Joell Ortiz - THE TRUTH HOT 97 FREESTYLE lyrics
[Joell Ortiz - THE TRUTH HOT 97 FREESTYLE lyrics]
I don't wanna have to flex on you ducks
Air on Hot 9, get on Flex and go nuts
But, I will cause I'm ill
And New York know it i'm so big the universe
Make me claustrophobic
I been doing this since automotive
At the lunch table spazzing like a bad back
I had mad rats in the
Staircase with they heads
Going up and down like NASDAQ
Imagine what they heads doing now
They grab my meat and take charge
Like they drew a foul
A couple broads listening like you is foul
My down chicks listening wishing they
Could do it now don't hate me
Ok, hate me if I was you and you was me
I'd be wishing I ain't me
But, I am who am, can you blame me?
Plus chill cause you don't wanna see me angry
I'm unafraid to say real stuff publicly
That's why this fake ass industry
Don't 'uck with me
I don't mess with them either
I ain't around them folk
I don't mess with them artists
They shoving down your throat
I don't mess with they parties
A bunch of fickle clowns
I'm at the bar with my army in a lil lounge
Day lunches, handshakes and fake smiles
I'm with Mickey eating pancakes on 8 mile
They with dinners busting the steak down
Tearing up peritoes with PO in the H-town
Or in the booth like this
Making your face frown
They from Central Park
I'm from the project playground so yeah
Know it's hood when my name is mentioned
They ain't gotta pay homage long
As they pay attention they think I'm human
The fans think I'm 'ucking god
I want the belt
They keep putting me on the undercard
This industry'll ride your meat if you cool
What good is being cool if I
Make you look like a fool
When they grabbed the instrumental and
Drag it in Pro Tools
They paint you to be the future
I'll draw you as old news
Baby boy, you ain't paid no due
They gave you a fake buzz, O'Doul's
Flex, they got me tight
Buncha industry puppets
Probably don't even write
Mr say This They'll Love It
I'm dangerous like luggage at
The airport unattended
Like one of them days I skipped from public
School, I'm a jewel, you can hate it
I love it i do this mic damage
Like the Haitian Republic
They don't want the drama they tell
Me "Let's just be friends"
But nah I want the drama
Although I'm no thespian
Stopped knocking cause I no longer want
Them to let me in
I ain't gotta meet the wizard
To get outta Auntie M's
I got courage, got heart, got brains, do do
And my dogs with me and
None of them's named Toto
Me not that dude? How that sound y'all?
Y'all ain't gotta let me through
I go around y'all
Anyone who feel this and feel they rap heat
I'm riding 'round with the
Gloves in my backseat
And I'm fiending to prove a point
Since you ain't got the real belt
We can square up to your Gucci joint
And after I win it, I'll give it back
But see I hope you got a shape-up
I gotta take your fitted hat
It got that NY on it and I run that
PR ride with me since we can't bring Pun back
I'm king of the borough
Where original guns clap
Where that big dude from the 'Stuy
Stole sold his jums at
'Nother 'Stuy dude make you cough
Up your lungs at
Now a Cooper boy flow dumb, no dunce cap
Yeah, so ease up you pockey shmucks
Your career's on thin ice
You lil hockey pucks
And y'all ain't got to like me
But you will respect me
I'll make your buzz fizzle out
Like I'm spilling Pepsi
And I can talk this way cause
I'm bout it bout it
I'll put your flow in a puddle
With a crowd around it
Lil man, I promise I'll body ya
Beating me's a fantasy chronicles of Narnia
Son son, I'm starving you look lasagna
Garlic bread and butter
Gravy smothering tilapia
I'm tryin' tell don't sleep, insomnia
Yeah, my son's got me
Flowing parenthood Zaria
Play Foreman Imma Ali ya
Don't bring your girl round
Me cause I'll prolly'a
Have her whole mental'ia on my genitalia
I'm fly like what lands on
The kids in Somalia
Ha, it ain't a drop of hate in me
So Imma let you eat just
After my plate's empty
Ok, I'm lying I'll prolly go
For seconds and thirds
And desert and leave the crumbs for
The rest of you herbs
I'm the best bottom line
You feel you Superman and I'll cross out
Your S like a dollar sign
It's cool to say they name
But don't holla mine
You gone need support dog, Rottweiler spine
Pull up any beat doggy and say goodnight
All you do is just chill like iced coffee
Either I'm extra hard or yall write softly
I must be hard cause it hard
To get your wife off me
Every line I go for the gusto
Tear the roof off, you hear that nutso?!
Brooklyn I'm the king of the gutta flow
Air you out sonny you won't make it to
Your favorite rappers all gimmick, no lyric
You feeling froggy well ribbit, let's get it
Homie I'll turn street in a New York minute
Red dot that'll make Rudolph timid
But, I don't glorify none of the weapons, kid
So back to the bars like your second bid
I'm rough like the couch
In James Evans's crib
Straight truth, you grapefruit's is a megafib
I smell your lines from a mile away
You dudes suck
Fiends nose near a pile of yay
Ya'll wet behind the ears, I been grown
On this mic it goes down, syndrome
Air on Hot 9, get on Flex and go nuts
But, I will cause I'm ill
And New York know it i'm so big the universe
Make me claustrophobic
I been doing this since automotive
At the lunch table spazzing like a bad back
I had mad rats in the
Staircase with they heads
Going up and down like NASDAQ
Imagine what they heads doing now
They grab my meat and take charge
Like they drew a foul
A couple broads listening like you is foul
My down chicks listening wishing they
Could do it now don't hate me
Ok, hate me if I was you and you was me
I'd be wishing I ain't me
But, I am who am, can you blame me?
Plus chill cause you don't wanna see me angry
I'm unafraid to say real stuff publicly
That's why this fake ass industry
Don't 'uck with me
I don't mess with them either
I ain't around them folk
I don't mess with them artists
They shoving down your throat
I don't mess with they parties
A bunch of fickle clowns
I'm at the bar with my army in a lil lounge
Day lunches, handshakes and fake smiles
I'm with Mickey eating pancakes on 8 mile
They with dinners busting the steak down
Tearing up peritoes with PO in the H-town
Or in the booth like this
Making your face frown
They from Central Park
I'm from the project playground so yeah
Know it's hood when my name is mentioned
They ain't gotta pay homage long
As they pay attention they think I'm human
The fans think I'm 'ucking god
I want the belt
They keep putting me on the undercard
This industry'll ride your meat if you cool
What good is being cool if I
Make you look like a fool
When they grabbed the instrumental and
Drag it in Pro Tools
They paint you to be the future
I'll draw you as old news
Baby boy, you ain't paid no due
They gave you a fake buzz, O'Doul's
Flex, they got me tight
Buncha industry puppets
Probably don't even write
Mr say This They'll Love It
I'm dangerous like luggage at
The airport unattended
Like one of them days I skipped from public
School, I'm a jewel, you can hate it
I love it i do this mic damage
Like the Haitian Republic
They don't want the drama they tell
Me "Let's just be friends"
But nah I want the drama
Although I'm no thespian
Stopped knocking cause I no longer want
Them to let me in
I ain't gotta meet the wizard
To get outta Auntie M's
I got courage, got heart, got brains, do do
And my dogs with me and
None of them's named Toto
Me not that dude? How that sound y'all?
Y'all ain't gotta let me through
I go around y'all
Anyone who feel this and feel they rap heat
I'm riding 'round with the
Gloves in my backseat
And I'm fiending to prove a point
Since you ain't got the real belt
We can square up to your Gucci joint
And after I win it, I'll give it back
But see I hope you got a shape-up
I gotta take your fitted hat
It got that NY on it and I run that
PR ride with me since we can't bring Pun back
I'm king of the borough
Where original guns clap
Where that big dude from the 'Stuy
Stole sold his jums at
'Nother 'Stuy dude make you cough
Up your lungs at
Now a Cooper boy flow dumb, no dunce cap
Yeah, so ease up you pockey shmucks
Your career's on thin ice
You lil hockey pucks
And y'all ain't got to like me
But you will respect me
I'll make your buzz fizzle out
Like I'm spilling Pepsi
And I can talk this way cause
I'm bout it bout it
I'll put your flow in a puddle
With a crowd around it
Lil man, I promise I'll body ya
Beating me's a fantasy chronicles of Narnia
Son son, I'm starving you look lasagna
Garlic bread and butter
Gravy smothering tilapia
I'm tryin' tell don't sleep, insomnia
Yeah, my son's got me
Flowing parenthood Zaria
Play Foreman Imma Ali ya
Don't bring your girl round
Me cause I'll prolly'a
Have her whole mental'ia on my genitalia
I'm fly like what lands on
The kids in Somalia
Ha, it ain't a drop of hate in me
So Imma let you eat just
After my plate's empty
Ok, I'm lying I'll prolly go
For seconds and thirds
And desert and leave the crumbs for
The rest of you herbs
I'm the best bottom line
You feel you Superman and I'll cross out
Your S like a dollar sign
It's cool to say they name
But don't holla mine
You gone need support dog, Rottweiler spine
Pull up any beat doggy and say goodnight
All you do is just chill like iced coffee
Either I'm extra hard or yall write softly
I must be hard cause it hard
To get your wife off me
Every line I go for the gusto
Tear the roof off, you hear that nutso?!
Brooklyn I'm the king of the gutta flow
Air you out sonny you won't make it to
Your favorite rappers all gimmick, no lyric
You feeling froggy well ribbit, let's get it
Homie I'll turn street in a New York minute
Red dot that'll make Rudolph timid
But, I don't glorify none of the weapons, kid
So back to the bars like your second bid
I'm rough like the couch
In James Evans's crib
Straight truth, you grapefruit's is a megafib
I smell your lines from a mile away
You dudes suck
Fiends nose near a pile of yay
Ya'll wet behind the ears, I been grown
On this mic it goes down, syndrome