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JOELL ORTIZ lyrics - Farewell Summer

Battle Cry

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How many times I gotta tell y'all I'm second to none. 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 Who feel they... Who feel they better?

Raise A Family

LAGWAGON
maybe i'm just thirty and i don't want to go to parties anymore only really need a few close friends i'm just tryin' to keep the hair on my head i think it's time we tie the knot and you and i can make some babies marriage, mortgage can't afford it we are destined to fail lots of time, we are late what the hell smashing through the boundaries lunacy as found me gotta have a family boys will tell you they'll take care of you but i can tell you, girl, that there is only one thing that you're after we ain't got no money, honey, it's true ten thousand vacant in the place where elvis said i do love me tender four kids, food stamps trying to make words count endless days of minimum wage love is ours, food's a dream a better day two kids, two cars life insurance, credit cards carry on the legacy it's time to raise a family

G.e.t.o.

GETO BOYS "Till Death Do Us Part"
Killa you're face to face with Scarface -Scarface G to the E to the T.O. Scarface: Now here it comes (boom) motherfuckers die hard till the end Mr. Scarface not your ordinary dope man On the for reala my nigga I'm a born killa Let my nuts hangin' out give a FUCK if ya bigger Cause I'm that nigga who gets ass rollin' ten deep And shove this shoe up in your shit far as ten feet Creep by creep cause I'm in this shit deep Never ever caught slippinn' bitch cause I don't sleep And if I sleep the kid gets beat and that's bullshit Cause I'm still a lunatic Body snatcher peter roll capture Killer comin' at cha niggero subtracter Small time dope game plenty heart though Good girl go bad I'm high off a motherfucker! I read my diary mind play tricks And travelled the world with a nigga named Bushwick Lost a memeber back in December Nigga gets respect from Boston to Denver Compton, Jersey, Philly, Brooklyn, Oakland, Dallas, Houston look man It ain't a god damn thing being took From the bad boys of Houston so go ahead and dial a crook And watch some niggas spit the game cool Ran back and brace yourself nigga cause here it comes fool Hook: Here it comes fool P.E.T.E.R.M.A.N. aint' no hoe ass motherfuckers Big Mike: Bang bang bang motherfuckers lay it down Prat tat tat the peterman is in the house and I'm about to spray it down Lettin' niggas hand fit my gat I gots to grab it Smokin' motherfuckers is a habit I'm on a mission opposion get tore up from the floor up Kickin' the type of gangsta shit that make ya throw up G plus E plus T plus O Geto Boys run shit in '93 but you don't here me do' Huh brakin' niggas off who bother to Fuck around with techs thinkin' we ain't nothin' but barber cute So fool get your ass on Before the peterman in the house gettin' his blast on Sendin' niggas smooth to the concrete Makin' mo motherfuckin' deal then a swap meet The C.O.N.V.I.C.T.S. is hittin' niggas where it hurt Kickin' up dirt down in Texas so here it comes fool Hook Any motherfucker wanna get with Bushwick, bring it on motherfucker Bushwick Bill: Well what do you know it's that nigga named Bushwick Back again still droppin' the B's on a punk bitch Kickin' that G shit ever so clear 5th Ward steady comin' hard every fuckin' year I went from coppin' the cash a couple of months ago But niggas call me crazy cause I'm known to smoke a hoe Smoke a hoe smoke a hoe smoke two smoke a few Got my motherfuckin' crew now what you wanna do? B.U.S.H.W.I.C.K. blowin' niggas away Doin' this type of shit every motherfuckin' day Never waste another niggas time Got my nine gettin' paid kickin' these motherfuckin' dope rhymes So if it comes down to it I might gat cha Dead in that motherfuckin' dump give that ass a fracture Cause I ain't that nigga you wanna fuck with Bushwick Bill the nigga named Chuckwick So here it comes fool

Don't Doubt Me

BIZZY BONE "The Gift"
And now we will comence with a prayer. WELCOME. Hooked back up with tony C. You know what im sayin. Yeah yeah yeah yeah. See theres a lot of quesions that muthafuckas need answered , you know what im sayin. They wanna know whats up with bizzy and bone thugs (did yall break up?) and all this and all that (whats goin on?)im simplify that shit. Feel me. Feel ME. Standin in detox, with two pairs of reeboks, and we not leavin til them all clean, where tha fiends at, doin it for my babies, and baby it aint no turnin back ,burnin that ciggarette, you know what these niggas can get, these, i done smoked soo much weed, bought 20 V's, hennessy ,and even the industry tried to play me like a crack fiend, Eazy was my nigga, but Eazy gave me all the liqour, i was only 16 , Ruthless cant tempt me, all of the demons missed me, two of the bones dissed me, i dont give a fuck we got history, shit it aint no mystery, niggas is pissed off, they say i aint showin up to shows, but the people dont know, i aint makin no money ,soo what am i workin for, tell me what am i hurtin for, baby what are we researchin for, restitution, little foster kids give me contributions, soo you can ring out the towel, and watch , its playin me now. Roll ,like can get rolled over come ,come and get you some, de dum de dum de dum de dum de dont doubt me Am i hate, well i aint shot nobody yet, how am i the bad guy, yall tellin mad lies, and this is for the strong black fathers, gon get your dollars, and take your kids to college, keep some extra for leather squallas, my momma was a hustla, and you can call me pretty boy floyd, runnin when i hear the cop noise, chillin, coffee pops, they boys, thank you for the beatings, im my own man, elevate then a grown man, i dont trust nobody,, chemicals that was taped thru my nervous system, and sentimental survivors,ducked down in churches, protectin strays from mangin, did i forget to mention GOD, never, me and my wife drop daily, on our knees forever, little babies, remember, remember, the faith will get you through, even though that hate, was all we knew, still throwin food drives, droppin little kids hollas, as we get rushed like aliens, it seems like i been screamin for momma. Roll ,like can get rolled over come ,come and get you some, de dum de dum de dum de dum de dont doubt me GOD first, then we second, for musics a blessin, servin it from lyin then i aint bryon, and im fryin,and lessons of a ghetto kids who feelin fiends cribs, where everybody keeps dyin, and everybodys takin nobody years, in science, if signs exist,in the times we tint, fell in cryin to the bitch, What the fuck am i supposed to do,harm to the world is school, with a tactict to lose,cause we been slaves ever since them niggas follow the rules, my Lord JESUS is help, but join keys exhale, my rappers is actin, never stood on no block ,i can tell, raggin and force flaggin, lil faggot, you got some bail for my homies, see diddy, you aint nuthin like bizzy, cuz you phony, im mony, he dont want dymond dolla, you talkin to nickys daddy, have they momma or they fuckin fathers,hello, bother my peoples, with daddy, well shit, if people will tell me for fame, lame, read books and go get some game. Roll ,like can get rolled over come ,come and get you some, de dum de dum de dum de dum de dont doubt me

Do You Swear To Tell The Truth The Whole Truth And Nothing But The Truth So Help Your Black Ass

AMANDA PALMER
When I was six years old my sister Alyson Asked for a stove for her birthday A miniature one you could actually cook with And my mom was nice and she bought one Alyson needed a reason to bake something Barged in my room and she grabbed me She said: "I made a cake and we're going next door To sam weinstein's and you're getting married" The cake was burned It tasted gross She made me kiss him On the mouth Now I am 33 Unmarried happily No plans in life and I'm planning to keep it that way I do kissing with only one mission Do you like to kiss? then you have my permission And I have already spent too much time Doing things I didn't want to So if I just want to make out all the time You can bet your black ass that I'm going to When I was nine I was kind of a loser The kids in my class didn't like me Melanie chow was the meanest of all And my mom made me go to her party Nobody talked to me I sat there quietly Drawing with crayons on a napkin A picture of melanie skewered with a pitchfork Her legs getting eaten by lions The cake was good I took some home I had a party In my room Now I have friends and I'm not such a loser But I go to bars all alone and I sit there And order red wine and I write and I like being alone around people Yes that's how I like it And I've already spent too much time Doing things I didn't want to So if I wanna sit here and write and drink wine You can bet your black ass that I'm going to Yes I come here often Sure I'll have another one Yes I come here often Sure I'll have another one But I don't have to talk to you When I was 17 I was a blowjob queen Picking up tips from the masters I was so busy perfecting my art I was clueless to what they were after Now I'm still a blowjob queen (far more selectively) I don't make love now to make people love me But I don't mind sharing my gift with the planet We're all gonna die and a blowjob's fantastic And When I was 25 I was a rock star But it didn't pay too well I had to strip on the side Of the road to get ready for shows and the cars driving by Baby they'd never know What a bargain they'd gotten And if I'm forgotten I'm perfectly happy with all that has happened And I still get laughed at but it doesn't bother me I'm just so glad to hear laughter around me And I've already spent too much time Doing things I didn't want to So if I want to drink alone dressed like a pirate Or look like a dyke Or wear high heels and lipstick Or hide in a convent Or try to be mayor Or marry a writer Smoke crack and slash tires Make jokes you don't like Or paint ducks and retire You can bet your black ass that I'm going to

Die

JA RULE "Rule 3:36"
[Tah Murdah] Yea We about money and murda The fuck y'all want to do Either pass that paper Or we gonna have to kill you It's like that nigga Don't question why Cuz when it's murda motherfucker Everybody gotta die Die motherfucker die Die motherfucker die Die motherfucker die Die motherfucker die [Tah Murdah] Money ain't never been nothing I hit the block if this shit get ugly And it ain't never been in my heart to let niggas thug me Hit the dealer and cop a drop if the eyes is buggy And pull up in front of the spot cause the mommies love me (It's gangsta) yeah and ain't no nigga gone match me Stocky, chubby nigga voice real raspy I see you real flashy but that ain't gone last nigga Pop fire off shots and that's your ass nigga It's war now that's why I keep the four with long nozzle Six-hundred bad bitch on it holding down the throttle And fuck that beef shit cause some beef won't die And some niggas will say they gangsta but they won't ride And while it's hard for you to decide I'll let it fly Forty shots hit your ride up hit the tropics and hide up Under palm tree's to white sand Everything is a price man You snipe when bullets are piping hot When it's your flesh it begin warming you Now die motherfucker die Cuz I'm tired of warning you [Black Child] Yeah we hear now, die motherfucker Don't be scared now, die motherfucker Black Child I'm off parole it's murda now In a hood near you about to burn it down Word to God it feels like I'm from every hood Cuz when you ghetto your ghetto with gats you good Sell cracks if you could bust your gat when you should It's for my blacks from the bricks back to Inglewood We eat together nigga fuck the crossroads In this world my flow is another lost soul My shit sounds like shots from a four pound For these bitch clowns it's war now It's all about paper that's my issue Fuck peace you can have a piece of the pistol [Chorus x2: Ja Rule] Everybody gonna die but nobody want dead Die motherfucker die, it's your life Everybody wanna live, but they wanna live scared Die motherfucker Die, that's your life [Ja Rule] Niggas know the truth Rule raises the roof Cuz I pop more shots than Abdul-Rauf And when the concludes I bring closure to the situ Come thru squeeze eight out the stolen black pinto Niggas know my mental kill or be killed head for the hills But don't never slide down it if you to high ground it (puff, puff) uhhh! Is how it sounded two shots thru and silent And one nigga stripped of his talents New fucking Yiddy City the sex and violence Where first time offenders get floated to the island And one time give a nigga one time Breathe wrong and a nigga have a blown mind I blow lines like an addict Bust guns erratic shine blind like carats Rules above average me and this music make a marriage So I thee wed till I'm either jailed or dead motherfuckers Feel me niggas [Black Child] Word to God Feel us nigga We here, again It's Murda [Chorus x2]

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