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Joell Ortiz
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125, Pt. 1 (The Bio)
Mirror mirror on the wall Who's the most feared up and coming MC of them all
Joell Ortiz, but of course you crazy that kid's been nothing short of awesome lately His mixtape recieved 4 stars in the U.K. Toured S.O.B's down several Tuesdays Valet it up on hot 9 with Kay Slay He on NBA live 05 cuz EA sponsored the rap battle last year that he won A flight from L.A. headed back to where he from 6 Hours so he copped a little somethin to read son Source mag page 66 was a regun He got unsigned hype the recognition had begun Very next, money was double X L's Chairman's Choice Recently the P.R. parade got to hear his voice (Boriqua) Now he back in next X L this time show and prove Cuz he writtin hit records and his shows improved He's the dude you need to worrie about 3 More mixtapes done he fin to put those out Thats how he laugh at doubt If I was you, I would clear his path Cuz everything about him says you really wouldn't wanna feel his wrath He turned down 3 deals this last month Labels playing tug-a-war with his name he who they want He signing over here 'Nope' He signing over here 'Nope' The both of ya'll wrong he grindin over there In a city near you tryin to strengthen his fan base Layin down cuts like a band-aid know how many dudes this man paid the list is endless He carry big crates, just to get into the club And when he got into the club he gave out his mixtape His work ethic is great, his drives like t-mac You let him go share a poster RELAX Ease back give him room to breathe All those that hated will all soon believe All those who made it will all soon just leave Once the fans get a whif of Mr. Ortiz He spits raw please don't confuse him with these other cats He's a full workout, they 3 jumping jacks Front to back he's an obstacle to overcome I mean you know nothings impossible but don't be dumb He grew up in Cooper Projects so you know he's slum The only child homie wild he the only one I ever heard nick named the peoples champ Under-dog all his life earned his stripes doin things he aint like Like igniting the fifth all night huggin the strip servin a pregnant bitch hard white He happy that his mom's never sucked a glass pipe She use to sniff gettin her off that shit was a fight Why the fuck you think homeboy go hard when he writes Tryin to make his future bright cuz his past got him tight His cash might be lite pockets empty kid But same time next year its MTv cribs His put his life on it, twice on it To make sure he can't ask? His crib must gonna have a nice price on it Chandaliers with the ice on it, Persian rugs with no mice on it Huge tv screens with classic episodes of Miami Vice on it Indoor pool and the floor got a mic on it Plaques all over the wall with his name engraved nice on it Man listen his ambition gonna have the game locked like the box in San Quentin Fin to win his race cuz he ran different In through the nose out through the mouth Not worryin bout his competition radio clout Look straight same pace let them nigga's be out Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com They true colors gonna show later on when they breathin all heavy and they legs is worn Dude gone from havin an ill buzz in the streets Yayo don't nobody give a fuck when he speaks I know it could happen in a couple of weeks Lifes a bitch aint it? But me I love every picture that this kid painted He's the difference between artists and rappers Artists draw hits rappers take flicks Other rappers trace it, man these nigga's aint shit Everythings basic they should claim the same clique Thats why everything he give hip hop game sick Like the syringe in the vein of an aids patient Cane spit on his BK beam and take that The kid is go sign by the dudes who made rap Face facts G-Rap told Mike he got a problem on his hands Mike is joe's a & r just so y'all understand KRS responded with one word 'damn' The cypher's complete once he shake Rakim's hand He a one man movement General, colonel, Seargent Major, Private and them youngin's on the front lines shootin Gun high troopin through this war with his music And he aint gonna stop till he drop get use to it He speak english fluent in spanish pequeño So doing reggeaton's a slight problemo plus he sound moreno They ain't know he was spanish till he transformed so quick and got his goverment established but none of this matters if you nice you nice You could be Ethiopian rhyming for rice You could be Hatian trying to rhyme for your rights You could be South African writting rhymes for ice You could be Cuban rhyming to cop you a nice little boat to make it to us coast over night It is what it is in this buiss you live When you die that's when your records sales sky high He trying to rap while he alive his heart still beatin Brain still numb and his nerves still tweaking Stomach still growling cuz what he's eatin a'int enough bring the 12 gauge out it's duck season give him one reason your career is gone Say his name on a song he'll put yours on a tombstone
Not a pizza either I'm talkin everybody blacked down cryin to the words of a speakin preacher
He's a deep believer and what goes around comes around and whats coming around is dope
And what went around is his name and the strength of his flow
His ill show his radio apperances and more
Some things is maybe's and some things for sure
Some niggas is crazy and some nigga's M.O.
some nigga's is lazy and some nigga's just wont stop workin till they get what they deserve ya know
That nigga is Jo E double L Ortiz pa' please you one match in the snow He's like a crib on the son sittin next to the fireplace with the heat on a million and one This young man is hot he'll sun tan your block He gon' keep firing your gun jam alot Heat rise expect to see this man on the top Mirror mirror on the wall Who's the most feared up and coming M-C of them all Joell Ortiz, but of course you crazy that kid has been nothing short of awesome lately
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