Joell Ortiz, !llmind - Hallelujah lyrics

Yeah if y'all know the voice by now then
Fuck it though ayo!ll
Never mind!ll this shit'll speak for it'self

Glory, hallelujah, let me sock it to ya
Houston we have a problem
I'll send rockets through ya
Get out of pocket, the DE Ndamukong Suh ya
Word to Stuart Scott
There'll be a whole lot of booyah
I never paid attention to the grape vine
He say, she says y'all bullshit
It ain't mine i'm listening to bass lines
Tryna create rhymes
That'll have you stuck like weak signal
Facetime by the 8th line
Flow out of this world
I'm in a different space
Consistent chase for this paper
Just bought a bigger safe
Ain't got the guap to shop and
Cop that heavy wall art
But, I could buy one of
Everything in any Wal-Mart
I flex verbs and connect
Words till checks worth
Should see how many highs my neck
Blurs when my chest curves real estate
I stayed the realest and invest merch
Then bank on ill production and build
Some of my best work
Niggas think they got it locked
But I'm just sitting back
I don't David Sweat it
Their bars weaker than Richard Matt
I get e mails from the
Greatest rappers with shit attached
Ghost write crazy
I dance in all my spirit raps
That's why I'm caspering in the Aston
On my way to Aspen
Pull down my pants without asking
And an actress gagging
A fan said he can't wait 'till I blow up
But, I feel fully blown
I'm like magic when I show up
Liquor disappear, bitches stare, niggas swear
But my goons off the hook like
Fishing gear when 'em blickers flare
Handguns that split a deer
Choppers that lift a lid
And sound like MOP ad-libs for 30 minutes
Yeah i'm feeling like niggas don't
Rep my town right turn this shit loud
This what New York 'posed to sound like
Next time I'm doing radio and I'm around mics
I'm spitting 97 on a Power 105 night
Guess I'm not one of them niggas
Who sold a mil twice
But, I'm alright with being the
Last nigga that's still nice
No private flights to Coachella overseas
Just a couple Honey Yaowas
And yelling in SOB's
Tearing the fucking stage up
Long as they bring my name up
In convos bout who flame up
And everybody could say 'yup'
I'm waaay up, I feel blessed
Feel like I got a S on my chest under a vest
That could withstand the devil's best
I confess I'm nothing
Less Than a dorm room desk, I'm a mess
Come clean me up
And I put you where I put all the rest, yeah
Take a guess
I walk around with this shovel, possessed
I'm in the flesh
To the naked eye, you heard us bugging
I'm a third coming jesus, the creator or not
'Till I lay in the sky, say goodbye
I'm on my favorite high
(What's that?) Watching y'all niggas faces
When I say shit fly
I'm made to never be debated, why?
To remind y'all that I'm truth
In music's lamest times
Glory, hallelujah my people, feel like I'm
Speaking in tongues
My tongue should be hung in cathedrals
Yo, I'm having fun with this needle, I'm dope
Feel like the pope mixed with
One of The Beatles, i hope
Y'all recognize what y'all witnessing
I reckon y'all start listening
No cracking the whip
And stop telling me that real rap
Will be back in a bit
Cause this shit had never
Left, y'all just cross-dressing
Acting a bitch
Y'all weaker than a THOT's new flip flops
But, I'm just sharing thoughts here
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