Joell Ortiz - Masked Up lyrics

Yeah one, two
Turn my vocals up a little bit one, two
Yeah, that sounds right
Heatmakerz, Crack Music guess who?

Pen twister turned phone typer
My notes might offend you and
Ya entry level ghostwriters
Bars savvy like Coxsackie and Oneida
I'm on that goat type of
Time so the Ro’s brighter
But don't try to run up like a pro climber
This fo five a heat waves like a boat fire
Sit ya corpse near a whole choir
That's what you get for runnin’ round'
With no grip like old tires
Issa whole lotta bums in ya circle
Before rap I got money off
White without fucking with Virgil
At the table with the 50 cent ox
Chopping rocks back when the
First 50 Cent dropped
Before the tours, live cover bands and people
It was stamps, wild rubber bands and diesel
I was out there while the law passing
I mean that money just kept coming
Multiple orgasms
Speaking of orgasms, whore thrashing? Shit
I put bitches in flicks
That's real broad-casting
A list women that we all fathom
Story for another day
Bring that chorus back in

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If I'm on it that shit is official
Body whoever 'til it's nothing there to
See but my middle initial
I'll dismantle the squad that you hip to
Y'all look up to those who bow
Before me like a Fivio intro
Tryna go from selling wild
Cocaine to a artist, the hardest
I know all about those pains
This music is a foul, cold game
Labels ain’t give me a home
It’s crazy I had a household name
But see rejection made me rap harder
They overlooked it but a nigga kept
It pushing like a wack barber
Extra Brooklyn, yeah, the hat Dodgers
Oh, you a stick up kid? I got
The 40 too and I Jack Robbers
Word to the sag in my black joggers
The limp in my step
The Tec and that extra Mac cartridge
I was war ready but you already
Lost a lil' weight, but ya boy heavy

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