Joe Budden, Joell Ortiz - Warfare lyrics

Yaowa, yaowa it's J o (Joell Ortiz)
It's J o (Jump Off)

You now hearin'
Hip-hop at it's finest, I'm just
Criminal minded
The Ed Hardy with the fine fit (Oh)
Track just started, no need to rewind it

Me, I'm bringin' fresh air back
I'm rap's heimlich
Got 'em all sick is that vomit? Ew, you nasty
(Ha) man, I'll smack your skin if
You feel you passed it

It's like we lions against Lassies
Niggas ain't nice, they lyin'
The flow ass cheek
I'm on the beat like Contra, pow!
Steamroll over shit, I'm in a Tonka now
This ain't about radio, see
I'm beyond the dial
But still strong arm a nigga, E honda style
Ow

The inserts on your album put my ganja out
Y'all sweeter than the lip
Gloss on Rihanna mouth (Hehe)
Y'all sleepin'
In pajamas on your momma couch i'm freakin'
In the Bahamas throwin' condoms out (Yaowa)

Hold up, dawg these felons ain't predicate
Sandcastle delicate
Metal spittin' leave 'em on
The field like Everett (Oh)
I does my own stunts
Like a Jackie Chan movie
Mismatch, belt Prada but the pants Louie
If you ain't fair to me
Then your whole camp sushi
Rockin' Iceberg when niggas
Didn't understand Snoopy
Damn, these chain of command's ran through me
You and your man uzi slow
Down like Brand Nubie
Can't do me, cramped to me
Like a man groupie
If that's the number one pick
Then he Sam Bowie
And I hate to blow a homi' on your mans
You ain't Kid Rock, can't box
The Tommy witcha hands, ma'fucker
(Uh)

I was really in the lobby with
The grams tryna take guap
In the hallway, all day is or it ain't hot
Listenin' to Hot 9 like, "What do they got
That I don't? With a blindfold
I see everyone they say's hot
It's too easy, I'm feelin' like I'm a cheater
(Why?) the flow heavy your's light like
A slice of pita (Haha)
When moms was pregnant she
Was lightin' reefer
That's why I'm nice, in the middle of Alaska
I'll write a heater i'm just cool and rough
Hoody matchin' my Adidas
Pants with the permanent wrinkles like
I am iron either (Uh)
I will make every last one
Of you guys believers
Dudes is all lost, that's my word
I'm playin' timer's keeper

Treat me like a big brother
Slash fifth tucker
Let the cig snuff you, you a kid, fuck ya
Cocked AK, Mayday, listenin' to "Dre Day"
Camcord me diggin' 'em out
Somethin' like Ray J
They like Steve Irwin up against the stingray
Heat up like Jean Gray
When somethin' with the beans spray (Uh)

Take a sip of E&J, then a little puff or two
Get some butt, then kick out the slut
You's a bugaboo (Haha)
Weak dressers in the ring with Mr wonderful
Paul Orndorff, man
Y'all all soft and huggable (Woo)
They're dealin' with a pro
Here that don't care
Y'all stiff and worn out like
A closet with old gear
And I ain't goin' nowhere
Producers know I'm the best thing
Over those snares, what you speak is wack
(Oh)
Ortiz, I overdose like the needle's packed
(Come on) i I give the speakers dap

Hold up, Joell the ether's back, see
I'm rap's Larry Johnson
Redid my contract, now the chief is back
So blame it on fatigue
Have you like Greg Oden
Injured before your first game in the league
I'm spendin' old faces, niggas took my style
Gotta steal my own shit back like OJ did
Might size you and your spouse
Have guys go in your house
With ridges on the nose of
The rifle like Alf! Blaow