Joell Ortiz - Primo Tribute lyrics
[Joell Ortiz - Primo Tribute lyrics]
Hey Premier, this thing right here's for you
For so many years
You gave niggas' ears the flu
With them sick-ass drums and them nasty loops
The one and only
Had 'em stepping in they khaki suit's
It's unbelievable
Emcees act like they don't know
So I'm gonna take 'em down memory
Lane - I got you, yo
Salute my nigga he's a downtown swinga
Gave us blood, sweat
And tears cause he seen the big picture
And me, I'm on the come up
So when I be on the mic shit is real
My friend - I go hard like that white
Bring it on, handle your business
None of y'all better come get me
I'm a rap phenomenon, Pele lover yank fit
Brain sit's in a New York state of mind
I'm so ghetto when this was dying
Who played the front line with hip hop?
A million and one questions bloom
Who the fuck is Joell Ortiz?
Then I looked up, then boom!
I'm mister fresh air, the savior
The golden child the new crack with the soul
Of the oldest vial what you think I got this
Movement in motion for? I'm hot
Like sand furthest from the ocean shore
You can search long and hard
- ain't no vocal flaws
Every one of my punchlines give
You a broken jaw
Well, I hold it more I'm supposed to score
And you're supposed to sit on the
Bench like your toes is sore
I'm a product of the stuff
That I was raised around
Rocked over this cause it's
My project's favorite sound
Boom! At night, they have fun with the lead
Same shots that woke me probably
Put someone to bed
I'mma come clean - it's sad
Probably something was said
Just to get a rep
And now another brother is dead
This shit is wack to me, another tragedy
Trying to be the star of
A gang like Waxmaster C
For so many years
You gave niggas' ears the flu
With them sick-ass drums and them nasty loops
The one and only
Had 'em stepping in they khaki suit's
It's unbelievable
Emcees act like they don't know
So I'm gonna take 'em down memory
Lane - I got you, yo
Salute my nigga he's a downtown swinga
Gave us blood, sweat
And tears cause he seen the big picture
And me, I'm on the come up
So when I be on the mic shit is real
My friend - I go hard like that white
Bring it on, handle your business
None of y'all better come get me
I'm a rap phenomenon, Pele lover yank fit
Brain sit's in a New York state of mind
I'm so ghetto when this was dying
Who played the front line with hip hop?
A million and one questions bloom
Who the fuck is Joell Ortiz?
Then I looked up, then boom!
I'm mister fresh air, the savior
The golden child the new crack with the soul
Of the oldest vial what you think I got this
Movement in motion for? I'm hot
Like sand furthest from the ocean shore
You can search long and hard
- ain't no vocal flaws
Every one of my punchlines give
You a broken jaw
Well, I hold it more I'm supposed to score
And you're supposed to sit on the
Bench like your toes is sore
I'm a product of the stuff
That I was raised around
Rocked over this cause it's
My project's favorite sound
Boom! At night, they have fun with the lead
Same shots that woke me probably
Put someone to bed
I'mma come clean - it's sad
Probably something was said
Just to get a rep
And now another brother is dead
This shit is wack to me, another tragedy
Trying to be the star of
A gang like Waxmaster C