Joell Ortiz - 125 Part 5 (Man I’m...) lyrics

Man I'm sick
I'm on my death bed when I blink
Sicker than being bit on your
Wrist by a venomous snake
Sicker than guzzling down milk
Without checkin' the date
Sicker than being locked in a
Cage with a treacherous ape
Sicker than watchin' moms get high
When you 7 or 8
Sicker than watchin' tempers flare when
You tellin' 'em "Wait!"
The gun "blam" one of your
Mans by that yellowish tape
Sicker than huggin' his moms
Knowin' you know who sped up his fate
Sicker than a black woman's ass
With a Mexican waist
Philippine eyes, Indian hair
Ms America's face
Sicker than a heart condition
With an irregular rate
Sicker than the 60's comin' up
Black in a prejudice state
And still preaching non violence
Around that negative hate "I have a dream"
Sicker than a lawyer saying
"That first offer, you better just take
Your story lookin' so good
But the evidence ain't"
Sicker than lookin' at time longer
Than a measuring tape
Who's a beast? I'm a beast
I was born in the belly
I'm a beast and every beat
I get on is unfriendly
I'm a beast in the sheets
I get it on in the telly
I'm a beast up in jail
On the horn like a celly
I'm a beast in the street
Y'all don't hear the name buzzin'?
I'm a beast in the booth
Every session I flame somethin'
I'm a beast in the club
A few bottles it ain't nothin'
I'm a beast every show and
It's never the same cousin
I'm a beast in the restaurant
Every order is tough
I'm a beast when the waitress takin'
Too long with my stuff
I'm a beast in the hood
I ring like Mike & Ike
I'm a beast in the whip
I whip like Michael Knight
I'm a beast with the mix
I'm swift like Iron Mike
The old one, not the new one
The new one just like to bite
I'm a beast on the block
I'm there the entire night
I'm a beast and only beasts
Run into that fire white
Who's a problem? I'm a problem
Y'all ain't solvin' shit
I'm a problem like when the
Trey pound revolver spit
I'm a problem like a child
Mother and fatherless
Running away from group homes
Not getting far for shit
I'm a problem like artists
Ain't properly marketed
And the first week got 'em saying "But
I worked hard for this"
I'm a problem like approaching this
Music shit half ass
I'm a problem like a calculus
Question in math class
I'm a problem like being drunk trying
To run from the D's
All out of breath so you decide
To hide up under a V
I'm a problem like that dreaded
Phone call from baby mama
That always starts smooth but ends
In that crazy drama
I'm a problem like that rent
Money due that next day
And garnishment and them niggas
Violated your net pay
I'm a problem like NY in the Deakin's era
I'm a problem, more of a
Problem then you think, forever
Who's the truth? I'm the truth
I ain't tellin' no lie i'm the truth
I've been the truth since the 6th of July
19- hold up a second now
Don't tell 'em the year
Man, I'm the truth, 25
Tryin' to get the hell outta here
I'm the truth like JD really owes me ten
Truth be told, I don't want the drama
I just want my ends i'm the truth like
Yes I still live in my mom's crib
But, I'm the truth
Next year we'll all fit in my mom's crib
I'm the truth like Man Hunt
Freeze Tag and Skelly
Poison, hot peas and butter with no jelly
I'm the truth like
I could go up north for twenty at 18
But in the streets I can't purchase a Henny
I'm the truth like staring down
The barrel of a DE
In the hands of a fiend that's
Shaking and he need D
I'm the truth like the first
Joint by the boy BC
I'm the truth and the truth
Shall set you free who's hot? I'm hot
Y'all don't feel the heat?
I'm hotter than that black tar
When they fixin' the street
Hotter than a rap star
With the fittest physique
Hotter than hustlers gettin' knocked back on
The strip in a week
I'm hotter than them top models
Who stroll the runway
I'm hotter than your grandmom's
Kitchen on Sunday
I'm hotter than the area where a rhino slept
I'm hotter than every
Neighborhood's wino's breath
I'm hotter than the tires in a
High speed chase on a highway
I'm hotter than the first Friday
I'm hotter than the cable box
You watched it on in the hood
You let the cable men knock till they gone
I'm hotter than the inside of
Some real good ass
I'm hotter than a fiend's stem
On a real good blast
I'm hotter than the first
Scoop of Chinese rice
I'm hotter than a lot of men
You think might be nice
Who's nice? I'm nice
Y'all ain't as nice as me
Nicer than moms when your report
Card was covered with E's
I'm nicer than the way you feel
When you fuckin' with E
Nicer than shawty look in the club
When it's something to 3: 00
Nicer than the feedback I get
When they hear Joe flow
Nicer than the interior on
Them new Vogue Vogues
Nicer than what you say to
A dog you don't know
Nicer than O dawg was when
He guzzled them Old Golds
Nicer than dirty wrestlers who snuck
In a choke hold
Nicer than a reflection off a new Rolls gold
I'm nicer than new foster
Parents that first month
Nicer than that high you got after
You finished your first blunt
I'm nicer than your pockets on pay day
I'm nicer than your first crush when he
Or she was crushin' they hay day
I'm nicer than the foot work
Of the late great Pele
Nicer than you feel in a war
When the enemy is scream "Mayday!"
Who's fire? I'm fire
See the fire in my eyes?
I'm more fire than what's under
A drug lords pie
In a remote location where they
Mix down the fuego
More fire than a few years back down in Waco
More fire than you coppin' Tim's
Pair of fatigues
Rough hoodie over the fitted and
You drop the brim
More fire than this joint that
I rock with Gin
More fire than what it took to drop the Twins
More fire than a dope spot
Constantly in and out
More fire than what an active
Volcano be spittin' out
More fire than sleep
Droppin' a cigarette in the couch
I'm more fire than what come out
The front of Godzilla mouth
More fire than a drag racer
Car when it drives off
More fire than what be in the sky on July 4th
More fire than a service would have
A on a red star more fire than a pass from
The arm of Brett Farve who's hard? I'm hard
Y'all ain't as hard as me
I'm harder than what it was
Comin' up in poverty
Harder than playin' numbers once
And hittin' lottery
Harder than pullin' off a
Dead President's robbery
Harder than it is to pick up
A mic and just rhyme in front of thousands
Harder than guarding Mike in his prime
I'm harder than my fist gets
When you make me mad
Harder thanlisten Sanaa Lathan's bad
I'm harder than the concrete under my kicks
It's harder than the time you'll have tryin'
To scoop one of my chicks
I'm harder than rappin'
Havin' to listen to this
I'm harder than anybody but me
Tryin' to finish a Brick joell Ortiz