Joell Ortiz - FREESTYLE ON HOT 97 lyrics

[Joell Ortiz - FREESTYLE ON HOT 97 lyrics]

Y'all know me i flex muscle
On anything ain't a beat
Safe i do this rap thing flyer like a
Release date my pockets they on
Sweepstakes ya im out
Here making bands without walking
For cheese cake yawn boring being the best
Flow hotter then curry a warrior in the flesh
Ya got your warrior out of breath no lie
Detector test no Maury that was her neck
You see em around me that
Means he through get popd
For tryna stand on my
Block with out referrals
Rodents im proud to be from the
Burrows where ratting will have
Dangling from balconies like a squirrel
Hhahaha im finna drop fire like
Every week nickname me
Windex ya im on a nice little streak
Like a chick that i pipe


And she fall asleep whenever
Im in this bitch say good night to the beat
Come on you gotta give me some respect i came
A mighty long way from hobbling up them steps
I mean look at your boy
From the projects doing
The tim tebo after hoping off these jets
As far as the hood i still be there i got
Only one fear the day that im ever scared
Cause that feeling there gotta be
Weird i got to many killers haring me out
Like growing beards
When it comes to the bars im like a god
Slaughter you by my lonely no need
To call on the squad
This ain't hard and i make
It look easy now this
Shit too easy i just make it sound hard
Trend setter to the trend setters
Im comfortable in my
Skin slight wind light thin sweater hit the
Park in that outside gym weather ya i keep
It 100 thats 10 sets of 10 heifer huh
And these broads liking me slim
Better but i ain't working
Out so the clothes can fit
Better im training so
When i goes in this booth
My winds better and any
Body can read me clear on this open letter
They ain't fucking with your boy i give
Rappers this work who currently unemployed
Sleeping liek a sucker punch
From Floyd but ima
Keeping sleeping like the night
Topar uppercuted roy
So whoever wanna knuckle up
Enjoy looking like you
Just main lined a bundle of that boy
Heh never been to a Vanna but Atlanta
Had me throwing all my singles
At birds going bananas
And i ain't talking bout no
Dancers the junk in
That trunk got pumped with arm and hammer
And i never got booked
For mozzarella cause niggas
Know that ill turn Brooklyn in labella
This ain't a game little homie you show
Up to the race like a
Lame little ponny we gon stampede your
Frame til your main is bologna
I been had my spot built like
The suade in soconies im
A exxon guy man yall buggin
Long as these fans out
Here buying then im pumpin try
Me and it's nothing ill
War like a laid of sanitation
Worker firing and dumping
Product of my environment and loving it sweet
Smell of pollution in the air
Im disgusting yall gonna learn
Today but by now
Pete they should of been learnt but ey

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