Joell Ortiz - Sing Like Bilal lyrics

Uh! Uh! Y-Y, Y-Y-Y-YAOOOWWWWW!
J-J-Joell Ortiz, yeah (Sing-Sing like Bilal)
Oh! Aiyyo Flex I got the kite
I was tuned in Saturday night
Heh heh! You hear these guys?!
(Sing-Sing like Bilal)

You remove the big label that be backin' them
(Uh)
The moistened nine, ice the fake platinum
And bring it back to rap I will flatten them
I'm the best across the board
Like Tat and 'em new York
If you feelin' like me then you tired
Of listenin' to liars, wishin' it was fire
But none of them is hot not
The flicker of a lighter
I'm about to blow up in
They face Richard Pryor
Your industry buzz ain't valid
On the streets loser
We don't care about them mags
And them weak rumors
Your secret wack parties with free hookah
Ev'rybody walkin 'round tryin' to be cooler
Nah! See I be where they keep Rugers
You ain't got to be in
Beefs the police shoot ya
The ox will give ya a I'll buck fifty
New rappers is cool but we still bump Biggie
(Baby)
I walk and perfects with a I'll one with me
Fitted to the side on my Brooklyn shit
No VIP i ain't shook for shit
I'm at the bar like after push ups and dips
As for this mic they don't want nothin'
(Why?) 'Cause, I eat 'em for breakfast
Oatmeal corn muffins
Lil' insects y'all all buggin'
Flex I got you
Next time I'll call up and record somethin'

W When you hear W W When
You heard me rewind me
From the city where niggas known
For puttin' in work ("Xzibit")
I I I I make 'em nervous, I do it on purpose
("LL Cool J") w When you hear W W When
You heard me rewind me
From the city where niggas known
For puttin' in work ("Xzibit")
This here serious ("Erick Sermon")
Sing-Sing like Bilal! ("Lil' Fame")

Check, I see your mouth movin'
But you ain't sayin' nothin'
Ya boy's speakers all heat
Like my neighbor's oven
If I'm ANYWHERE near a mic
Then I'm claimin' somethin'
I can't resist "The Temptation", David Ruffin
Hah! Who feelin' froggy? Hop, kiddo!
I see to it Miss Piggy is a chopped widow
Before I saw gwap from Joell features
I had the corner on lock, Darrelle Revis
It's so I treat rap like coke, bet it
You want lines, gimme mines, homie no credit
Y'all was hyped about homes like, no sweat it
He turned out to be a "Bus", Jerome Bettis
I'm on my chiro shit now, "back" at it
Steady spittin that crack, I'm a crack addict
The belt sittin' on my wiast
Take a crack at it
My craft'll put you to sleep - hehe
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