Joell Ortiz - Captain lyrics
[Joell Ortiz - Captain lyrics]
Mic check, one, two
Aight cool, sound good to me
I hear the whispers
Like "What's goin' on? He been missin'
He used to run the show
It's been a long intermission
I remember the mission he was on
It was different he was sick
Now my nigga done gone in remission"
That's what y'all think? Y'all think
I lost my step? Was on the run
But had to stop and never caught my breath
I'm drenched, I'm on the bench with, like
Four more reps in other words
I got shit left to get off my chest
Comin' up you heard the hunger in me
Tough as can be
You couldn't sound cloudy, nigga
Nothin' was free
If I ain't get a record deal then I
Was stuck in the P's with D's
Tryna spot if I had a wonderful stream
Of income, my outcome is somethin' to see
I was in a Jeep, sunk in the seat
Beats bumpin'
Tryna out rap Nasir and keep up wit Jay-Z
Crumblin' sixteens, I was only sixteen
Fast-foward, niggas out here mumblin', B
Why be smart when niggas on
The charts dumber than me?
A bunch of bums with more money than me
So stayin' complex, yeah
That's an everyday struggle for me
I'm from when everybody wanted five mics
And Riggs Morales gave you "Unsigned
Hype" if you rhymed right
A Stretch Armstrong spin was a highlight
And all the mixtapes was two-for-five like
Treys of that fire white
I understand why some would retire mics
Pack up turntables, the tables turn
Wild right? Huh but me, I'm in it fully
It's like that one bitch I just
Can't stop fuckin', man
These beats do something to me
I post up on the throne
Don't end up on a highlight
Poster 'cause you grown
Who you 'posed to be? Malone?
I deliver like Post Offices, pre-Post Malones
You'd dick ride if you saw what
I don't post on my phone
Every lines a great line, baby
New York's own
It's like I play for Jim Boeheim
Boy stay in that zone
This my house, trespassin' I don't condone
Let me be
Don't be them two niggas from Home Alone
And get iron in your face tryna
Roam where you don't belong
Brooklyn, Staten, Queens, Manhattan
The Bronx I stomps through all of that
What happened?
New York, I'm so proud to be your Captain
Enjoy the rappin'
Aight cool, sound good to me
I hear the whispers
Like "What's goin' on? He been missin'
He used to run the show
It's been a long intermission
I remember the mission he was on
It was different he was sick
Now my nigga done gone in remission"
That's what y'all think? Y'all think
I lost my step? Was on the run
But had to stop and never caught my breath
I'm drenched, I'm on the bench with, like
Four more reps in other words
I got shit left to get off my chest
Comin' up you heard the hunger in me
Tough as can be
You couldn't sound cloudy, nigga
Nothin' was free
If I ain't get a record deal then I
Was stuck in the P's with D's
Tryna spot if I had a wonderful stream
Of income, my outcome is somethin' to see
I was in a Jeep, sunk in the seat
Beats bumpin'
Tryna out rap Nasir and keep up wit Jay-Z
Crumblin' sixteens, I was only sixteen
Fast-foward, niggas out here mumblin', B
Why be smart when niggas on
The charts dumber than me?
A bunch of bums with more money than me
So stayin' complex, yeah
That's an everyday struggle for me
I'm from when everybody wanted five mics
And Riggs Morales gave you "Unsigned
Hype" if you rhymed right
A Stretch Armstrong spin was a highlight
And all the mixtapes was two-for-five like
Treys of that fire white
I understand why some would retire mics
Pack up turntables, the tables turn
Wild right? Huh but me, I'm in it fully
It's like that one bitch I just
Can't stop fuckin', man
These beats do something to me
I post up on the throne
Don't end up on a highlight
Poster 'cause you grown
Who you 'posed to be? Malone?
I deliver like Post Offices, pre-Post Malones
You'd dick ride if you saw what
I don't post on my phone
Every lines a great line, baby
New York's own
It's like I play for Jim Boeheim
Boy stay in that zone
This my house, trespassin' I don't condone
Let me be
Don't be them two niggas from Home Alone
And get iron in your face tryna
Roam where you don't belong
Brooklyn, Staten, Queens, Manhattan
The Bronx I stomps through all of that
What happened?
New York, I'm so proud to be your Captain
Enjoy the rappin'