Joell Ortiz - Fuckin' Problems (Freestyle) lyrics
[Joell Ortiz - Fuckin' Problems Freestyle lyrics]
I don't look left and right when I write
Full steam ahead on this ten speed bike
I pedal you through the ghetto
Where they peddle hard white
And metal will have your mom
In falsetto all night
Every cup is plastic, every dutch is mastered
Everyone's fucking blasted
Celebrating another night
No one got fucking blasted
Dice rollin' the cards shuffle
It's a sixty a bagel and
Seventy for a hard bundle (c'mon)
Them D boys got the grind hot
Cameras errywhere we serve fiends
In the blind spot
Prices went up so them baggies came down
Cutsies don't give a fuck long
As that high's still around
That's real rap nigga
A lot of y'all just real rat niggas
Just put words together
Never bought work to shred up
In your momma kitchen wishing it
Was the first forever
Literally hunger driven for this cheddar
Better watch it boys
I'm on a mission give me vomit noise
Hold your stomach throw up sick when
You hear that Yaowa voice (YAOWA)
I hope you haven't forgotten
I started this atom from the
Apple and it's rotten
My Adam's Apple and larynx get
It popping y'all mimicking me
Secretively under my umbrella Mary Poppins
My alter ego's a quarter of the slaughter
But all alone y'all fuck
Boys Sodom and Gomorrah
I don't want to call a truce this is an order
Every Hip-Hop supporter
Tell your favorite rapper get out the water
Little 'Octopussy' swimming 'round a orca
That's predatory torture
National Geographic make a offer
You dealing with a different kind of monster
Walk up in AMC and shoot a
Fucking feared one with a walker
They handing out awards but I
Ain't running out of swords
I'll cut your hand off for trying
To grab what's not yours
You want a war well it's war you got
And I ain't got it all
Man that's all you got?
My bath water was hot from a boiling pot
You lil lukewarm twats meet my balls and cock
No more nice guy, I'm fed up
I put some Shady bread up
Built a studio now I'm set up to never let up
If anything I say strike a nerve
We can go head up i let these Air Max give
Your asshole a check up
The nod that I give to these
Beats'll twist your neck up
Give you the Elvis lip
Make you want to lift a TEC up
Fire to everything around you dry
Soaking wet up
The mind of a poor child and '89 music
250 Broadway, 8am standing in line-music
The staple in your money grind movement
My hood people know what it do
When them 1's, 5's and 10's was red
Yellow and blue
It's okay to be scared this what veterans do
Y'all lying
Man your closet is a skeleton zoo
You don't fit my size youngin' this
One hell of a shoe
My dope scale was Wonder Woman
Yeah my heroin (e) flew
Pre rap, man my crack
Used to hop off the plate when I cut it
And my coke you couldn't feel your
Face it would numb it
And my E? Nah I never sold that
But, I popped a couple of 'em nigga fuck it
I don't care if they post that
Last line in them tabloids
And it's on MediaTakeOut makin' mad noise
I rubber band my arm and shoot rap 'roids
Rip your face off like Castroy
With this pad boy!
Man I don't care who on the way up
I blow right past them look back
And tell 'em "Stay up!"
I'm so BK'd up, I'mma help keep Jay up
Two years from now I'mma fill that Barclay up
You niggas make fast breaks
Feel like hard lay-ups
Make a walk in the park feel like a marathon
Wait up
This shit ain't fucking rocket science
You want your shit to take off you
Put the hardest Puerto rock behind it
I know the law but I'm not complying
Fuck Wall Street I hold heat on
On every street I'm occupying
You could feel so alone when
Your partner die and
Every night it's like they throw Patron
Man them shots is flying
So we duck, duck, goose
Sippin' on that grey hoop
Trying to cranberry juice they whole stoop
Last week we made an example
Out of some floop
Like a real good sample I'm
Never out of the loop
Cause, I don't call or check in
I rolls up, hops out
Post up and toast up with real niggas repping
Think shit a movie ain't no
Theaters in my section
Just Orville Redenbachers that'll pop
Off in seconds
I'm watching Hip-Hop and it's sad
Whole bunch of misguided niggas
Trying to fit in
And mirrors trying to wiggle into
Pants they don't fit in
How could you ever be a stand
Out when you just sit in?
And copy what everybody doing
It's probably not even you
Now y'all matching squares like a capicu
You really like your socks that color?
Y'all wearing space suit's off
Of Star Trek brother
Whatever! I'm here to rap
Maybe my hat a snap
But, I did that way back I ain't new to that
I could throw on 40 belows, army pants
A bubble goose and some big ass goggles and
Say "I bodied that!" but it was done before
If y'all bringing back
Back in the days what y'all fronting for?
Screaming yaowa loud, in ten years I still be
Hot dog, getting buzz while you rock in
Front of sour crowds
I swear I'm having fun I'm sparring
But that's not the scary part
The scary part is I ain't done evolving
Who want try and come and solve him?
Like soft dick and dry ass
Pussy I'm a fuckin' problem!
Full steam ahead on this ten speed bike
I pedal you through the ghetto
Where they peddle hard white
And metal will have your mom
In falsetto all night
Every cup is plastic, every dutch is mastered
Everyone's fucking blasted
Celebrating another night
No one got fucking blasted
Dice rollin' the cards shuffle
It's a sixty a bagel and
Seventy for a hard bundle (c'mon)
Them D boys got the grind hot
Cameras errywhere we serve fiends
In the blind spot
Prices went up so them baggies came down
Cutsies don't give a fuck long
As that high's still around
That's real rap nigga
A lot of y'all just real rat niggas
Just put words together
Never bought work to shred up
In your momma kitchen wishing it
Was the first forever
Literally hunger driven for this cheddar
Better watch it boys
I'm on a mission give me vomit noise
Hold your stomach throw up sick when
You hear that Yaowa voice (YAOWA)
I hope you haven't forgotten
I started this atom from the
Apple and it's rotten
My Adam's Apple and larynx get
It popping y'all mimicking me
Secretively under my umbrella Mary Poppins
My alter ego's a quarter of the slaughter
But all alone y'all fuck
Boys Sodom and Gomorrah
I don't want to call a truce this is an order
Every Hip-Hop supporter
Tell your favorite rapper get out the water
Little 'Octopussy' swimming 'round a orca
That's predatory torture
National Geographic make a offer
You dealing with a different kind of monster
Walk up in AMC and shoot a
Fucking feared one with a walker
They handing out awards but I
Ain't running out of swords
I'll cut your hand off for trying
To grab what's not yours
You want a war well it's war you got
And I ain't got it all
Man that's all you got?
My bath water was hot from a boiling pot
You lil lukewarm twats meet my balls and cock
No more nice guy, I'm fed up
I put some Shady bread up
Built a studio now I'm set up to never let up
If anything I say strike a nerve
We can go head up i let these Air Max give
Your asshole a check up
The nod that I give to these
Beats'll twist your neck up
Give you the Elvis lip
Make you want to lift a TEC up
Fire to everything around you dry
Soaking wet up
The mind of a poor child and '89 music
250 Broadway, 8am standing in line-music
The staple in your money grind movement
My hood people know what it do
When them 1's, 5's and 10's was red
Yellow and blue
It's okay to be scared this what veterans do
Y'all lying
Man your closet is a skeleton zoo
You don't fit my size youngin' this
One hell of a shoe
My dope scale was Wonder Woman
Yeah my heroin (e) flew
Pre rap, man my crack
Used to hop off the plate when I cut it
And my coke you couldn't feel your
Face it would numb it
And my E? Nah I never sold that
But, I popped a couple of 'em nigga fuck it
I don't care if they post that
Last line in them tabloids
And it's on MediaTakeOut makin' mad noise
I rubber band my arm and shoot rap 'roids
Rip your face off like Castroy
With this pad boy!
Man I don't care who on the way up
I blow right past them look back
And tell 'em "Stay up!"
I'm so BK'd up, I'mma help keep Jay up
Two years from now I'mma fill that Barclay up
You niggas make fast breaks
Feel like hard lay-ups
Make a walk in the park feel like a marathon
Wait up
This shit ain't fucking rocket science
You want your shit to take off you
Put the hardest Puerto rock behind it
I know the law but I'm not complying
Fuck Wall Street I hold heat on
On every street I'm occupying
You could feel so alone when
Your partner die and
Every night it's like they throw Patron
Man them shots is flying
So we duck, duck, goose
Sippin' on that grey hoop
Trying to cranberry juice they whole stoop
Last week we made an example
Out of some floop
Like a real good sample I'm
Never out of the loop
Cause, I don't call or check in
I rolls up, hops out
Post up and toast up with real niggas repping
Think shit a movie ain't no
Theaters in my section
Just Orville Redenbachers that'll pop
Off in seconds
I'm watching Hip-Hop and it's sad
Whole bunch of misguided niggas
Trying to fit in
And mirrors trying to wiggle into
Pants they don't fit in
How could you ever be a stand
Out when you just sit in?
And copy what everybody doing
It's probably not even you
Now y'all matching squares like a capicu
You really like your socks that color?
Y'all wearing space suit's off
Of Star Trek brother
Whatever! I'm here to rap
Maybe my hat a snap
But, I did that way back I ain't new to that
I could throw on 40 belows, army pants
A bubble goose and some big ass goggles and
Say "I bodied that!" but it was done before
If y'all bringing back
Back in the days what y'all fronting for?
Screaming yaowa loud, in ten years I still be
Hot dog, getting buzz while you rock in
Front of sour crowds
I swear I'm having fun I'm sparring
But that's not the scary part
The scary part is I ain't done evolving
Who want try and come and solve him?
Like soft dick and dry ass
Pussy I'm a fuckin' problem!