Joell Ortiz, Novel - Fighters (Freestyle) lyrics
[Joell Ortiz, Novel - Fighters Freestyle lyrics]
The fighters are all around
And the lovers are underground
No one will save you, anymore
So what's happening? What you rappin' about?
Is it boys? Is it cars?
Is it girls? Is it money? Save the world
The world
Katrina tragedy, Jena 6
? trapped and rappers rich
Yeah we came from rags to this
So when we ever gon' get past this shit
Ain't tryin' to judge I'm the same as you
I feel pain and anguish too
I spit broken language too
Look at all the bullshit I've been through
Gotta watch my back nowadays
Gotta look out for my own
Everywhere I go I roam
I know the government be tappin' my phones
Let's go against the man, let's stand out
Put a fist in the air, throw a hand out
Open your eyes son and revolutionize
Everybody choose sides
Let's see what pans out
The fighters are all around
And the lovers are underground
No one will save you, anymore
So what's happening? What you rappin' about?
Is it boys? Is it cars?
Is it girls? Is it money? Save the world
The world
Who the best in the booth son
Got the Internet goin' crazy every time he
Give a website a new one
Who never mention that he shoot guns
Still gets the ooh
Uzi and ahhs when everybody
Call him "New Pun" brooklyn, yeah I rep that
Champion hoodie with the Mets hat low
In case I'm in the hood and have a set back
And one of my man's got to
Step back and let that go
I'm gonna get that doe
I don't wanna be po' no mo'
That sucks when your pockets feel like they
Got hit by a Mack truck
So when they pull the track up
I don't just act up
I wild till the studio calls for back up
Opportunities something I never pass up
Yeah I'll do that, give me that, yup that too
That game's sick
You the man or you ain't shit
So I flame shit till my
Name stick like a tattoo
Achoo, I sneeze on the
Game till everybody's sick
Let everybody spit
Okay everybody done, I'mma have a little fun
3, 2, 1 everybody shit on they self
You ain't never heard a flow like mine
Seen a show like mine see hoes like mine
Let me know I'm fine
Yours are whores of course
Because your boring lines
Don't work with women
They work with little sluts
See a few bucks won't give a nigga a nut
Mine's got jobs and credit
They know the game
Put something in they name and
I get a little butt
And maybe I'm wrong but the ladies I bone
Are rewards for not rhymin'
My Mercedes on chrome
Or how your brain be all gone
When the mag is out
Man I can't stand what y'all rappin' 'bout
The fighters are all around
And the lovers are underground
No one will save you, anymore
So what's happening? What you rappin' about?
Is it boys? Is it cars?
Is it girls? Is it money? Save the world
The world the fighters are all around
And the lovers are underground
No one will save you, anymore
So what's happening? What you rappin' about?
Is it boys? Is it cars?
Is it girls? Is it money? Save the world
The world
And the lovers are underground
No one will save you, anymore
So what's happening? What you rappin' about?
Is it boys? Is it cars?
Is it girls? Is it money? Save the world
The world
Katrina tragedy, Jena 6
? trapped and rappers rich
Yeah we came from rags to this
So when we ever gon' get past this shit
Ain't tryin' to judge I'm the same as you
I feel pain and anguish too
I spit broken language too
Look at all the bullshit I've been through
Gotta watch my back nowadays
Gotta look out for my own
Everywhere I go I roam
I know the government be tappin' my phones
Let's go against the man, let's stand out
Put a fist in the air, throw a hand out
Open your eyes son and revolutionize
Everybody choose sides
Let's see what pans out
The fighters are all around
And the lovers are underground
No one will save you, anymore
So what's happening? What you rappin' about?
Is it boys? Is it cars?
Is it girls? Is it money? Save the world
The world
Who the best in the booth son
Got the Internet goin' crazy every time he
Give a website a new one
Who never mention that he shoot guns
Still gets the ooh
Uzi and ahhs when everybody
Call him "New Pun" brooklyn, yeah I rep that
Champion hoodie with the Mets hat low
In case I'm in the hood and have a set back
And one of my man's got to
Step back and let that go
I'm gonna get that doe
I don't wanna be po' no mo'
That sucks when your pockets feel like they
Got hit by a Mack truck
So when they pull the track up
I don't just act up
I wild till the studio calls for back up
Opportunities something I never pass up
Yeah I'll do that, give me that, yup that too
That game's sick
You the man or you ain't shit
So I flame shit till my
Name stick like a tattoo
Achoo, I sneeze on the
Game till everybody's sick
Let everybody spit
Okay everybody done, I'mma have a little fun
3, 2, 1 everybody shit on they self
You ain't never heard a flow like mine
Seen a show like mine see hoes like mine
Let me know I'm fine
Yours are whores of course
Because your boring lines
Don't work with women
They work with little sluts
See a few bucks won't give a nigga a nut
Mine's got jobs and credit
They know the game
Put something in they name and
I get a little butt
And maybe I'm wrong but the ladies I bone
Are rewards for not rhymin'
My Mercedes on chrome
Or how your brain be all gone
When the mag is out
Man I can't stand what y'all rappin' 'bout
The fighters are all around
And the lovers are underground
No one will save you, anymore
So what's happening? What you rappin' about?
Is it boys? Is it cars?
Is it girls? Is it money? Save the world
The world the fighters are all around
And the lovers are underground
No one will save you, anymore
So what's happening? What you rappin' about?
Is it boys? Is it cars?
Is it girls? Is it money? Save the world
The world