Joell Ortiz - Battle Cry lyrics

rate me

No magazine's top ten cause I'm negative one.

So I don't pay attention to them dumb folk

Cause I'm a always be in first like the clutch broke

I'm from where the cut-throats cut coke

Cause school ain't cut it, they cut out the puff smoke

And guess what?

That's who I hang with, so when you speak INDUSTRY - I don't know the language

But play the beat and I'll show you why I'm head honcho

Ya'll gettin' away with murder like the white bronco

Bunch of trash inbetween hooks

Bars too cute to be gettin' all these mean looks

Put the hottest rappers all on one stage together

See who'll hold their arm up like Che Guevera

I rhyme hotter and I say it better

I'm a winter cold war

I'm a product of the Regan Era

Day thinkin till the page inkin'

My 16 free ya'll I'm hip-hop's Abe Lincoln.

Fam I don't know what they thinkin

These niggas got me fucked up like I spent all day drinkin

I'm a boss not a loss yet

You're little lemons in a race with a souped up corvette

I'm so hot I could stand still and pour sweat in the North Pole fully naked with my balls wet

I'm a monster, these other niggas small pets

Claim they sick but they get cured by your dog's vet

I'm thorough from my Yank' to my gourtex

You're bluffin, I play Poker I'm callin all bets

Local boy, when's the last time you all left?

I don't even know where the FUCK I'm goin' on tour next

Last month Canada, before that? Europe

I had Waffles out in Belguim, you ain't had Syrup

Every time I write it's another flight

Another whore with my kids on her underbite

Another "YAOWA! " chant when I touch the Mic

Another Magazine spread, yeah you fuckin right

I'm on my grind like a pair of in-line skates

Get on tracks and go banana's like a Primate

Baboon, Gorilla, Chimpanzee, I'm Wild Ape

King Kong under your skin, I'm bout to Sky-Scrape

But the sky ain't the limit

I could teleport through my mind any minute

Take you to a place where the Lions go "ribbit"

All the frogs "roar" and the fire is frigid

I'm outta this world - don't belong here

What heir'ing the thrown if I taught you from a small chair?

Family, you niggas got it twisted

Flow out of the box, yours chicken and a biscuit

Gave me chicken pox when I listen, I be itchin' to cripple your career like a ligament is missin

Dawg I'm on a mission like an intimate position

When I swing it's Knock Out's I ain't gettin' a decision

From here on it's locked ya'll a prisoner to spittin

Can't escape my bars no visitor's permitted

Welcome to Hell where Joell holds a pitch-fork

And you burn in eternal flames for your bitch talk

Dick in my hand I'm pissed off

But I ain't bucklin', 'Everyday I'm Hustlin' - Rick Ross

One day the whole globe will know I'm Clark Kent

Underneath the shades on a Project park bench

Superman when I grip the Mic

The only way I'm slowin down is if I blow a pound of Kryptonite

From now on I'm a bully I'm a pick the fight

Let them pick you up off the ground when I check ya bite

You'll become a little memory, gigabyte

Me and these beats got married, I'm Mr. Right

Little man you spit aight, I'm on fire

You gotta little buzz - Miller Lite

Man there's so many words runnin' round my brain

If I don't put them on a track I would go insane

Maybe that's why everything I say is crazy

And everyday I wake up, with a naked lady

With a V.I.P. band on my right wrist

Pants on the flow, J.D. with a slight sip

Left in the bottle tele-key on the night stand

I go to the bathroom to pee and then I scram

I live the life of a rock-star

They ain't wanna let me through so I became a Cop Car

Put the Sirens on every time I touch a pen

Everybody move like dope - that's a fuckin '10'

My peers know I'm gonna win.

This music's like my first crush, for years I wanted in

I'm here. Oh boy will you taste the wrath

I'm a make it ugly like what's underneath Jason's mask

I listen to alot of mixtapes and laugh

All Ya'll nigga do is whine like Jamaican ass

Every night I celebrate, we take a glass of Champagne to the brain

Sometimes we take a bath

Victory feels far better

Than Defeat, you niggas weak, Solar's Letter

I'm harder than a fonz-lebber

My worst rhyme's 30 times rougher than your hottest bars ever

I could front like a car fender

Cause everything I'm on DJ's pull up like the bar tenders

New York I'm the answer to your prayers

Head Nod music, leave the dancin over there

Project Shit, ain't no Mansion over here

Just Murder on the strings, Charles Manson on the Snare

I'm hungry the game's like a Food Court

I just gave ya'll a loose hundred, Newports.

Chea

Joell Ortiz

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