Joell Ortiz - Hallelujah lyrics

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(Intro)

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Yeahm yeah

If y'all know the voice by now then

Fuck it dog, hey yo

Never mind El

This shit speak for itself but here we go

(Verse)

Glory, hallelujah, let me sock it to ya

Houston we have a problem, I'll send rockets through yo

Get out of pocket, the DE Ndamukong Suh yo

Word to Stuart Scott, there'll be a whole lot of boya

I never paid attention to the grape vine

He say, she says y'all bullshit, it ain't mine

I'm listenin’ to bass lines, try to create rhymes

That'll have you stuck like weak signal Face time by the eighth line

Flow out of this world, I'm in a different space

Consistent chase for this paper but just bought a bigger safe

Ain't got the gwap to shop and cop that heavy war art

But I could buy one of everythin’ in any Wal-Mart

I flex verbs and connect words ‘til checks worth

And see how many eyes my neck blurs when my chest curves

Real estate, I stayed the realest and invest march

Then bank on ill production and build some of my best work (Now!)

Niggas think they got it locked but I'm just sittin’ back

I don't David Sweat it, their bars weaker than Richard Matt

I get e-mails from the greatest rappers with shit attached

Ghost write crazy, I’m dancin’ in all my spirit raps

That's why I'm aspen in the Aston on my way to Aspen

Pull down my pants without askin’ and an actress gaggin’

A fan said he can't wait 'til I blow up

But I feel fully blown, I'm like magic when I show up

Liquor disappear, bitches stare, niggas swear

But my goons off the hook like fishin’ gear when 'em blinkers flare

Handguns that split a deer, choppers that lift a lid

Sound like M.O.P ad-libs for thirty minutes, yea

I'm feelin’ like niggas don't rep my town right

Turn this shit loud, this what New York posed to sound like

Next time I'm doin’ radio and I'm around mics

Spitting 97 on a Power 105 night

Guess I'm not one of them niggas who sold a mil twice

But I'm ‘right with being the last nigga that's still nice

No private flights to Coachella overseas

Just a couple Honey Yaws and yelling in S.O.B's

Tearin’ the fuckin’ stage up

Long as they bring my name up in convoys bout who flame up

And everybody could say 'yup'

I'm way up, I feel blessed

Feel like I got a S on my chest under a vest

That could withstand the devil's best, I confess

I'm nothin’ less than a dorm room desk, I'm a mess

Come clean me up, and I put you where I put all the rest

Yea, take a guess, I walk around with this shovel, possessed

I'm in the flesh, to the naked eye

You heard us buggin’, I'm a third comin’ (I know)

Jesus, the creator or not

'Til I lay in the sky, say goodbye, I'm on my favorite high

Watchin’ y'all niggas faces when I say shit fly

I made to never be debated, why?

To remind y'all the I'm truth in music's lamest times

Glory, hallelujah my people

Feel like I'm speakin’ in tongues, my tongue should be hung in cathedrals

Yo, I'm havin’ fun with this needle, I'm dope

Feel like the pope mixed with one of The Beatles, I hope

Y'all recognize what y'all witnessin’

I reckon y'all start listenin’, no crackin’ the whip

And stop tellin’ me that real rap will be back in a bit

Cuz this shit had never left, y'all just cross-dressin’, actin’ a bitch

Y'all weaker than a thot's new flip flops

But I'm just sharin’ thoughts here on Hot New Hip Hop

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