Joell Ortiz - Bars lyrics

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Joell Ortiz - Bars lyrics

[Verse] Bars, bars, bars I got y'all with those by far Above par repertoire, bizarre My a**embles scar your garbage artists Come learn who I are, it's the boy from PR Brooklyn veteran, ex-drug peddling medicine by the jar Turn booth super human, hear me roar Start a stampede with YAOWA and a jungle, f** a tar Yeah, man, I f** up the guitars Beat up any drum barehanded like a paw Million karat diamond rhyming trying to find a flaw Better off trying to find an undiscovered dinosaur And an unidentified flying object flying off When they seeing a yeti taking selfies all aboard You n***as look bored, wanna see a monster? Well, come on Sarom play the horn, I transform like Con Edison, better than whatever you n***as is on I can't stomach you n***as, kettle corn You design an umbrella, can't weather the storm I'm pure toxic, rain pouring in metal form Magnetic maggots, out-rap you f*ggots With the track playing backwards and the ProTools crashing Why you look surprised like you don't know what happened When Ortiz decided to do a little bit of rappin'? Brainwaves blacking, anything whole in front of me turns fraction Friction to fraction Listen you freaking frat, you're no match when I'm spazzin' So n***a fall back, hope you caught that Anyway I'm back in my groove like a zipper Move like a wizard, full of hot air in your balloon, it's a figment Of your imagination, I'm smooth as the witch that gave Judy Ruby slippers No place like home, booth and some liquor Preferably Patron, nickels don't mixture I'm out here getting money, I'm a bad honey twister f**ing on somebody mother, niece or little sister You n***as got hot, caused a few blisters Those'll get popped every time I drop a sizzler Man, you can't be serious acting like the Riddler Dressing like Robin Matter of fact like Robin after he left the 60's As a young boy I wanted the Ac Vigor Got a little older, wanted a black Six I'm back to the act bigger Not the car, I just act vigorous on my matte blaxk GSXR Carry the .25, now my pat pats bigger Clap you and detach that ligger- Ment from the rest of your body, you mad disfigured This album is gonna be dangerous, the artwork is a hazmat picture But I don't wanna talk, I let the work speak I make the internet flood when the verse leak So motherf**er here I am This next solo album for the fans, f** a first week

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