Joell Ortiz - FREESTYLE ON HOT 97 lyrics

Y’all know me i flex muscle on anything ain’t a beat safe i do this rap thing flyer like a release date my pockets they on sweepstakes ya im out here making bands without walking for cheese cake Yawn** boring being the best Flow hotter then curry a warrior in the flesh Ya… got your warrior out of breath no lie detector test no Maury that was her neck You see em around me that means he through get popd for tryna stand on my block with out referrals Rodents im proud to be from the burrows where ratting will have Dangling from balconies like a squirrel Hhahaha im finna drop fire like every week nickname me Windex ya im on a nice little streak Like a chick that i pipe and she fall asleep whenever im in this b**h say good night to the beat Come on you gotta give me some respect i came a mighty long way from hobbling up them steps I mean look at your boy from the projects doing the tim tebo after hoping off these jets As far as the hood i still be there i got only one fear the day that im ever scared Cause that feeling there gotta be weird i got to many k**ers haring me out like growing beards When it comes to the bars im like a god Slaughter you by my lonely no need to call on the squad This ain’t hard and i make it look easy now this sh** too easy i just make it sound hard Trend setter to the trend setters im comfortable in my skin slight wind light thin sweater hit the park in that outside gym weather ya i keep it 100 thats 10 sets of 10 heifer Huh And these broads liking me slim better but i ain’t working out so the clothes can fit better im training so when i goes in this booth my winds better and any body can read me clear on this open letter They ain’t f**ing with your boy i give rappers this work who currently unemployed Sleeping liek a s**er punch from Floyd but ima keeping sleeping like the night topar uppercuted roy So whoever wanna knuckle up enjoy looking like you just main lined a bundle of that boy Heh never been to a Vanna but Atlanta Had me throwing all my singles at birds going bananas And i ain’t talking bout no dancers the junk in that trunk got pumped with arm and hammer And i never got booked for mozzarella cause n***as know that ill turn Brooklyn in labella This ain’t a game little homie you show up to the race like a lame little ponny we gon stampede your frame til your main is bologna I been had my spot built like the suade in soconies im a exxon guy man yall buggin long as these fans out here buying then im pumpin try me and its nothing ill war like a laid of sanitation worker firing and dumping Product of my environment and loving it sweet smell of pollution in the air Im disgusting yall gonna learn today but by now pete they should of been learnt but ey