Joell Ortiz - f**in' Problems (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz] I don't look left and right when I write Full steam ahead on this ten speed bike I pedal you through the ghetto where they peddle hard white And metal will have your mom in falsetto all night Every cup is plastic, every dutch is mastered Everyone's f**ing blasted, celebrating another night No one got f**ing blasted, dice rollin' the cards shuffle It's a sixty a bagel and seventy for a hard bundle (c'mon) Them D boys got the grind hot Cameras errywhere we serve fiends in the blind spot Prices went up so them baggies came down Cutsies don't give a f** long as that high's still around That's real rap n***a, a lot of y'all just real rat n***as Just put words together, never bought work to shred up In your momma kitchen wishing it was the first forever Literally hunger driven for this cheddar Better watch it boys I'm on a mission give me vomit noise Hold your stomach throw up sick when you hear that Yaowa voice (YAOWA!) I hope you haven't forgotten I started this atom from the apple and its rotten My Adam's Apple and larynx get it popping y'all mimicking me Secretively under my umbrella Mary Poppins My alter ego's a quarter of the slaughter But all alone y'all f** boys Sodom and Gomorrah I don't want to call a truce this is an order Every hip-hop supporter Tell your favorite rapper get out the water Little 'Octop**y' swimming 'round a orca That's predatory torture National Geographic make a offer You dealing with a different kind of monster Walk up in AMC and shoot a f**ing feared one with a walker They handing out awards but I ain't running out of swords I'll cut your hand off for trying to grab what's not yours You want a war well its war you got And I ain't got it all man that's all you got? My bath water was hot from a boiling pot You lil lukewarm twats meet my balls and co*k No more nice guy, I'm fed up I put some Shady bread up Built a studio now I'm set up to never let up If anything I say strike a nerve we can go head up I let these Air Max give your a**hole a check up The nod that I give to these beats'll twist your neck up Give you the Elvis lip, make you want to lift a TEC up Fire to everything around you dry, soaking wet up The mind of a poor child and '89 music 250 Broadway, 8am standing in line-music The staple in your money grind movement My hood people know what it do When them 1's, 5's and 10's was red, yellow and blue It's okay to be scared this what veterans do Y'all lying, man your closet is a skeleton zoo You don't fit my size youngin' this one hell of a shoe My dope scale was Wonder Woman, yeah my h**n(e) flew Pre-rap, man my crack; Used to hop off the plate when I cut it And my coke; you couldn't feel your face it would numb it And my E? Nah I never sold that But I popped a couple of 'em n***a f** it I don't care if they post that last line in them tabloids And it's on MediaTakeOut makin' mad noise I rubber band my arm and shoot rap 'roids Rip your face off like Castroy with this pad boy! Man I don't care who on the way up I blow right past them look back and tell 'em "Stay up!" I'm so BK'd up, I'mma help keep Jay up Two years from now I'mma fill that Barclay up You n***as make fast breaks feel like hard lay-ups Make a walk in the park feel like a marathon, wait up This sh** ain't f**ing rocket science You want your sh** to take off you put the hardest Puerto rock behind it I know the law but I'm not complying f** Wall Street I hold heat on on every street I'm occupying You could feel so alone when your partner die and Every night it's like they throw Patron man them shots is flying So we duck, duck, goose, sippin' on that grey hoop Trying to cranberry juice they whole stoop Last week we made an example out of some floop Like a real good sample I'm never out of the loop Cause I don't call or check in I rolls up, hops out, post up and toast up with real n***as repping Think sh** a movie ain't no theaters in my section Just Orville Redenbachers that'll pop off in seconds I'm watching hip-hop and it's sad Whole bunch of misguided n***as trying to fit in And mirrors trying to wiggle into pants they don't fit in How could you ever be a stand out when you just sit in? And copy what everybody doing, it's probably not even you Now y'all matching squares like a capicu You really like your socks that color? Y'all wearing space suits off of Star Trek brother Whatever! I'm here to rap, maybe my hat a snap But I did that way back I ain't new to that I could throw on 40 belows, army pants, a bubble goose And some big a** goggles and say "I bodied that!" But it was done before, if y'all bringing back Back in the days what y'all fronting for? Screaming yaowa loud, in ten years I still be Hot dog, getting buzz while you rock in front of sour crowds I swear I'm having fun I'm sparring, but that's not the scary part The scary part is I ain't done evolving Who want try and come and solve him? Like soft dick and dry a** p**y I'm a f**in' problem!