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
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