Joell Ortiz - Battle Cry lyrics
[Joell Ortiz - Battle Cry lyrics]
How many times I gotta tell
Y'all I'm second to none?
No magazine's top ten cause I'm negative one
So I don't pay attention to them dumb folk
Cause, I'mma always be in first
Like the clutch broke
I'm from where the cut-throats cut coke
Cause school ain't cut it
They cut out to puff smoke
And guess what? That's who I hang with
So when you speak Industry
I don't know the language
But play a beat and I'll show
You why I'm head honcho
Y'all gettin' away with murder
Like the white Bronco
Bunch of trash in between hooks
Bars too cute to be gettin'
All these mean looks
Put the hottest rappers all
On one stage together
See who'll hold they arm up like Che Guevera
I rhyme hotter and I say it better
I'mma win the Cold War: I'mma
Product of the Reagan Era
Dave Dinkins of the page inkin''
My 16s free y'all, I'm Hip-Hop's Abe Lincoln
Fam I don't know what they thinkin'
These niggas got me fucked up like
I spent all day drinkin'
I'm a boss, not a loss yet
You're little lemons in a race
With a souped-up Corvette
I'm so hot I could stand still and pour sweat
In the North Pole
Fully naked with my balls wet
I'm a monster - these other niggas small pets
Claim they sick
But they get cured by your dog's vet
I'm thorough from my Yank' to my Gore Tex
You're bluffin'
I play poker - I'm callin' all bets
Local boy, when's the last time you all left?
I don't even know where the fuck
I'm goin' on tour next
Last month Canada, before that? Europe
I had waffles out in Belguim
You ain't had syrup
Every time I write, it's another flight
Another whore with my kids on her underbite
Another "YAOWA!" I chant when I touch the mic
Another magazine spread
Yeah you fuckin' right
I'm on my grind like a pair of in-line skates
Get on tracks and go bananas like a primate
Baboon, gorilla, chimpanzee, a wild ape
King Kong when he escape
I'm 'bout to skyscrape
But the sky ain't the limit
I could teleport through my mind any minute
Take you to a place where
The lions go "ribbit"
All the frogs "roar" and the fire is frigid
I'm outta this world, don't belong here
What good is heiring the throne if I
Taught you from a small chair?
Family, you niggas got it twisted
Flow out of the box
Yours chicken and a biscuit
Give me Chicken Pox when I listen
I be itchin' to cripple your career like
A ligament is missin' dawg I'm on a mission
Like an intimate position
When I swing it's knockouts I
Ain't gettin' a decision from here on
It's locked: y'all a prisoner to spittin'
Can't escape my bars: no visitors permitted
Welcome to Hell where Joell holds a pitchfork
And you burn in eternal flames
For your bitch talk
Dick in my hand: I'm pissed off
But, I ain't bucklin'
Everyday I'm hustlin': Rick Ross
One day the whole globe will
Know that I'm Clark Kent
Underneath the shades on a project park bench
Superman when I grip the mic
The only way I'm slowin' down is if
I blow a pound of Kryptonite
From now on I'm a bully, I'mma pick the fight
Let them pick you up off the
Ground when I chip ya bite
You'll become a little memory: gigabyte
Me and these beats got married, I'm Mr right
Little man, you spit it aight i'm on fire
You got a little buzz: Miller Lite
Man there's so many words
Runnin' 'round my brain
If I don't put them on a
Track I would go insane
Maybe that's why everything I say is crazy
And everyday I wake up, with a naked lady
With a VIP band on my right wrist
Pants on the floor
JD with a slight sip left in the bottle
'Telly key on the nightstand
I go to the bathroom to pee, and then I scram
I live the life of a rock star
They ain't wanna let me through
So I became a cop car
Put the sirens on every time I touch a pen
Everybody move like dope: that's
A fuckin' '10' my peers know I'm gonna win
This music's like my first crush
For years I wanted in
I'm here oh boy will you taste the wrath
I'mma make it ugly like
What's underneath Jason's mask
I listen to a lot of mixtapes and laugh
All y'all niggas do is
Whine like Jamaican ass
Every night I celebrate
We take a glass of champagne to the brain
Sometimes we take a bath
Victory feels far better
Than defeat you niggas weak: Solar's Letter
I'm harder than the Fonz' leather
My worst rhyme's 30 times rougher
Than your hottest bars ever
I could front like a car fender
Cause everything I'm on
DJs pull up like the bartenders
New York I'm the answer to your prayers
Head nod music, leave the dancin' over there
Project shit, ain't no mansion over here
Just murder on the strings
Charles Manson on the snare
I'm hungry the game's like a food court
I just gave y'all a loose hundred: Newports
Chea joell Ortiz
Who feel they who feel they better?
Y'all I'm second to none?
No magazine's top ten cause I'm negative one
So I don't pay attention to them dumb folk
Cause, I'mma always be in first
Like the clutch broke
I'm from where the cut-throats cut coke
Cause school ain't cut it
They cut out to puff smoke
And guess what? That's who I hang with
So when you speak Industry
I don't know the language
But play a beat and I'll show
You why I'm head honcho
Y'all gettin' away with murder
Like the white Bronco
Bunch of trash in between hooks
Bars too cute to be gettin'
All these mean looks
Put the hottest rappers all
On one stage together
See who'll hold they arm up like Che Guevera
I rhyme hotter and I say it better
I'mma win the Cold War: I'mma
Product of the Reagan Era
Dave Dinkins of the page inkin''
My 16s free y'all, I'm Hip-Hop's Abe Lincoln
Fam I don't know what they thinkin'
These niggas got me fucked up like
I spent all day drinkin'
I'm a boss, not a loss yet
You're little lemons in a race
With a souped-up Corvette
I'm so hot I could stand still and pour sweat
In the North Pole
Fully naked with my balls wet
I'm a monster - these other niggas small pets
Claim they sick
But they get cured by your dog's vet
I'm thorough from my Yank' to my Gore Tex
You're bluffin'
I play poker - I'm callin' all bets
Local boy, when's the last time you all left?
I don't even know where the fuck
I'm goin' on tour next
Last month Canada, before that? Europe
I had waffles out in Belguim
You ain't had syrup
Every time I write, it's another flight
Another whore with my kids on her underbite
Another "YAOWA!" I chant when I touch the mic
Another magazine spread
Yeah you fuckin' right
I'm on my grind like a pair of in-line skates
Get on tracks and go bananas like a primate
Baboon, gorilla, chimpanzee, a wild ape
King Kong when he escape
I'm 'bout to skyscrape
But the sky ain't the limit
I could teleport through my mind any minute
Take you to a place where
The lions go "ribbit"
All the frogs "roar" and the fire is frigid
I'm outta this world, don't belong here
What good is heiring the throne if I
Taught you from a small chair?
Family, you niggas got it twisted
Flow out of the box
Yours chicken and a biscuit
Give me Chicken Pox when I listen
I be itchin' to cripple your career like
A ligament is missin' dawg I'm on a mission
Like an intimate position
When I swing it's knockouts I
Ain't gettin' a decision from here on
It's locked: y'all a prisoner to spittin'
Can't escape my bars: no visitors permitted
Welcome to Hell where Joell holds a pitchfork
And you burn in eternal flames
For your bitch talk
Dick in my hand: I'm pissed off
But, I ain't bucklin'
Everyday I'm hustlin': Rick Ross
One day the whole globe will
Know that I'm Clark Kent
Underneath the shades on a project park bench
Superman when I grip the mic
The only way I'm slowin' down is if
I blow a pound of Kryptonite
From now on I'm a bully, I'mma pick the fight
Let them pick you up off the
Ground when I chip ya bite
You'll become a little memory: gigabyte
Me and these beats got married, I'm Mr right
Little man, you spit it aight i'm on fire
You got a little buzz: Miller Lite
Man there's so many words
Runnin' 'round my brain
If I don't put them on a
Track I would go insane
Maybe that's why everything I say is crazy
And everyday I wake up, with a naked lady
With a VIP band on my right wrist
Pants on the floor
JD with a slight sip left in the bottle
'Telly key on the nightstand
I go to the bathroom to pee, and then I scram
I live the life of a rock star
They ain't wanna let me through
So I became a cop car
Put the sirens on every time I touch a pen
Everybody move like dope: that's
A fuckin' '10' my peers know I'm gonna win
This music's like my first crush
For years I wanted in
I'm here oh boy will you taste the wrath
I'mma make it ugly like
What's underneath Jason's mask
I listen to a lot of mixtapes and laugh
All y'all niggas do is
Whine like Jamaican ass
Every night I celebrate
We take a glass of champagne to the brain
Sometimes we take a bath
Victory feels far better
Than defeat you niggas weak: Solar's Letter
I'm harder than the Fonz' leather
My worst rhyme's 30 times rougher
Than your hottest bars ever
I could front like a car fender
Cause everything I'm on
DJs pull up like the bartenders
New York I'm the answer to your prayers
Head nod music, leave the dancin' over there
Project shit, ain't no mansion over here
Just murder on the strings
Charles Manson on the snare
I'm hungry the game's like a food court
I just gave y'all a loose hundred: Newports
Chea joell Ortiz
Who feel they who feel they better?