Joell Ortiz - 5 AM in Brooklyn lyrics

Y'all know me, I flex muscle on anything
Ain't a beat safe
Can't just go flaunting that heat
In Joell Ortiz' face
Been hoping that a frog would jump
It's so much leap space
But yeah, nobody took to the air
I got their feet placed
Firmly on the pavement
Nobody want it with greatness
I'm mean mugging these niggas and
Never getting a facelift
How is he your favorite? Them bars
He give up is basic
Guess niggas start sounding better when
YAOWA take a vacation
I've been running around the
World with the Slaughter, but boy I'm back
Get ya papi right back out on
That corner with all the crack
A couple kilos of raw


Just shot a couple of packs
And a couple of y'all'll flip if
A couple'll spit out this mack
Man, the whole block changed
This the hip hop game?
Sweet kool-aid running through
Niggas' popped veins
Must a Brooklyn enigga come
Through again? Pop chains
Smack niggas and make 'em dissapear
Like it's pop's name this my playground
Be scared when I swing through
Fear when I slide by
Y'all seesaw what the kid do
I was hot when I was a baby
On fire as a young toddler
Dry ice as a teen, todya I'm made out of lava
I swear to God when I say I'm the best, man
I really mean it not confident or conceited
Just standing here undefeated
Please don't be fooled by the
Quantity from these heathens
When your head is full of air you
Could do a lot of leaking
See my name next to it
Know a flame swept through it
And that's the song on the joint
Where the mixtape get stupid
Got throwaway bars that could go invade mars
And I hang with the kind of
Marshall that don't tow away cars
5 AM - that's the time I set my alarm
Wash up, throw on sweats
Go jogging along the pond
That's what I call a river
My condo is sitting on
Which house has the pretty stars
Y'all niggas just wish upon
You could kiss Joell, baby
Just don't kiss and tell
You ain't gotta tweet me
My digit's is in your cell
Please no Instagram, a picture can only tell
A thousand words
Have a million positions all to yourself
My personal life is private
My public life is a riot
Write on so many planes
My pen of choice is a pilot
Diffent currensy, different customs
My body is tired
But everything is working out, so yeah
I decided to dye it
Lost a couple of LB's, no more triple XL tees
And my pythons look like
Anacondas, you'll yell please
If I put you in that sleeper
Plot a Joell squeeze
Then tighten it to your knees
Give in and you spell Z's
You know I can really fight, right nigga?
Your man'll think I'm wrong if the right
Right'll hit ya your face gone look like a
Great white bite ripture
Two evenings in a row, yeah, night
Night nigga
I've been jumping hurdles since Excitebite
Nigga you probably was with your sister
Making light bright pictures
I came up in the projects
You niggas ain't that wild
Walking up the stairs I was
Crunching up crack vowels walking outside
I was ducking their clap louds
Sounded like a MOP kind of record
Click clack blow
See, stand-up niggas get easily sat down
And the cops get there three
Hours later for pat downs
I've been rhyming forever
Forever been seeming short
Infinity is like a blur
I'll never run out of thought
Broke as a motherfucker
I still held down the fort
Respect don't have a price tag
Some things can't be bought
I was schooled by the OG's
Right up under the action
Bottom of 40 tapping
Right there on Kingsland and Jackson
Dopeboy fashion, ropes, gold caps
Girbauds and Bo Jacksons
When starter hats was snapping
Funny, I'm just rhyming
Y'all listening like I'm snapping
Any rapper indirects
I'll be listening like ''what happened?''
I gotta make sure I ain't gotta go break jaws
Or have my goons in your
Hotelroom on the 8th floor
Before this Twitter shit y'all ain't
Even know I was funny
Cause in every rhyme I uttered I
Gave you the gutter from me
I got a sense of humor, see
I ain't have a choice
Your jokes had to be fly
When you came up bummy
Nope, no money, yup, so hungry
When food fell on the floor we
Picked it up in a hurry
Saying ''God made dirt'' and dirt don't hurt
Really, I stomach like throwing that
Out ain't gone work
Yeah, I started from the bottom now I'm here
Not the top, not the bottom, I'm somewhere
In the middle, not coach, not a layer
Ain't wake up in a new Bugatti, but I steer
Through these New York streets
I see clear in my rear
-view-mirror all the bad bitches stare
Guess I'm rolling smooth enough to things
I'm doing in this truck
Please, no jury duty, man, I swear (no joke)
Anyway, to all my fans, yo, I'm sorry
I gotta end this verse
But these niggas know they can't harm me
Don't ever try to keep me out the party
Invited or uninvited
I'll be in there with my army