125 Part 2 (Fresh Air)

歌詞

[Intro: Joell Ortiz] Yooo-wah! It's the boy Joell Ortiz Yo man, we at a half a brick now! Y'all know the work is fire HE COPIED IT from me! [Joell Ortiz:] Wake up wake up, the verse is here Mailman hurry up, ain't no food up in here We live check to check, the projects steps is wet with piss Elevator broke, come fix this shit Mischievous kids steal chips outta the corner store Find stick, walk through the hood, with a 4-by-4 Eviction letters on your door when your rent late You riffin like your welfare was supposed to have set cake We turn the johnny pump up until the wrench break It ain't safe, you walk by and get a drenched face Every other month you sobbin at a friend's wake Lightin candies in front of the buildin with Henn' straight Chinese food is a gourmet meal That General Tso's chicken is always real Elders call the cops cause the hallways filled With weed smoke, so when we see Deebo we peel Deep throat is I'll from a true bird So like two-thirds of the time we climb up to the roof, word Devil beat's still alive You can't park your car anywhere, for them rims they'll steal your ride Your whole vehicle gone by the time you realize Somebody flossin quite often at the other side of Brooklyn Raise your hand if you spend a night in the book and Bet you I see more arms than Saddam and his Muslims It's cocaine cookin in the pot; smell the fumes? The finished product got the tenants sellin living rooms Every time they cop, they singing a different tune The crack got their brain boiling like a chicken stew Take a hit or two And watch you go from heavy-set with a job to out of work and invisible That's a pitiful visual but this shit is true To be honest some of my fam on a mission too We play lotto and hope that we hit our way out I stopped chasin that dream, my leg gave out Don't be mad, UPS is hirin Tried that, after the first check came retirement Back hurtin, my situation ain't that urgent Felt like I got ran over by a black 'burban Scenarios like that make me the rap Earvin Magic Johnson, I'm Barry Bonds when his bat workin Hit maker, mixtape of the year Can everybody just take a deep breath? Yes! I'm fresh air, let's hear all the nonsense He's kind of heavy, he's gonna be hard to market (what else?) Plus he's Latin, it's that or he's gonna target So I'm big, so is Big, so is Big Pun And you know like I know that you know that they both get dumb So just stop it, know my target is everyone 5-foot Mexicans, Africans that's 7'1" I can even cater to all the Native Americans They can dance around my fire until the rain come I knew it from day one It took y'all 2, 555 days to say I'm a great one? Seven years I've been proven and sheddin tears like I'm through with it Heard a track, went back and ruined it This music shit made my first baby moms jet We was broke, I was workin hard on my project I tried to tell her this is our way out the project If I don't go 100% it won't be no progress She looked at me like, "Yeah right, you job-less Tryin to rap, my bags is packed, see you in August" I had to eat that, she right, we ain't had money But the Pampers was there and my son had a fat tummy All I ask was a little smile support What I get? Letters in the mail for child support But it's cool, success is near, I can taste it Now you know all the times we argued was time wasted I took the hip-hop exam and I aced it Matter of fact, the board of rap didn't know how to grade it I'm so left with it, effortlessly Y'all'll be left on the shelf if it was left up to me Left y'all a while ago, made a left in the V.O. The BQE feel in the water and was left in the sea Yeah, my flow liquid; too much H2O in it My system, I ain't drown, I became a wave and rolled with it I make it hard for y'all to swim on the track After I rap, I'm the current that be pushin you back Givin me dap's like, puttin your hand up in a hot pot Did you not know that I'm fire like a pot spot? If this was hopscotch, you would hop to the next box I hop to the next park and try to block shots On the ball court, I'm not of this element Went to the zoo when I was 3, not for the elephants Just for the smell of it - I'm a different breed They should've built a cage with a stage and had a Joell in it My attitude is not celibate, fuck you! I'll violate your whole album with a one-two When I was one, two I used to take on one, two, three niggaz in battles and won too About one, two, three years ago I had a 1-2 inch single on Rawkus that won two I'm the kind of dude you compare no one to Your engineer's a boxer, he gotta punch you I'm one take with it, they did it, not me They's the industry, it's how they got me Pissed off, like a case of beer to the face Great taste, less fillin, I ain't feeling y'all taste Dude your praise is weak; seven days a week Same joint on the radio, course they gon' say it's heat Y'all use hypnotism, play the same beat Same rhymes all the time got they brain on repeat Y'all can hear me once and know that I am him The second comin of nice, I terrorize the pen Analyze the gems, disregard the ice movement I'm talkin to jewels that I use when I write, stupid When I do it, they gon' stay hatin Cause I'm a be on top of the game, both feet on my PlayStation You could try to find a safe haven But it's nowhere to run and hide from this undeniable vacation (nah) Get out the car, I'm in the driver's seat The gas tank is full and the ride is sweet The kind of rank you pull is the kind I eat The only stripes you'll earn will remain on your stomach As the weight loss begins when your income plummets Send in the news coverage, I will make dudes public Extra extra, read all about it! Another artist missin, last seen in an outfit Had to be desgined by some big name stylist Any info please don't be afraid to dial this 718 - y'all motherfuckers ain't fuckin with me I'm a violate, I'll +Violate+ with the likes of 50 You's a enemy homie if you ain't ridin with me Friend or foe, answer the question or I'll decide it quickly Feast your eyes on the rookie of the year The uniform I wear will fit none of my peers Jump ball is near - GET READY!