Joell Ortiz - Put Em In Their Place Freestyle lyrics

[Verse] Check this sh** out I'm just gonna go 'head and say y'all can't do nothin' wit me I was bein' all polite, but then somethin' hit me Nice guys don't get far in this biz So I walk around New York like the star that I is Grown a** man, I can't spar with you kids Oh no, I'm not battlin', but if it gotta happen then Let 'em pull a track and then After your little babbling, I'll turn you to a toy after Christmas You won't wrap/rap again I move the ground when I fiddle with this pad and pen You feel my soul I flow from my lower abdomen Promoter stole me in shows cause they know I pack 'em in That's why I'm bonin' the hoes you only imaginin' But it's hard being the best cause you blink And these n***as feelin' they selves being fresh with the ink So I'm tellin' you right now, careful with your words This my hustle right here, I swear I'll air you like a bird Listen Y'all know me J.O.E. double letter before Cool J when the track gets souffled I'm probably behind it like the fatty's I poke Moms complained about the noise now she's happy I wrote She get to watch her only son shake the globe with his pen And prove the nonbelievers wrong over and over again I'm fire Like smokin' the rawest 'dro in the blend Y'all weak When y'all speak it's like a O with a stem Until summer last year I never drove in a Benz It's cool I think I'm gonna cop one and throw on some rims Not braggin' Just happy to have some doe I can spend It feel good when I'm tryin' to find a hoe I can bend Back to y'all dudes Word to mother it's sad I can't believe what y'all cook when up in the lab But see the Lord sent me down from up above with a pad Now I'm IT like the slowest mothaf**a in tag And when I say, "Him" I mean, "not them" I'm cool where I'm at, don't wanna be top 10 You the man in the cipher til Ortiz hops in Cause everything I kick is sick like my feet got phlegm And I hate to be rude but...y'all garbage Y'all n***as the truth man?...I'm God honest Y'all dudes is frauds, straight con artists I'm finna have this sh** Locked like I'm Akon's artists I'mma make more money then make more money and Just cause y'all mad I'mma make more...money My pockets like the Playboy Bunny rabbit ears Til rap appeared now my face all lovely Sharply shaped up, my fitted is crisp And I usually don't do this, but I'mma glitter the wrist Cause I deserve the shine, y'all know I'm fire Yo Royce, air these dudes like an old bike tire