Eternia, Joell Ortiz - It's Funny lyrics

"It's funny how" - Lauryn Hill
"Rappers talk about how much they
Flip" - Da Bush Babees
"I really don't care" - Fat Joe
"Whatever type of shit" - Black Moon

Hey yo
Figured this chick ridiculous a long time ago
The antidote to wack rappers
Like a Reef quote
Underfunded, well-groomed so fuck it
Threw a "motherfuckin" in there so
Y'all ignorant one's love it but, I
Speed it up for all the duly
Rap Kool G Rap lovin' cats
Imagine that, I could snap your neck back
Viciousness rip your head off like liquorice
You could come one come all
It's still effortless
I had a lot to prove and now
I don't get up to throat


Choke on your own shit
You weaker than your own clique
So step to it
I could break you down like a therapist do it
You insecure, stupid
So say what you want or write
Your problems in a bottle
Throw em in the ocean like
A corny Danielle Steel novel
Cause ain't nobody see you
I'm above sea level
I am an island that y'all cling to
Rap, could have left that shit
Alone but that's too easy
I see the way you eying me
Taking me for a cheesy type
Chicken don't confuse me with your woman
Who play with many balls
Like a baseball mitten
Unforgiven that's a lesson you could
Learn the hard way
Like being sent to prison wrongly
Convicted of child rape
I hurt you, woman or man it's not personal
Learn the girl that birthed you
Find her and reverse you, bye bye

"It's funny how" - Lauryn Hill
"Rappers talk about how much they
Flip" - Da Bush Babees
"I really don't care" - Fat Joe
"It's whatever type shit" - Black Moon

Rap messiah rapid fire at you tired-ass liars
Mastermind crack writer that
Inspires that biter
Don't want to sound like me
The underground OG
That'll go in the booth drunk
From guzzling down OE
And paint the soberest picture for
The world to see
Only thing on earth that's nicer
Than my girl is me
I know that I'm cocky dude but
How could I not be rude?
I can't begin to try to count
All the artists I probably chewed
And the broads y'all stress man
I done had mommy nude
And I was butt-ass myself so
We mashed like goppy goo
And the rest is a given
Nah fuck that I'm a tell you
Man her neck was in rhythm then
We sexed in the kitchen
Trying to tell you that's what you get
When you're fresh with your spittin'
So in New York or not I'm
Still next to a pigeon
Hip hop fans better form a rescue division
(why?) cause anybody gets down on my
Journey to the ground

"It's funny how" - Lauryn Hill
"Rappers talk about how much they
Flip" - Da Bush Babees
"I really don't care" - Fat Joe
"It's whatever type shit" - Black Moon

Your bitch ain't as nice as me
Cause I ain't a bitch
I'm that grown woman that
Bitches aspire to be
Their cats try to see on the low
They tell their chicks they're going
To check a show
But, it's me that they're checking for
Then they tell me that they
Don't want their wife
They want a life with a rapper chick
Grass is green and shit
That's why I'm celibate
Fought for the hell of it
I get bored I dip out
Your boyfriend text me when he
Get bored of you, you flip out
And act like you know but you
Ain't got shit on me
I roll with one army that's me
You can't harm me
Or what I live for: God, music, and family
All three out of reach bitch, please
Understand me
I'm Untouchable so don't be Sean Connery
My pops was a gangster
Mother is God's property (true story)
That makes me something sort of
Special like an odyssey
What you think you got you don't got on me