Joell Ortiz

Joell Ortiz - Hip Hop Remix lyrics

rate me

Yo do me a favor? (what?)

Accidentally step on your white sunglasses (ha ha ha)

We don't wear those over here, this is hip-hop {uh-huh}

This is Carhart jackets (yeah) Timberland boots unlaced {yup}

This is Champion hoodies, chicken wings and french fries {uhh}

R.I.P. pieces on the handball court (you see it)

This is us still fightin police brutality {AH-HAH! }

Everybody runnin they mouth 'bout how they real

Ringtones blowin the doors off album sales

Need to be tellin the people 'bout how they feel

So that's how it all started, I'm surprised they feel I'll

Music just ain't what it used to

We used to have songs that, you could shoplift or boost to

This is the truth too, listen we gon' pop in the Juice Crew

Then run up in the mall, get loose boo

Hard streets, hard times, beats and hard rhymes

Five Percenters teachin the god lines

Two turntables, a mixer, few speakers

Haze didn't exist yet, they blew reefer

Pink Champale, plenty of malt liquor

Extension cord was ran through grandma's kitchen

Fashion statements, bats was safe then

Now, D-Block Royal bash your face in

Aww man (man) this is hip-hop

Hands up, if you forever a fan of hip-hop

I wake up hip-hop, go to sleep hip-hop

Dream about hip-hop, cause I am hip-hop

Uhh, geah, check

I said hip-hop, started out in the park

Man I knew it was goin down from the start

I be backstage with that extra pound in my heart

Butterflies, what a vibe when I tear that whole crowd apart

It's hip-hop, my lips got problems, I spit hot shit

Watch the kid rock albums, I hurt verses

And bruise flows, who knows what's next and when

I'm like a NBA game, nothin less than 10

It's like all kinda diseases infest my pen

I'm sick

This gift, could be a curse if you don't use it right

So call me now, tell half of these dudes good night

They let the lion out the cage, the dragon from out the cage

Dudes worship him, girls be draggin him off the stage

You dudes weak, you ruin beats, you don't hurt the track

Give your producer my contacts I'll murder that

Knahmean? J-O!

See you my nigga, haha

Bring this shit back man

Bring it back in time man, check

Just when y'all thought Queenbridge was a wrap

Nas came back +Bridgin' the Gap+

Joey Crack told the whole map to +Lean Back+

For a second you woulda thought New York was takin the scene back

Even Ja dropped a mean track - it went "I'm from New York! "

The first city that have heads to fiend for crack

Now all I hear about is who's a Blood, who's a Crip

Religious leaders only teach half of the truth and shit

I'd rather rock a fake gold crucifix

Than them platinum white Jesus faces; he rap like he's a racist

Know a philosopher that reads the pages

So that knowledge I try to keep away from me for ages

(Aww man) It's like I'm in a race against time

Couple years ago I couldn't wait to get signed

I thought automatically that my face'll get shine

But bein lyrical was just a waste of slick rhyme

Cause so, still I annihilate though

The sire lace the place with the fireplace flow

The day y'all could fuck with me or Joell Ortiz?

That's the day Hell gon' freeze

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