Primo Tribute lyrics - Joell Ortiz
[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
Trying to be the star of a gang like Waxmaster C
Act Like They Don't Know lyrics - Joell Ortiz
[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
Cause I'm an emcee like homeboy that ripped this first, c'mon
High Roller lyrics - Joell Ortiz
[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
I'm talking to you pal, jerk
4,3,2,1 lyrics - Joell Ortiz
[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
Simple mathematics y'all
Recognize lyrics - Joell Ortiz
[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
And shorty give me back shots like I shot at her first
125 Part 1 (The Bio) lyrics - Joell Ortiz
[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
that kid has been nothing but short of awesome lately
Brooklyn (Remix) lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Cashmere, Maino, Solomon, Big Daddy Kane)
[Joell Ortiz (Solomon):]
7-1-8, yeah (Brooklyn!)
That's the borough that be havin dudes tuck in they jewels and all that
Word? (Brooklyn!)
Top model, y'all make it (Brooklyn!)
We'll take it, c'mon Brooklyn (Brooklyn!)
Ortiz, my whole aura is (Brooklyn!)
If I could do it over again I'll be from (Brooklyn!)
Dudes don't do it like dudes do it in (Brooklyn!)
D sets, A-team, y'all remember (Brooklyn!)
Shorties be really ridin to me, they see the (Brooklyn!)
Swagger, lights, cameras, action go (Brooklyn!)
Bandannas, gangbangers flagged up in (Brooklyn!)
Banana clips hang from mad guns in (Brooklyn!)
Yo' gutta is gutta but yo' gotta ain't (Brooklyn!)
Yo' hood is hood but yo' hood ain't (Brooklyn!)
Yo' slum is slum but yo' slum ain't (Brooklyn!)
My block is real cause my block's in (Brooklyn!)
My glock'll peel your top back in (Brooklyn!)
My pops had pills so my pops is (Brooklyn!)
Every street {what} avenue, boulevard in (Brooklyn!)
Mi gente, y'all know I rep this hard in (Brooklyn!)
[Cashmere (Solomon):]
Uhhh, yeah
Cashmere, y'all know that I'm from (Brooklyn!)
Sutter Ave., Linden Plaza, that's (Brooklyn!)
Cypress Hill's, P.H.'s (Brooklyn!)
Whatever niggaz make, we take, that's (Brooklyn!)
You niggaz know we keep it live in (Brooklyn!)
Snatchin niggaz chains since '85, that's (Brooklyn!)
King do tut, they made a name in (Brooklyn!)
Big Jay-Z, them kings reign in (Brooklyn!)
Lil' Kim, Foxy got they fame from (Brooklyn!)
Niggaz gettin robbed in The Tunnel, gotta be (Brooklyn!)
Shots fired after the club done, that's (Brooklyn!)
Upstate Fed time full of niggaz from (Brooklyn!)
Juniors, Albee Square Mall, that's (Brooklyn!)
Timberland, Champion hoodies, now that's (Brooklyn!)
Had niggaz skatin out Empire in (Brooklyn!)
Dollar signs, J. Ortiz, now that's (Brooklyn!)
[Maino (Solomon):]
Yo, it's my hood, it's only one king from (Brooklyn!)
Maino baby, my name ring in (Brooklyn!)
You could get your jewelry took dawg in (Brooklyn!)
Ask Steph, we still got your chain in (Brooklyn!)
It's a few dudes can't come back to (Brooklyn!)
Heard Lil' Cease did some rattin in (Brooklyn!)
No stringin gates [?], I brought it back to (Brooklyn!)
Run up on dudes with the mac in (Brooklyn!)
We got crack and dope spots in (Brooklyn!)
Come through, post on your block in (Brooklyn!)
Don't act like we don't pop in (Brooklyn!)
You'll get done like [gun cocks] (Brooklyn!)
Hustle Hard, I started a gang in (Brooklyn!)
Bring Mya through, let her hang in (Brooklyn!)
Them dirty money niggaz think they claimin (Brooklyn!)
But them niggaz is a bunch of lames from (Brooklyn!)
[Big Daddy Kane (Solomon):]
Uh-huh, and y'all know the livest was yet be from (Brooklyn!)
But best believe ya status, the vet be from (Brooklyn!)
Them cats that be movin the weight be from (Brooklyn!)
The kid shootin hoops in the crate be from (Brooklyn!)
Boost the bitches that ain't fuckin is (Brooklyn!)
Them niggaz to call to chain tuckin is (Brooklyn!)
The cools that'll chase your ride, now that's (Brooklyn!)
Young chicks that braid too tight, now that's (Brooklyn!)
You hear places that get busy in (Brooklyn!)
Staircases stay pissy in (Brooklyn!)
The projects with a loft get sparked kid in (Brooklyn!)
Prospect to talkers, park kid (Brooklyn!)
The streets where the grimiest pop kid (Brooklyn!)
Chicken wings from the Chinese spot, shit (Brooklyn!)
With big drinkin Kane in the front (Brooklyn!)
And out-of-town niggaz claimin they from (Brooklyn!)
125 Part 2 (Fresh Air) lyrics - Joell Ortiz
[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
Jump ball is near - GET READY!
Hip Hop lyrics - Joell Ortiz
[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 thank 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,
And let ya'll taste it
Modern Day Slavery lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Immortal Technique, DJ GIJOE)
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...
Good night motherfucka!
125 Part 3 (Connections) lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Ras Kass, Stimuli, Grafh, Gab Gacha)
[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
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
Gab Gotcha. Crown City nigga.
Block Royal lyrics - Joell Ortiz
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:]
Yeeeeooooowwwwwwww
Latino lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. La Bruja)
[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:]
Latinooooos
Brooklyn Bullshit lyrics - Joell Ortiz
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
Dodging and weaving the cops That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
125 Part 4 (Finale) lyrics - Joell Ortiz
(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 you are not who I write to (nah)
I'm the underdog's underdog, I love the odds (love 'em)
Joy 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)
Follow me...
L.I.F.E. lyrics - Joell Ortiz
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
E - Either you roll or get rolled on it's nothing
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