Joell Ortiz - 125 Pt. 1 (The Bio) lyrics

Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the most feared up and
Coming emcee of them all

Joell Ortiz but of course you crazy?
That kid's been nothing but
Short of awesome lately
His mixtape received 4 stars in the UK
Turned SOB'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 LA headed back to where he from
Six hours so he copped a
Little something to read son
Source Mag page 66 was a regun
He got Unsigned Hype the
Recognition had begun
Very next Monday was XXL's Chairman Choice
Recently the PR parade got to hear his voice
Now he back in XXL this time show and prove
Cuz he writing hit records
And his shows improved
He's the dude you need to worry about
Three more mixtapes done he
Fina' put those out
Thats how he laugh at doubt
If I was you I would clear his path
Cuz everything about him say you wouldn't
Really wanna feel his wrath
He turned down three deals this last month
Labels playing tug a war with his name
He who they want
He signing over here "Nope"
He signing over here "Nope"
The both of ya'll wrong
He grinding over there
In a city near you trying
To strengthen his fan base
Layin down cuts like a band-aid
Know how many dudes this man paid
The list is endless
He carried big crates just to get in the club
And when he got in the club
He gave out his mixtapes
His work ethic is great
His drives like T-Mac's
You let him go or share a poster, RELAX
Ease back give him room to breathe
All those who hated will all soon believe
All those who made it will
All soon just leave
Once their fans get a whif of Mister Ortiz
He spit's it raw please
Don't confuse him with these other cats
He's a full workout they three jumping jacks
Front to back he's an obstacle to overcome
I mean you know nothing's impossible
But don't 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
Underdog all his life earned his stripes
Doing things he ain't like
Like igniting the fifth all night hugging the
Strip serving a pregnant bitch hard white
He happy that his mom's never
Sucked a glass pipe she use to sniff
Getting her off that shit was a fight
Why the fuck you think homeboy
Go hard when he writes
Trying to make his future bright cuz
His past got him tight
His cash might be light, pockets empty kid
But same time next year it's MTV Cribs
He put his life on it twice on it
To make sure he can't ask that
His crib must gon' have a nice price on it
Chandalier's 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 nose out through the mouth
Not worrying bout his competition radio clout
Look straight same pace let
Them nigga's be out
They true colors gonna show later on
When they breathing all heavy and
They legs is worn
Duke gone from having an ill
Buzz in the street
Yo yo, don't nobody give a fuck when he speak
I know, it could happen in a couple of weeks
Lifes a bitch ain't it?
But me I love every picture
That this kid painted
He the difference between artists and rappers
Artists draw hit's, rappers take flicks
Other rappers trace-it
Man these nigga's ain't shit
Everything's ba-sic
They should claim the same clique
That's why everything he give
Hip hop came sick
Like the syringe in the vein
Of an AIDS patient
Kane spit on this BK remix take that
The kid is co-signed by the
Dudes who made rap
Face facts G Rap told Mike he
Got a problem on his hands
Mike is Joell'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, Colonel, Sargent, Major, Private
And them youngin's on the
Front lines shooting
Gun high trooping through this
War with his music
And he ain't gonna stop till he
Drop get use to it
He speak English fluent his spanish pequeño
So doing reggaeton is a slight problemo
Plus he sound moreno they ain't know he was
Spanish till he transformed
Form quick and got his government established
But none of this matters
If you nice you nice
You could be Ethiopian rhyming for rice
You could be Hatian trying to
Rhyme for your rights
You could be South African
Writing rhymes for ice
You could be Cuban rhyming to cop you a nice
Little boat that'll make it to
The US coast over-night
It is what it is, in this biz you live
When you die
That's when your records sales sky high
He tryin to rep while he alive
His heart still beatin'
Brain still dumbin' his nerves still tweakin'
Stomach still growlin' cuz what he's eatin
Ain't enough
Bring the twelve gauge out it's duck season
Give him one reason your career is gone
Say his name on a song he'll
Put yours on a tombstone not a pizza either
I'm talkin everybody black down crying to
The words of a speakin preacher (Amen)
He's a deep believer
In what goes around comes around and
Whats coming around is dope
And what went around is his name
And the strength of his flow
His ill show his radio appearances and mo'
Some things is maybe's and
Some things for sure
Some niggas is crazy and some nigga's MO
Some nigga's is lazy and
Some nigga's just won't
Stop working 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 sitting next to the
Fireplace with the heater 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

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