Joell Ortiz - Warfare lyrics

[Joe Budden] You're now hearin hip hop at it's finest I'm just criminal minded The Ed Hardy with the fine fit (oh) Track just started, no need to rewind it [Joell Ortiz] Me, I'm bringin' fresh air back, I'm rap's heimlich Got 'em all sick is that vomit? Ew you nasty Man I'll smack your skin if you feel you past it [Joe Budden] It's like we lions against La**ies n***as ain't nice, they lyin, the flow a** cheek I'm on the beat like Contra POW Steamroll over sh**, I'm in a Tonka now This ain't about radio, see I'm beyond the dial But still strong arm a n***a, E. Honda style (ow) [Joell Ortiz] The inserts of your album put my ganja out That sweeter than the lip gloss on Rihanna's mouth Y'all sleepin, in pajamas on your momma's couch I'm freakin, in the Bahamas throwin condoms out [Joe Budden] Hold up dog, these felons ain't predicates, hands castle delicate Metal spit, leave 'em on the field like Everett (oh) I does my own stunts, like the Jackie Chan movie Mismatch, belt Prada but the pants Louie If you ain't fair to me, then your whole camp sushi Rockin Iceberg when n***as didn't understand Snoopy Damn moolies, chain of command's ran through me You and your man uzi, +Slow Down+ like Brand Nubie Can't do me, grant to me, like a man groupie If that's the number one pick, then he Sam Bowie And I hate to blow a homie on your mans You ain't Kid Rock, can't box the Tommy with your hands, motherf**er [Joell Ortiz] I was really in the lobby with the grands tryna take guap In the hallway, all day, is or it ain't hot Listen to Hot 9, like what do they got That I don't, With a blindfold I see everyone they say's hot It's too easy, I'm feelin like I'm a cheater (why?) The flow heavy, your's light like a slice of pita (haha) When moms was pregnant she was lightin reefer That's why I'm nice, in the middle of Alaska I'll write a heater I'm just cool and rough, hoody matchin my Adidas Pants with the permanent wrinkles like I am Ian Eagle I will make every last one of you guys believers Dudes is all lost, that's my word, I'm playin timer's keeper [Joe Budden] Treat me like a big brother, slash fifth tucker Let the cig snuff you, you a kid, f** ya co*ked AK, Mayday, listenin to +Dre Day+ Can't call me, dick in the mouth, somethin like Ray J They like Steve Irwin up against the stringray Heat up like ging ray, when somethin with the beans spray [Joell Ortiz] Uh, take a sip of E&J, then a little puff or two Get some bu*t, then kick out the s*ut, you's a bugaboo (haha) Weak dressers, in the ring I'm Mr. Wonderful Paul Orndorff, man y'all all soft and huggable Y'all dealin with a pro here, that don't care Y'all stiff and worn out like a closet with old gear And I ain't goin nowhere Producers know I'm the best thing over those snares But you speakers whack, Ortiz I overdose like the needle's packed I be's in a zone, then I give the speakers back [Joe Budden] Hold up Joell, the +Ether's+ back See I'm rap's Larry Johnson, redid my contract, now the Chief is back So blame it on fatigue Have you like Greg Oden, injured before your first game in the league I'm spendin old faces, n***as took my style Gotta steal my own sh** back like O.J. did Might size you and your spouse, have guys go in your house With ridges on the nose of the rifle like OW! POW!