that all I did was hide

Long as they staring at that chain they won't look inside my eyes

And see the pain, see the hurt, see the person I disguise

Can't write about it all if there's no words that could describe the

Images in my head that visit in my bed

If I ain't talk to the Lord man spiritual I'd be dead

By the - grace of - God, God, God, God

G-God, God, God, G-God, G-God, G-God

By the - grace of - God, God, God, God

G-God, God, God, G-God, G-God, G-God

By the grace of God I escaped that place

By the skin of my teeth

I'm here though

Still here though

That Place lyrics - Apollo Brown & Joell Ortiz

Here we go again, huh?

I'll meet you over there

I can't stand that place man

Never know what's gonna happen in there man

Good news, bad news, shit

Pacin' back and forth in that hospital hall

No phone signal, I could get a call

Ain't speak to doctors at all

My homie voice in my head

Like you got a game today? I'm watching you ball

I'll be there soon, lemme stop at the store

Had one of them off games where I couldn't get a shot to just fall

The coach benched me it's 40 suttin' to like, forgot what's the score

I open my flip to a barrage of missed calls

Some from anonymous but a lot that I know

I hit my partner back yo

He like it's "Rah, my nigga, they shot him up Joe"

I'm like "What?" He like "I'm parked outside the park man let's go"

I left my gym bag and hopped in, not him we just chopped it up

He said he was on his way to watch me shoot and now they shot him up

I'm in the ER like where my boy, man, they shot him up

A bloody gurney races by, he looks at me, they shot him up

To ICU, I lost my homie on that 3rd floor

Can't believe that I'm the last person he saw

I swear to God I hate the hospital

I can't even stand the smell of that place

It's the scent of sickness and death, tears dwell on your face

They whisper news but it hit you like they yelled in your face, man

I swear to God I hate the hospital

I mean no disrespect to what the nurses or the doctors do

Sometimes y'all make a miracle appear from the impossible

But when my people there gettin' outta there's an obstacle

Pacin' back and forth in that hospital hall

No phone signal, I could not get a call

Ain't hear from doctors at all

My momma voice in my head like this ain't a game

Don't let them condoms come off

But I want to feel it so I'ma go raw

Just one time, but one time mean every time

And one time that fun ain't quite pull out in time and now it's son time

I walk into the room, throw on some scrubs, my baby mom's pushin'

Screaming for that depo shot, squeezin' on my arm lookin'

Down at her private cryin' in hopes to hear cryin'

I am in shock as the top of his head came poking out

Why is it split in half

That's when I notice he was feet first, breech birth

Umbilical round his neck and made him breathe worse

They tryna reposition him before she deliver, I'm prayin' please work

My 1st born cannot meet Earth before he meet Earth

The cord unravels, the battle's won, tears pour

I can't believe that I'm the first person he saw

I swear to God I hate the hospital

I can't even stand the smell of that place

It's the scent of sickness and death, tears dwell on your face

They whisper news but it hit you like they yelled in your face, man

I swear to God I hate the hospital

I mean no disrespect to what the nurses or the doctors do

Sometimes y'all make a miracle appear from the impossible

But when my people there gettin' outta there's an obstacle

RIP all the fallen soldiers

You gone but you still here though

Welcome to all the new life, yeah

Word... lyrics - Apollo Brown & Joell Ortiz

Mmh

Not true though

Shit

These bitches tell it all, you ain't special nigga

This what that pussy whipped pillow talk will get ya

You ain't even knew I knew Vanessa did ya, that's besides the point

From manhunt to escapin' that manhunt when we robbed the joint

We smoked Ls to the brain on the roof

Washed it down with a cup of E&J and a loose

We got fly and rode trains to the deuce

When I got signed I had models let niggas run train and chuck deuce

But when the change low, here the change go

And real niggas never 'posed to mention when they exchange doe

Them quote unquote loans was gifts, did I complain?

No, 'cause you was my nigga

Now my nigga tryna line me up but trust me boy I'm ready fam

I got a whole lotta fetty and my shooters got a steady hand

So you come try to take what I used to offer

And that block where you stand is that block they gon' scrape you off of

Word to my mother

Word to my mother

I can't stand you, you can't stand me

Later on that night, fine and dandy

We break up Monday, Tuesday family

That was just us though 'cause you was my candy

Sweeter than a liquor-ish twizzler, thicker than a Snicker

My lil snack, I go way back witcha

I payed ya mom's rent when that welfare dissed her

I put hands on that dude that used to hit your sister

For this song you'll be Melissa

Melissa you let me down, I tohught you'd always my hitta

My hitta been makin' rounds, I saw the paperwork off Victor

You pointin' niggas out singing' like the Pointer Sisters, damn nigga

What you gon' say, you'd never tell on me?

Or put a cell on me? Not Joell Ortiz

Do me a favor lose that number to that cell on me

And respectfully get the hell outta my Vee

Word to my mother

Word to my mother

Wow

Decisions lyrics - Apollo Brown & Joell Ortiz

Mmm...

Oh boy

I'm just sayin', I should just... I don't know

Think about this man, think about this road

A lot to lose, man

Uh

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, now which way I'ma go

Keep moving this fire blow or spit a fire flow

Git the booth or hit the stoop and watch the sirens glow

Carry a gat or a napsack, my nigga, I don't know

Decisions, decisions, writtens are sick in the kitchen

Ryhme flex or Pyrex, which is your vision?

Hit the block or book a studio block

Push a rock or push yourself to rock a number one spot, hmm

Hit 'em with that bounce and find a nice pocket

Or stash another 8-ball in your side pocket

Kill 'em with the talent or kill 'em with talons

Metaphors and similes or meddle with chimineys

Small hallways or songs all day

Carry a sword off gauge or get hauled off stage, hmm

Hit the plug and get a quarter or write some quotes, boy

Have 'em like, 'That boy dope!' or be a dope boy

Decisions, decisions

Honestly, I don't know what to do

This rap don't pay the bills but these crills, man they move

But if I go to jail, man I lose

Decisions, decisions

Honestly, I don't know what to do

This rap don't pay the bills but these crills, man they move

But if I go to jail, man I lose

Get it in my neighbourhood or fuck up the city

12 12 skinnies or plug up the mitty

Have the fiends feeling like they base jumping

'Cause your base jumping or get that base jumping

Decisions, decisions, trust me, this wasn't too easy

Stay in trap or try to rap and keep up with Weezy

Try to impress Nas, Jay and Eazy, get your CD

Up in piece and riches or keep gettin' rich off the PC

Show off in that whip 'cause your album is sick or shit

Pull up to that bitch 'cause you're Alpo and rich

Go in and out of town to get that show money

Or go in and out of town to get that low money

Fill that sneaker box, 999 trap money

Or W9s, 99s and tax money

Working single non-stop until you make it crack

Or that powder in a pot until you make it crack

Decisions, decisions

Honestly, I don't know what to do

This rap don't pay the bills but these crills, man they move

But if I go to jail, man I lose

Decisions, decisions

Honestly, I don't know what to do

This rap don't pay the bills but these crills, man they move

But if I go to jail, man I lose

Timberlan'd Up lyrics - Apollo Brown & Joell Ortiz (feat. Royce Da 5'9)

Uh

That's the way you get Timberlan'd up

Yeah yeah

That's the way you get Timberlan'd up

Haha, word up

That's the way you get Timberlan'd up

Huh

That's the way you get Timberlan'd up

[Joell Ortiz:]

Uh, if this was my first impression, I'd be not impressed

This generation held hands, and skipped a lot of steps

Don't need a navi to find these people that I address

I had Rocawear in my dresser, these niggas rock a dress

Let's rewind to that play button that I would press

My walkman never hopped off my hip, I'm hip-hop to death

And seem to still be breathing, I ain't leaving till I'm out of breath

Weezing, I'll still squeeze in some speaking to get up off my chest

Don't toot horns, your hero? Lukewarm

If we sparred it'd be so hard to recover my shoehorn from his ass

I just laugh at the masses, I'm flabbergasted

The fact is, that we had average so long we lowered the standards

I stand here as a stand-out act, and can't understand how y'all all standing and clap at this rap, like it's outstanding

I've withstanded enough, take this bitch hand and a snuff

And I'll book you like promoters that hit your manager up

You could be on the floor bleeding

If you still actin' tough? (Then yo)

That's the way you get Timberlan'd up

If you actin' like you gangsta, but a white flag waver (Huh)

That's the way you get Timberlan'd up

Don't suddenly get hot, then start frontin' on ya block (Uh-huh)

That's the way you get Timberlan'd up

If they run up with the drop, and you don't come off what you got (Then yo)

That's the way you get Timberlan'd up

[Royce Da 5'9:]

The problem with the shit you say, is y'all just A-B-C

My father's a G, you D-A, I reside in the D

You ever try to play with me, must be A-D-B

You gon' have to hire Triple A, just to fly the A-3-C

How could you kill a man who you ain't socially psychotic as

I wrote this beat on papyrus, in the Pyramid in B.C

You gon' see these Timberlands in 3D

You gon' be able to smoke the tree that's on the side of these on GP

As far as war, man I'm' bout as prepared

As my grandma is for prayer, and I'm a rich player

No hand-outs at all, dawg

I rode this mothafucker, guns stuck to me

I watched the wheels fall off, then I ran out of despair

I send niggas atcha' in broad day, just to air case

Triggers'll click-clack your killers'll six-slack you, that's bare face

Your single exceeds your rep, you ain't worth it to paraphrase

You ain't worth a single step in my circular staircase

You could be on the floor bleeding

If you still actin' tough? (Then yo)

That's the way you get Timberlan'd up

If you actin' like you gangsta, but a white flag waver (Huh)

That's the way you get Timberlan'd up

Don't suddenly get hot, then start frontin' on ya block (Uh-huh)

That's the way you get Timberlan'd up

If they run up with the drop, and you don't come off what you got (Then yo)

That's the way you get Timberlan'd up

Come Back Home lyrics - Apollo Brown & Joell Ortiz

Lookin' sad and dreaming

Lookin' sad and dreaming

Just yesterday I was backflipping off pissy matresses

Smokin' blunts under the fuckin' slide in a park and shit

Wow, uh

I scroll through the 'Gram and see old friends I hung with

Had a couple drinks, smoked blunts with, did dumb shit with

You know slum shit, slum nicks and rum fifths

Run quick, hop over gates, escape that one trip up North

I aks myself, what'd I do so different?

How did me and the younger me becomes so distant?

Or are we not, are the pieces of that block

And parking lot parked up under this facade

Of a kid who made it out but

Still feels trapped 'cause his bills stacked

And hip-hop minoritized real rap, that's real rap

I purchase things and get alerts from my bankin' app

Like boy you ain't 'posed to be doin' that

Who you think you is?

You ain't never had no single on the charts

And only thing Top 40 about you is that new Glock

Sittin' up in ya closet next to that old trap phone

You might have to pick both of those up and come back home

Come back home

Come back home

Come back home

Sometimes we go far and forget who we are and

We gotta come back home

Yeah I'm the one of the few can say I made it out

But when I got out did I do the things to make it count?

Did I invest, find some things to feed my bank account?

Or did I buy material shit that I coulda stayed without?

It's my time, I'm real ill

I'm 'bout to get mil mills

You haters with ill will

Take chill pills

That ain't how I still feel

Thought I'd forever be a cash cow

But I ain't gon' cry over spilled milk

I keep it pushin', beat cookin', rep Brooklyn

Give whoopin's through the pen like it's summertime in the bookings

I'm lookin' off of these stages at face that follow me

Through the stage of my career and appreciate that I never staged it

What you see is what you get

What you hear is legit

I'm from the era you ain't shit

Less we feel you can spit

I've come to terms with the fact that I never might pop

Just glad my relevance ain't rely on if I ever pop

Come back home

Come back home

Come back home

Sometimes we go far and forget who we are and

We gotta come back home

I'm thankful for all that I have and all that I do not

I promise I won't lose sight, came back home

Mona Lisa lyrics - Apollo Brown & Joell Ortiz

The beauty's in the flaws

I wipe the coal out of my eyes and let the light in

Look to the sky as I'm inviting the sunshine

The lightnin', the rainfall, the downpour, of snow

And how it whitens the whole ground and somehow that brightens

My whole day, run away? No way, come right in

I'm one with all the elements, the benefits of writing

Is I can remain here, but go there, I'm flyin', I'm fallin'

The parachute just opened, look I'm glidin'

Arriving thoughts heighten to the point I feel a slight wind

Goosebumps appear, you see 'em clearly on my light skin

Letters begin swarming words, form and take shape without a warnin'

I can feel my palms warmin'

It's happenin' again, all that I'm imaginin'

Is transferrin' onto this palette as I scratch it with a pen

The first facet of a gem

The corresponding scriptures start matching at the ends

And sound alike my sound bites are at a 10

The tone in my headphones have grown

To a frequency unknown

Some of us call this the zone

Every instrument is on they own but not alone

It's like we rent a separate apartment in a harmonious home

All I see is sounds, all I hear is colors

All I feel is nothin', it's a numbness like no other

Time is nonexistent, like forever in a moment

Wish this moment was forever but it's forever been just moment

I'm staring at a canvas that was once blank

Contemplate if this was read aloud what would one think?

How would they perceive it?

Will everyone receive it,

In the light that intended, comprehending every meaning

Or will the just breeze through it like a gentle summer evenin'

Is this even worth leavin' my easel I flip the sheet

And there's a brand new canvas waitin' for me, how convenient

It's eyebrow raisin' how I scrap a Mona Lisa

All I see is sounds, all I hear is colors

All I feel is nothin', it's a numbness like no other

(The beauty's in the flaws)

Time is nonexistent, like forever in a moment

Wish this moment was forever but it's forever been just moment

Flashback lyrics - Apollo Brown & Joell Ortiz

Remember that? Little Ido runnin' through the hood with the fro. With dirt on his nose. I used to go out at the break of dawn. And then my moms used to have to come find me.

No more coco-levio one, two, three

One, two, three, all that is to me is a memory

Cookout in the part, a game of two hand touch

Arguments turn into slap boxing, two hands up

We play music in front of the building, music up ya block

Late night cyphers we played music in the dark

Today I felt rich, my outfit was super sharp

Back when Coney Island felt like my amusement park

The ice cream truck stopped, the hood stopped

My cone of choice, vanilla with rainbow sprinkles on top

The ice cream truck leave the kids chase

Some of us rode on the back, the rest of y'all couldn't keep pace

Hands under the Johnny pump, the water splashed in my face

Chalk graced the sidewalk I yellin', "I'm in first place"

After freeze tag, e'rybody put ya feet in

I was suppose to been upstairs but it was all worth the beatin'

Flashback to when things was all good

Summertime felt like forever on them days in my hood

They cookin' burgers over there

The franks done over here

Bust a move anywhere, they playin' music e'rywhere

Flashback to when things was all good

Summertime felt like forever on them days in my hood

There's no beef today, they put the heats away

I wish it felt like this each and every day

Girls jumpin' double dutch

The thugs dump another Dutch

Just left my corner store I stole some peanut butter cups

And called Peanut out the window, told him wake his brother up

And bring both ya bikes down I built a ramp for us to jump

I had the Super Soaker 30, TK had the 50

Cheetah had the backpack joint, courtesy of Neice

Walk by 290 bench you got drenched, make it easy

Take money out yo' pocket and that beeper off ya hip

Cause if you don't cooperate you still leavin' with ya drip

Go upstairs, switch clothes, come down meet up with the clique

Tell Merk bring out his radio and beats for us to rip

Each of us would spit, swear to God my team was it

Scratch the stem on an M80 before you struck a match

Throw a Screamer in the box, light it with a Jumping Jack

Tie fire crackers together, light the whole fuckin' pack

Back in the days was lit, no pun intended scrap

Flashback to when things was all good

Summertime felt like forever on them days in my hood

They cookin' burgers over there

The franks done over here

Bust a move anywhere, they playin' music e'rywhere

Flashback to when things was all good

Summertime felt like forever on them days in my hood

There's no beef today, they put the heats away

I wish it felt like this each and every day

About It lyrics - Apollo Brown & Joell Ortiz

Uh

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Back in here with that real talk

Yaowa

Any of my mans will tell you I keep it more than a hundred

Uh

Try my best to be one call away

If I'm with you, I'm with you all the way

Talk to my homies, that's what they all say

'Cept for the ones I grew up with that I no longer fuck with

'Cause along the way some shit happened or we grew apart

But cool or not, just know I hope you somewhere happy

'Cause we've been through a lot

Through hands and ran through the park after we threw the Glock

And now I'm throwing parties on yachts

You think I threw a shot?

But homie, I'm just happy I popped man, I just threw a shot

Of Johnnie Walker blue back, baby shits smooth on the rocks

Life change when you change

So you to blame for everything you do and don't have

Them excuses is lame

Flew on a PJ but I grew up on a train

Somehow I grew up in a pj's but my life's no longer plain

Scenery might have changed, but believe me I'm the same

Just remember who I am when you're ready to speak my name

Man I don't wanna talk about it

What happens, what happened

I state the facts

You was cappin' homie but I don't want to talk about it

I'm too busy relaxing but if you pushing that action

Man, don't think I won't go to war about it

Ten toes down that's both feet on the ground

If it's drama, I'll never walk around it

Yeah life moved on still you can get moved on, man

Don't think I ain't never thought about it

Don't nobody owe you nothing

Throwback photos don't mean I'm supposed to throw you something

This new you tryna be somebody the old you wasn't

Funny thing is it's the same me that knows you frontin', huh?

Negative thoughts is like disease they creep in with ease

I can see how an ex-friend could get weak in the knees

And stand for nothing till they self what they need to believe

Or watch the real you reveal you We can see through the weeds

Greed's a motherfucker envy's a motherfucker

Jealousy is a motherfucker and it's worse when they undercover

I tried to trust a brother knowing he was once a sucker

I should have new low lives can only be up to something

Live and learn the pages turn just keep writing, get what you earn

Your get your turn just keep fighting and

Know that karma gon' catch up to the wilding

Burning the wrong bridge will leave you stuck on an island

Man I don't wanna talk about

What happens, what happened

I state the facts

You was cappin' homie but I don't want to talk about it

I'm too busy relaxing but if you pushing that action

Man, don't think I won't go to war about it

Ten toes down that's both feet on the ground

If it's drama, I'll never walk around it

Yeah life moved on still you can get moved on, man

Don't think I ain't never thought about it

Master Peace lyrics - Apollo Brown & Joell Ortiz

Poetic shit. Where I grew up. Sometimes I can't believe I got through that colorful money. You know what I'm sayin'? With the staples in it? Walkin' to the store with my moms, her tellin' me to walk ahead...so she can buy what she gotta buy, try to keep it from me. Shit was crazy though. Crazy.

We talkin' penmanship?

I'll bend the tip of this pen and twist ya neck as quick as that bitch from The Exorcist

It's like y'all don't remember shit before this Internet and shit

I was Nettin' money like Petrović against The Knicks

Who let you in the building?

Who authorized your membership?

Surprised you even survived your apprenticeship

My fingerprints is all over y'all blueprints

Ya style, ya movements

That growl, ya mood switch

It's wild, ya new shit?

I smile, y'all try to fill the void of the Slaughter?

Yesterday's corner store, can't do nothin' with a quarter

Enjoy ya porter house boy

I was in the house with Mr. Porter

Puttin' pain (Payne) in like Phoenix fourth quarter

Navigate through this modern day Sodom and Gomorrah

Like Denzel's braille version of the Torah

On the night that I arrived the sky smiled with an aurora

The Heavens parted and God sent down his brightest author

The Yaowa

Yeah I remember being in my project apartment. You know what I'm sayin'. I used to write rhymes when I was a kid. I used to bother my moms like, "Yo moms check this out! Check this out!" And she was always available for me. Like, "Aight, let me hear what you did this time." And I would spit something. And whether it good or mediocre, she'd be like, "Oooh, you gon' kill it!" Crazy son. Crazy.

I'm an author

An artist

I draw for, the people

One of ones roll from my tongue quite often, the easel

Trembles as I paint

My frequencies equalize treble and bass

I'm a long way from holdin' metal on my waist

Now the metal on my waist is a designer belt buckle

That holds my pants above my ass when I walk up in a place

Get a different kind of respect

Dude's who used to fear me, cut the check

Those that don't wanna be near me, go in depth about they wife and kids

Cuttin' medium ribs while we decipher biz

When the Bill comes, we rush to it, like Cosby kids

Pullin' cards got a different meanin'

On the boulevard, 6's gleaming

Wedding band hang out the window, these bitches fiendin'

Mornin' meditation

On a constant quest for higher elevation

The process requires patience

Obedience and darma

I'm reading Robert Sharma's The Monk Who Sold His Ferarri

Learning that I too try to speed by my karma

I deal with my decisions and try to heal with the wisdom

I've acquired over the years by just livin'

The most underrated blessing is wakin' up

We got so used to it we think it's a given 'til you don't make the cut

As far as solo, been a minute since my last release

But volume don't make you an active beast, y'all just rappin' chief

Plus I find that those that say the most, tend to rap the least

Before every masterpiece you must master peace

Yo man, do me a favor. Matter of fact, do yourself a favor, this ain't got nothin' to do with me.

Don't get caught up in what's goin' on. Don't feel like you gotta please folks. Don't feel like you gotta be someone you not. To-to-to fit into some... some "cool" crowd quote unquote. Just be yourself man. Nobody else can be that. But you.

Timberlan'd Up (Remix) lyrics - Apollo Brown & Joell Ortiz (feat. Royce Da 5'9 & KXNG Crooked)

Uh

That's the way you get Timberlan'd up

Yeah yeah

That's the way you get Timberlan'd up

Haha, word up

That's the way you get Timberlan'd up

Huh

That's the way you get Timberlan'd up

[Joell Ortiz:]

Uh, if this was my first impression, I'd be not impressed

This generation held hands, and skipped a lot of steps

Don't need a navi to find these people that I address

I had Rocawear in my dresser, these niggas rock a dress

Let's rewind to that play button that I would press

My walkman never hopped off my hip, I'm hip-hop to death

And seem to still be breathing, I ain't leaving till I'm out of breath

Weezing, I'll still squeeze in some speaking to get up off my chest

Don't toot horns, your hero? Lukewarm

If we sparred it'd be so hard to recover my shoehorn from his ass

I just laugh at the masses, I'm flabbergasted

The fact is, that we had average so long we lowered the standards

I stand here as a stand-out act, and can't understand how y'all all standing and clap at this rap, like it's outstanding

I've withstanded enough, take this bitch hand and a snuff

And I'll book you like promoters that hit your manager up

You could be on the floor bleeding

If you still actin' tough? (then yo)

That's the way you get Timberlan'd up

If you actin' like you gangsta, but a white flag waver (huh)

That's the way you get Timberlan'd up

Don't suddenly get hot, then start frontin' on ya block (uh-huh)

That's the way you get Timberlan'd up

If they run up with the drop, and you don't come off what you got (then yo)

That's the way you get Timberlan'd up

[Royce Da 5'9:]

The problem with the shit you say, is y'all just A-B-C

My father's a G, you D-A, I reside in the D

You ever try to play with me, must be A-D-B

You gon' have to hire Triple A, just to fly the A-3-C

How could you kill a man who you ain't socially psychotic as

I wrote this beat on papyrus, in the Pyramid in B.C

You gon' see these Timberlands in 3D

You gon' be able to smoke the tree that's on the side of these on GP

As far as war, man I'm bout as prepared as my grandma is for prayer, and I'm a rich player

No hand-outs at all, dawg

I rode this mothafucker, guns stuck to me

I watched the wheels fall off, then I ran out of despair

I send niggas atcha' in broad day, just to air case

Triggers'll click-clack your killers'll six-slack you, that's bare face

Your single exceeds your rep, you ain't worth it to paraphrase

You ain't worth a single step in my circular staircase

You could be on the floor bleeding

If you still actin' tough? (then yo)

That's the way you get Timberlan'd up

If you actin' like you gangsta, but a white flag waver (huh)

That's the way you get Timberlan'd up

Don't suddenly get hot, then start frontin' on ya block (uh-huh)

That's the way you get Timberlan'd up

If they run up with the drop, and you don't come off what you got (then yo)

That's the way you get Timberlan'd up

[KNXG Crooked:]

I remember the 90s, niggas gettin' Chuck T'd up

My older brother crippin', chunk C's up

The opps chunk B's up

Then they truck ease up right on side of us

Time to get out and fight because only a pussy punk freeze up

Throwin' hands with a grown man at fifteen

Did him like an Apollo Brown beat, he got mixed clean

Jumped in an old school Regal, was time to switch scenes

But they followed us, pulled out a gun and let that bitch ring

Bullets tore through the door so vinyly peep out the irony

My brother was shot and Kurupt said the Streetz Iz a Mutha

That's the reason that I just be like Kurupt with his younger brother 'cause I keep a roscoe on side of me

Better yet, aim and click with the rueger

The shit's calm, then I'm Chuck Taylorin' your medulla

But in Brooklyn, no sitcom

I'm hangin' with Mr. Cooper in the projects lacin' my gangsta boots up for you, nigga

I Timbaland, I sidekick you, Magoo, nigga

That's the way you get Timberlan'd up

If you actin' like you gangsta, but a white flag waver (huh)

That's the way you get Timberlan'd up

Don't suddenly get hot, then start frontin' on ya block (uh-huh)

That's the way you get Timberlan'd up

If they run up with the drop, and you don't come off what you got (then yo)

That's the way you get Timberlan'd up

That's Hip Hop (2016)

• The Word 

The Word lyrics - Joell Ortiz

The fifteen year old, sixteen year old kid that cyphered on the block wants to battle

That guy in me wants to battle

The recording artist wants to stay out of that ring

I've always rapped with my back against the wall because I've wanted to knock down that invisible wall of "He's nice for a Puerto Rican"

I love it, I love it I'm proud to be, you know, what I am

But like when it comes to like this music thing like I think like since it's something just for the ears like I don't think people should look at it with their eyes

When it's all said and done and they bring up Joell Ortiz I want them to be like "Son was nice"

Human (2015) - Joell Ortiz (with !LLMIND)

• Human (Intro)
• New Era
• I Just Might
• My Niggas
• Six Fo'
• Light A L
• Lil' Piggies
• Latino, Pt. 2
• Who Woulda' Knew
• Bad Santa
• Human (Outro) 

Human (Intro) lyrics - Joell Ortiz

Oh, the game

Oh, the game

Oh, the game

Oh, the game

We all come from something, me, Joe, Royce and CROOKED. I miss talking about what I come from, you know what I'm sayin'? Like I'm a quarter of the best rap group, in my opinion, ever assembled, but I'm 100% of Joell, and I wanna tell that story some more

New Era lyrics - Joell Ortiz

7 and a half Yank New Era

Spank whoever feel like their knuckle game do better

Bitches try to bag me, I never chase pussy

And we could never be family, I don't relate, pussy

I still hop off trains then hop on planes, yeah every single state book me

Word to my chain, a nigga ain't book me

Learn the name, rookie

Ayo, I think my new AK's JO

Everything I rhyme cook yayo

I grew up on the opposite side, I'm not you

My niggas brought them choppers outside for Fox News

Knock on the door, Rasta's inside, the pot move

Roll up an L of chocolate Thai and [?]

Me and [?] play Monopoly, my property gone

I lost him before I knew how to properly mourn

I do my rappin' nowadays in apology form

Like I'm sorry, that shit that you're rockin', that's not what we're on

[Hook:]

7 and a half Yank New Era

It's real underneath this 7 and a half Yank New Era

7 and a half Yank New Era

It's all real underneath this 7 and a half Yank New Era

Mama ain't ever raise no fool or no sucka

Escape from who? You've never been a threat

You pillow talk with birds and hover over green like vinaigrette

Suck another nigga's dick to get a check

I check in hotels, kick off my checks and have disrespectful sex

That whip breakin' your neck, I coulda bought it, I don't want it

And just cause son got it don't mean that he could afford it

Lot of smoke and mirrors, feel like I'm walkin' all through a haunted house

First nigga jump out, I'ma drop him, y'all can record it

I stay camera ready, cause I don't change for the cameras, ready?

Now watch me go pro on these amateurs

Hand steady, I race against Andretti

And 9.6 volt remote control cars with old Eveready

I'm too mothafuckin' grown, y'all too mothafuckin' petty

Y'all worried 'bout Barneys, I'm upstairs fuckin' Betty

Think I lie through raps? Get smacked, boy I combine two hats

The nigga under this fitted'll snap

[Hook:]

7 and a half Yank New Era

It's real underneath this 7 and a half Yank New Era

7 and a half Yank New Era

It's all real underneath this 7 and a half Yank New Era

I Just Might lyrics - Joell Ortiz

Man, fuck around and I just might

I just might go up to the Heights on my new bike, painted Spyder white

Pull up on your bitch, an indictment like

Helmet half off and get some helmet later on inspired by the pipes

Or I just might, hit a spot on Steinway like, see the vibe is like

Tell 'em bring a few bottles over but don't provide the light

Get the aluminum pole and fire right

And smoke [?] hookah the entire night

I just might fill my truck up with some lady friends

Front on the hood like the Mercedes Benz sign

You ain't ever seen this kind, they all Canadians

That'll hop out this whip with big apples like the state we in

Nigga I just might say fuck and slide up to Harlem and check my nigga PO

Post up right on his corner and light a cigarillo

It's a million fish in the sea up there, I chase mine while sippin' the Nemo

[Hook:]

Wait, wait up

I just wanna, I just wanna pull up in a Benz

Fuck around with shorty, tell her she can bring a friend

Got a couple thousand layin' 'round that I can spend

Wait, wait up

I just wanna, I just wanna pull up in a Benz

Fuck around with shorty, tell her she can bring a friend

Got a couple thousand layin' 'round that I can spend

Wait, wait up

I just might do a business deal in my slippers

Be 30 minutes late and then show up with a stripper

Pay the whole check in cash and tell the owner he should tip her

I'm grown, call me Mr

I just might rock this mean hat that I bought

Throw on some clean basketball shorts

Hit a Nets game, give Jay Z dap at halfcourt

Then slide to 40/40 for a shot of Jack and take off

Or I just might make my jeweler make a piece at 4 in the morn'

Tell him meet me outside the club and throw the shit on

Have it swingin' in the afty, swing on you if you tap me

Bloody your khakis

I just might do what I fuckin' like

Fuck shorty cause her and my ex look fuckin' alike

And do shit in the bed that my ex wouldn't like

And fly my ex in on the next fuckin' flight, fuckin' right

[Hook:]

Wait, wait up

I just wanna, I just wanna pull up in a Benz

Fuck around with shorty, tell her she can bring a friend

Got a couple thousand layin' 'round that I can spend

Wait, wait up

I just wanna, I just wanna pull up in a Benz

Fuck around with shorty, tell her she can bring a friend

Got a couple thousand layin' 'round that I can spend

Wait, wait up

Wait, wait up

Wait, wait up

Wait, wait up

I just wanna, I just wanna pull up in a Benz

Fuck around with shorty, tell her she can bring a friend

Got a couple thousand layin' 'round that I can spend

Wait, wait up

I just wanna, I just wanna pull up in a Benz

Fuck around with shorty, tell her she can bring a friend

Got a couple thousand layin' 'round that I can spend

Wait, wait up

My Niggas lyrics - Joell Ortiz

I ain't tryna shit on y'all niggas

I don't want y'all to feel a way

I'm just livin', my niggas

Tryna make today a better day

How can you not feel that, my nigga?

I grew up in the 'jects around killers

MAC-11s, TECs and 9 millis

Welfare checks and wild dealers

I'm just happy I made it out the slums, my nigga

We scrambled over crumbs, my nigga

Tried to get fly, to avoid bein' bums, my nigga

It's rough where I'm from, my nigga

Back block fakin', crack pot shakin'

Welcome to the hood, my niggas

It's never all good, my niggas

They thought I'd be in jail

They thought that I'd get high

They thought that I would die, my niggas

I looked inside my grandmother's eyes

Promised her I would try, my niggas

[Hook:]

Y'all hatin', I'm like, "Why, my niggas?"

I was like you, barely gettin' by, my niggas

Barely gettin' by, my niggas

Ridin' in the hoop, doin' like 5, my niggas

Tryna duck the 5, my niggas

Out there on the grind, take a 9 for a dime

Just tryna get mine, my nigga

Lookin' back, I was out my mind

How the fuck did I find time to try to write rhymes, my nigga?

Crab niggas try to grab you down

Know how hard it is to climb, my nigga?

Let a nigga shine, my nigga

I'm finna cop the coupe and I'm rippin' off the roof

Whenever the sun shine, my nigga

My nigga, we talkin' 'bout me

Before the record deals, dealin', tryin' not to get a record

Boy we got it crackin' on that hill

Niggas cracked but I ain't squeal

I've always been real, for the record

Damn right I made it, you niggas gon' take it how you take it

But no if/ands, all the bitches are butt naked

You sittin' there hatin'

I'm standin' here shakin' the dice, we out Vegas

[Hook:]

You mad, I'm like, "Why, my niggas?"

I was like you, barely gettin' by, my niggas

Barely gettin' by, my niggas

Ridin' in the hoop, doin' like 5, my niggas

Tryna duck the 5, my niggas

New niggas try to give me dap, but I just duck the 5, my niggas

When I was just startin', they was just watchin'

Friendship, I can't justify, my niggas

It's just us, yup, just me and my niggas

Cups up, fucked up, we some wild niggas

Y'all niggas is lame, it's a shame

You change the way you look at things

The things you look at'll start to change

[Hook:]

You blamin' me? Why, my niggas?

You mad, I'm like, "Why, my niggas?"

I was like you, barely gettin' by, my niggas

Barely gettin' by, my niggas

Ridin' in the hoop, doin' like 5, my niggas

Tryna duck the 5, my niggas

Tryna duck the 5, duck niggas

Six Fo' lyrics - Joell Ortiz

Put this mothafucka in neutral and let it roll

This sounds best in the car

Vocal calisthenics, let me flex on the bars

Ain't even gotta try to tell everybody bye

You could pull up any verse and never dip on the high

Why am I still considered the head honcho?

Fire flows turn all them designer clothes into red ponchos

Paragraphs disperse lead pronto

Bring you to your knees slow like Tebow watchin' the Jets-Broncos

Look at what my thoughts bring

These up and comers like the first day of summer, they my offspring

Feels like an undercover boss thing

Oh my godly pace forces me to hardly race, I'm New York's king

These words runnin' 'round in my head

I slow 'em down and connect 'em underground 'til y'all dead

They said if you rap too good, you'll never make a profit

Tell that to these bank tellers when I make deposits

Tell that to the flight attendant when the plane departin'

And tell your bitch get off my dick like Lorena Bobbitt

This ain't no movie that I play a part in

It's real life and I'm nice in the punch-you-in-the-face department

Writin' hand too strong, you gotta break your arm and

To try to be in conversations that my name's involved in

I'm best of friends with Eminem, Dr. Dre and all them

Gang members, Yelawolf, Paul, Tracy and all them

I would play the park bench with a crazy Walkman

Listenin' straight, no rewind button

Flip the tape, fast forward just to rewind somethin'

Fast forward, I'm flippin' tapes, look at me, I'm frontin'

They said I'd never make it

Rikers Island just knew they'd be makin' bed arrangements

One of them bullets just knew they would hit my chest and cave it

I'm wanted, better face it

I'm Dufresne, I've been through a lot of shit, but better I 'scaped it

I'm from a world full of run-up-in-your-spot robbers

No carpentry class kinda ox carvers

On the block with a Glock and rock joggers

And nobody saw nothin', you got shot for bein' a blogger

Look what all these hard bars did for me

Nice guys finish last, I gotta disagree

This spittin' spree keeps me at the dealership

Like I fuck nothin' but virgins, every year I'm in a different V

While these rappers got a kick out of mimicry

My raps felt like blackbelts in the 6th degree

I roundhouse anyone who tryna trade rounds

With the House and house rounds in any battle, nigga, this is me

I get it poppin', it's the Papi Chulo

Pop into this spot, pop bottles then pop out with your mami culo

Just fucked a pop star but promised to never let you know

I'm tellin' you though, she look like she on Telemundo

I don't care if she faked it all day

Right after I nut, I said I came a long way

From coppin' new Js in Dr. Jays on Broadway

To stylists at the Grammys, watchin' plays on Broadway

To the private invite from playwrights, guess I played it right

Is y'all Mayweather or Mike, is you gon' take the fight?

I'm just tryna get in shape to hit the weigh in like

Skip this press conference, less nonsense, nigga say goodnight

I took an oath to never let my fans down

First rapper to man up'll be a man down

Skinny, chubby, fat, 5'6" tall

Line 'em up, I got a coffin that's one-size-fits-all

This pen is what kept me out the pens, but how you act depends

If a life sentence pens for pennin' your end

My wrist swings like a pendulum for perfect penmanship

Been there, oh my empire's dependent again

Light A L lyrics - Joell Ortiz

Man y'all niggas don't know me, let me finish my water

So much more to me, I feel like I oughta

Tell you all about the minority from the corner

Just tryna make some money to feed my daughter

Well in my case, two sons, in the hood with loose crumbs

And niggas that should be hooked on phonics

Hooked to new guns, even the police shoots them

This where the Puerto Rican member of that group from

Half gallons of cognac, on the train car packed

Headed up to the Deuce to bring some broads back

Poof, get into somethin', where my hawk at?

Ooh this finna get disgusting

Man all you fake hood niggas, boy y'all ain't missin' nothin'

We bring gun barrels to fights

I miss my cousin, they did him like Harold at the light

But we rode down on that nigga like Cam'Ron on that bike

Tryna get paid in full, my trays was full

A half moon made my fade look cool, a younger Yaowa

Sunflower seeds, house keys in the Eddie Bauer

Hood top to bottom, pass the bottle around

Everybody tap the bottom, take out my tops and bottoms

[Hook:]

Light a L in the staircase and start a cypher

Freestylin' made my bars get tighter

I 'member the time I'd say, "Yo spark the lighter"

Breathe in these trees and start a forest fire

Niggas went crazy, then I got my ass whipped for pullin' an all nighter

Helped tag in the lumber yard

Me and Hunt threw the Ps, cops and robbers

In the stairs, man I see it like I'm there, swear to fuckin' God

Growin' up, it was fuckin' hard

But that's why I'm fuckin' hard

[?] in the summer, low whites under

More sun, more aggie, more fights, none of

Them bitches wanted it but Leisha, man she throw that thunder

Grease on her face, scarfed up in the Polo pajamas

Johnny pump open, wet your car, get bold if you wanna

Will wet your car with somethin' different, roll back 'round that corner

Hip-hop with Mellie then hit pot and scaley

Then sneak up to my roof and get sick mop from Shelly

I'm a project nigga, in my project lobby

Takin' project pictures with my project army

Standin' in the hall and lighin' candles for the fallen

Reminiscin', sippin', snifflin', and missin' all them

Hide piece and butter, come and get your supper

A game of steel and bacon, niggas waitin' on their number

I remember when it was hard if you could go outside

You was watchin' from your window, nigga

[Hook:]

Light a L in the staircase and start a cypher

Freestylin' made my bars get tighter

I 'member the time I'd say, "Yo spark the lighter"

Breathe in these trees and start a forest fire

Niggas went crazy, then I got my ass whipped for pullin' an all nighter

Helped tag in the lumber yard

Me and Hunt threw the Ps, cops and robbers

In the stairs, man I see it like I'm there, swear to fuckin' God

Growin' up, it was fuckin' hard

But that's why I'm fuckin' hard

Dutch paper

Incinerator

Elevators

Nosey neighbors

Guns barkin'

Cops barkin'

Dogs barkin'

My mom's barkin'

Aye fellas I gotta get out of here, man, my mom's trippin'. I'm comin' up now. I'd like to thank everybody in Cooper Projects, Brooklyn for turnin' that little boy into the man that I am today. Yeah me no play

Lil' Piggies lyrics - Joell Ortiz

You mothafuckas ready?

I'm walkin' through this bitch with my machete

Put your chemical suit on

What you 'bout to come in contact with is deadly

I'm tired of the gimmicks, firin' your style, is you bitches?

Fuck you and your selfies, why you smilin' in pictures?

What you think this is a game, nigga?

Ooooh man y'all lucky I don't name niggas, lame niggas

Call me Dhalsim, I'm finna flame niggas, shut up

Talkin' to every rich and famous nigga, what up?

Spar with the stars, meet me in your garage

Where you park all your cars

I'll show you how you get sparked with these bars

You's a walk in the... park

Where they find you? Rhymes, I'll outrhyme you

Lines, I'll outline you... in chalk

Load up the magazine and throw at the magazine that said your album was mean

Shoot to your photoshoot and shoot your photoshoot

Think I'm just bein' vocal in the vocal booth?

Everybody head got a price, that's a quotable

[Hook:]

This lil' piggy said he hard

But this lil' piggy walkin' 'round with bodyguards

This lil' piggy is a fraud

This lil' piggy said he real

But this lil' piggy get smacked, bet he squeal

This lil' piggy is a bitch

Niggas take my kindness for weakness

I look at your kind and see weakness

I sound like somethin' divine in these speakers

Y'all look like somethin' of mine in the cleaners, washed up

I rinse your whole squad up

Put you on spin cycle then hang your panties and bras up in Starbucks

Ah I'm just ventin' like a large cup

Cause I make magic happen with this pen

And it go platinum, but Copperfield is back at it again

So you can shine as long as this shit I'm rappin' is a gem

Don't nobody say it how I say it

Get on stage and display it, how I display it

Convey it in such a way that it stays with you, man it's crazy

They callin' me underground but I'm your mothafuckin' favorite

When you press play it... do somethin' to you

And never mention my name, boy I'll do somethin' to you

[Hook:]

This lil' piggy said he hard

But this lil' piggy walkin' 'round with bodyguards

This lil' piggy is a fraud

This lil' piggy said he real

But this lil' piggy get smacked, bet he squeal

This lil' piggy is a bitch

This lil' piggy said he hard

But this lil' piggy walkin' 'round with bodyguards

This lil' piggy is a fraud

(Keep believin' what you see on social media, man, that ain't real)

This lil' piggy said he real

But this lil' piggy get smacked, bet he squeal

This lil' piggy is a bitch

(Just like pow)

I don't fuck with y'all, y'all like broads

Your whole team is just not like ours

I'm a VIP nigga sittin' at the bar

The nigga that you see when them cameras on

Is the nigga that you meet when them cameras off

I am who I am, that's not who they are

Latino, Pt. 2 lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Emilio Rojas, Bodega Bamz & Chris Rivers)

[Verse 1 - Emilio Rojas:]

Cry first and laugh last

Television was on, we never had dads

And the city was flooded with mad crack

Cause they experiment on minorities like we lab rats

Priorities, it's fuck authority

A man that can stand on his own and show maturity

I ain't ever ask for a loan, I've been supportin' me

Takin' cash from hoes like a sorority

Oh yeah they comin' for your life

Con Ed, I'm comin' for your light

It's bonded, I'm livin' out of spite

You ain't bleed then it wasn't worth the fight

I'm givin' y'all bread and water, ah bread and water all they get

And it ain't shakin' no hands, so fuck your politics

This isn't makin' a [?], I burn a lot of bridges down

Then I played in the ash like fuck a following

All we ever wanted was good pussy and credit scores

Their own cars is better than all our rentals are

I'm sick of y'all, dudes switchin' and gettin' hot

Like Bruce Jenner and menopause

Ain't never told us detox the senators

I say they sent us to detox the criminals

So the minute that we pop his genitals

Emilio ain't gon' ever fall, I told y'all

[Verse 2 - Bodega Bamz:]

Everybody pressin' charges, they ain't change where I'm from

It's no game, even Ndamukong Suh

Connect try to keep me out the loop

It's canine proof, all my birds in the coop

Niggas wanna see me in the cage (but why?)

My lawyer gets surprised with the money I save (ching ching!)

I'm low like Fetty Wap's left eye

I coulda sworn I saw Left Eye in Best Buy

Nike slippers, read the paper on the milk crates

Sippin' Arizona, I got stripes like a Zebra Cake

Believe me, fast money like a relay

Shopped in SoHo when Prince Street had replays

>D-day?<, I love my heritage

And fuck the race, if you real you my relative

Why so sensitive?

The revolution will be tele-vized

Excuse the grammar, I'm a ghetto kid

My grandma still alive and all 11 kids

Only my father made it, let's reminisce another time

Bought a watch with these bars to kill time

Sick in the head, now that's an ill mind

Shine like a d-d-diamond [?] young

I said one day I'd have a Lambo, not a Hyundai

I kill for these stacks like Jimmy Caan

Wait let a G win like the Padres

Let a G win like Tony's last name

Who played first base for San Diego

Had to break it down

Fuck the cops, we gotta triumph

Fight for Freddie right now, it's about to be more riots

They wanna kill the youth when they need more guidance

With more violence you can only expect more defiance

It's hard to be vocal when they shoot you up and choke you

Die unexpected if the wrong one approach you

Sharpton ain't doin' enough, where's all the leaders?

Breakin' the same laws, we follow how they teach us

I never seen a thug win a million with Regis

Or a single mother from the ghetto either

Fuck y'all

[Interlude - Joell Ortiz:]

It's a small island in the Caribbean that we be in

Goes by the name of Puerto Rico

[Verse 3 - Chris Rivers:]

Nigga the champ is here, Cassius Clay in his prime

The Mike Tyson, Bruce Lee, Stephen Hawking of rhymes

Combined with Einstein's mind and then refined like it's wine

I write divine lines, I fill my time by feelin' these dimes

Fill my satisfaction with valid rappin' and Magnum clappin'

Fact I haven't felt emotions that's potent since daddy's passin'

I'm the Marilyn Manson of pattern relax in baths of acid

I got True Religion jeans, if I kill you it's act of passion

I'm a dragon rap admiral managing slapping your laterals

Aptitude is ample to pass all the rap masters

Who master it, cracking ribs like >clashing mandible????<

Put you in the earth, what it's worth you can act natural

The pragmatical mathematical rappin' cannibal

Who ramp with animals, Bronx nigga that has an attitude

You see my avenue is compatible with a battle room

I never sold crack, just wrote dope lines to hand to you

Package that, I got the Cadillac of flows

Cataracs these hoes cause I'm soundin' like platinum gold

You never see a ghost, that's what me and my dad was told

So now I'm pickin' up the torch while these labels haggle my soul

Y'all can suck the undercuts of my nuts while I take a shit

Only spend nights, I don't gotta know what patience is

All you niggas bitches, to exist you gotta take my rent

Blow your fuckin' head off clean bro, save the witness

[Verse 4 - Joell Ortiz:]

Latino, I'm that and I'm proud

If you don't know us, let me tell you about

Niggas that slam their dominoes loud, let you see copy

[?] cheek choffy

Cherry coco, peña drip 'til your teeth sloppy

Hustlers become connects when they need papis

Nissan, Honda, Chevy on the back block

Runnin' routes with the bow bow in the stash box

When I speak it's chop yaow, I'm a New Yorican

Calderon on the phone, I'm in [?] creepin'

Y'all hangin' on resorts to just chill

I'm in the casa, rios take a walk down the hill

One way in, one way out, where y'all all could get killed

Leave them niggas alone, that's how the officers feel

Nigga, my people, beach, 98 gettin' our tan on

Slippers walkin' on [?], hittin' the sand strong

But plan wrong, it will transform

Wet you then find a Jet Blue out to San Juan

We don't look for parties, the party's wherever we go

Turn the corner section to the 4th of Julio

Too much to fit in one 16

So let me cook like the festival on 1/16

Mean, my career's been like one sick dream

A nightmare, scary how I does this thing

You ain't elite, I'm made of deep

God thought he was stuntin' when he created me

Rap's Bobby Fischer, nigga please take a seat

I made you in three moves: ink, paper, beat

Y'all keep playin', nigga, we play for keeps

Stop claimin' to be what my eyes don't see though

Every verse I spit, you get an 'ay dios mio'

This time with my amigos, Latinos

Who Woulda' Knew lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Father Dude)

[Verse 1 - Joell Ortiz:]

She say she love me and her mouth mean it

And her heart mean it

And her eyes mean it

But her mind leanin'

Toward the life she lived before me, often I'm seein'

Her mood switch up right before me when we're life dreamin'

Layin' our head, I'm seein' 4 years ahead

She seein' 4 years ago, wishin' she wasn't in this bed

Instead, she miss the club life, the pop bub' life

The life she used to love is fuckin' up our love life

It's tough cause I'm lookin' at her knowin' she the one like

Man... look how far we've come

All our friends say relationships are hard, we're numb

This natural high exceeds every single bar we've done

And I ain't tryna keep you home, baby, nah we young

But that departin' from them clubs at 4 AM when shorty's party done

Is a life that I watched your love part me from

I ain't tryna not be fun, just tryna grow

[Hook - Father Dude:]

This song's for you

Even though we might be through when this song is through

Who woulda knew?

Who woulda knew?

This song's for you

Even though we might be through when this song is through

Who woulda knew?

Who woulda knew?

[Verse 2 - Joell Ortiz:]

Last time I checked, nobody checkin' on my ID

I'm grown, plus everybody know who I be

She comments on everything you post, I see

But I'm a G, I don't argue over IG

Told me you could handle my celebrity, but fight me

And question my integrity whenever someone likes me

If you don't like what you read then stop readin'

Baby I got an army to lead, I'm tweetin'

You worry 'bout my page, got me startin' to worry 'bout your age

They say it's just a number, I wonder if you behave

Like a grownup but miss makin' mistakes

Baby hold up, I'm just raisin' the stakes, but you know what?

When the weight of the world's on your shoulders it gets heavy

And too much brainstormin' could break the levee

But baby I'm here, I got so many ideas and I'm ready

I'm thinkin' you just love the idea of bein' ready, girl

[Hook - Father Dude:]

This song's for you

Even though we might be through when this song is through

Who woulda knew?

Who woulda knew?

This song's for you

Even though we might be through when this song is through

Who woulda knew?

Who woulda knew?

[Verse 3 - Joell Ortiz:]

I'm preparin' for more, this house feels like a kitchen

You standin' at the door like this house feels like a prison

Used to fuck you on the terrace and let you look at the town

Now I fuck you on the terrace, feels like you lookin' around

Like the grass gets greener or maybe you miss smokin'

That green grass with Selena on the ave near the cleaners

Laughin', reminiscin' how y'all smash La Marina

With homie you used to smash with the stash in the Bimmer

Tryna change the scene as we chase this dream

Our relationship is in a league of its own

Cause I'm finally on my favorite team, let's embrace this thing

I'm tryna iron this shit out but am I wasting steam?

I feel like you wish the past was the present

The gift's in our future and you gon' fuck around and pass on the presents

What we have is a blessing

But it'll turn into somethin' we once had if we let it

Don't let it

[Hook - Father Dude:]

This song's for you

Even though we might be through when this song is through

Who woulda knew?

Who woulda knew?

This song's for you

Even though we might be through when this song is through

Who woulda knew?

Who woulda knew?

Bad Santa lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Jared Evan)

[Verse 1 - Joell Ortiz:]

Sometimes I wonder if he knows I love him

I don't feel that daddy squeeze when I hug him

He says "I love you" when he hangin' up the phone but it's muffled

Like he's uncomfortable sayin' it, so his voice has trouble

Gettin' the words out, his mother gave up bein' my baby

She packed her bags and hit Atlanta when he was a baby

Man them first couple of years it was crazy

I'm back and forth to child support then she agreed he could stay with me

On Christmas vacations, I would lift him up, raise him

So high in the air, my eyes tearin', this kid is amazin'

This year is the fourth generation PlayStation I know he's awaitin'

It's under that tree waitin'

It's that look on his face when he's happy that makes me proud to be daddy

When he runs over and grabs me, filled with true joy

In the same moment I'm bothered, I mean he knows I'm his father

But am I just that once-a-year homie with new toys?

[Hook - Joell Ortiz:]

Sometimes I wonder if rap is a gift

Every 25th he's unwrappin' his gifts

Pardon me if I curse when I'm rappin' and shit

But sometimes a fuckin' curse comes wrapped as a gift

A curse comes wrapped as a gift

Sometimes a fuckin' curse comes wrapped as a gift

Every 25th he's unwrappin' his gifts

Am I a bad Santa?

[Verse 2 - Jared Evan:]

Will you show up in the middle of night?

Will you be the one to turn off the lights?

I hope so

When I see you, everything is alright

But will you really be here tonight?

I don't know

It's like all this time, I've been wanderin', waiting for you

You stay on my mind, cause I belong to you

Santa...

[Hook - Joell Ortiz:]

Sometimes I wonder if rap is a gift

Every 25th he's unwrappin' his gifts

Pardon me if I curse when I'm rappin' and shit

But sometimes a fuckin' curse comes wrapped as a gift

A curse comes wrapped as a gift

Sometimes a fuckin' curse comes wrapped as a gift

Every 25th he's unwrappin' his gifts

Am I a bad Santa?

[Bridge - Joell Ortiz:]

It's you I'll always be there for

I'm just wishin' I could be there more

This music's keepin' me on tour

But I'll be right back to see my boy

[Hook - Joell Ortiz:]

Sometimes I wonder if rap is a gift

Every 25th he's unwrappin' his gifts

Pardon me if I curse when I'm rappin' and shit

But sometimes a fuckin' curse comes wrapped as a gift

A curse comes wrapped as a gift

Sometimes a fuckin' curse comes wrapped as a gift

Every 25th he's unwrappin' his gifts

Am I a bad Santa?

Human (Outro) lyrics - Joell Ortiz

Fuck it

Had to talk my shit to y'all, don't hate it or love it

Just respect it and be honored

That I'm standin' in your presence, it's the Yaowa

We ain't promised tomorrow

I grew up in a single household, my mama was father

My uncle was junkie

My cousin was a dickhead tryin' to punk me

My other cousin got bodied cause of a stupid color

My projects is a live set, we shoot at each other

Some niggas is 'bout it, some niggas is scared

But even the 'bout it niggas fear, the worry is shared

Vision blurry, impaired

Pickin' up pace in the hood and I hurry to where

Same corner store, same faces in front of it

Same dice game, same 40 and same blunt is lit

Same couple of schemes to get a hundred quick

Some niggas is grimy, scheme on who they runnin' with

But see I was smart, I bought another clip

Never wait to get shot at to shoot, that's some dummy shit

It was just me, no brothers or sis

No one to tell I'm plummeted to a fuckin' abyss

Them drug dealers at my door again

My mom's meetin' 'em in the hall again

I swear when I grow up I'm killin' all of them

Man that shouldn't be your thoughts after 10

But that's the life that I was brought up in

I never had a choice

Walkin' through the livin' room, hearin' my granny voice

Like "Don't you be just like the rest of them

Your boy [?], yeah they arrested him"

But little Joell, he ain't let it get the best of him

Fuck it

Had to talk my shit to y'all, don't hate it or love it

I'm just human

I'm only human

I'm talkin' pre-music

Pre-money, pre-fame, pre-groupies, just highwaters

Comin' out the snow, peelin' your socks off yah

Freezin' just to find out there's no hot water

Man I had packed roaches

That couch is 20 years old but it's the best sofa

Moms ain't cook yesterday so ain't no leftovers

Still every fuckin' Halloween I would egg yolk yah

We lit the staircase up with cap gun revolvers

Playin' cops and robbers

Funny, I'm lookin' back now, we all wanted to be robbers

We didn't respect the coppers

We used to go up to the roof and throw rocks at the choppers

Fast forward, I'm at the table, the rock gettin' chopped up

That Reebok sneaker box is startin' to get guapped up

Your jewelry and clothes, that's startin' to pop up

I'm a teenager now, much more than a monster

I stole a Hyundai Elantra and crashed it into a Honda

I'm in the backway with a bird and I'm standin' behind her

I remember that first feeling, remember that first feeling

No condom, I was illin'

Dead ass

Young, dumb with a gun and just feining to turn you to a dead ass

I remember that night I borrowed my nigga Fred's mask

And they found son in the street, nobody know what happened but

Yeah I still jump out of my sleep

Let me leave that right there before I incriminate myself

Behind this beat

My life ain't sweet

It's sort of like finders keepers

And you'll be surprised by some of the shit these finders keep

Keep, I can no longer do

I can't keep this all to myself, I must give some to you

Before music, the only check I got was summer youth

Yeah I'm a rapper but I'm still... I'm still one of you

Human