Joell Ortiz - 125 Pt. 1 (The Bio) lyrics

[Intro] Mirror mirror on the wall Who's the most feared up and coming emcee of them all [Verse] Joell Ortiz but of course you crazy? That kid's been nothing but short of awesome lately His mixtape received 4 stars in the U.K Turned S.O.B's down several Tuesdays Valet it up on hot 9 with Kay Slay He on NBA Live 05 Cuz EA sponsored the rap battle last year that he won A flight from L.A. headed back to where he from Six hours so he copped a little something to read son Source Mag page 66 was a regun He got Unsigned Hype the recognition had begun Very next Monday was XXL's Chairman Choice Recently the P.R. Parade got to hear his voice Now he back in XXL this time show and prove Cuz he writing hit records and his shows improved He's the dude you need to worry about Three more mixtapes done he fina' put those out Thats how he laugh at doubt If I was you I would clear his path Cuz everything about him say you wouldn't really wanna feel his wrath He turned down three deals this last month Labels playing tug a war with his name, he who they want He signing over here "Nope", He signing over here "Nope" The both of ya'll wrong, he grinding over there In a city near you trying to strengthen his fan base Layin down cuts like a band-aid Know how many dudes this man paid, the list is endless He carried big crates just to get in the club And when he got in the club he gave out his mixtapes His work ethic is great, his drives like T-Mac's You let him go or share a poster, RELAX Ease back give him room to breathe All those who hated will all soon believe All those who made it will all soon just leave Once their fans get a whif of Mister Ortiz He spits it raw please, don't confuse him with these other cats He's a full workout they three jumping jacks Front to back he's an obstacle to overcome I mean you know nothing's impossible but don't be dumb He grew up in Cooper Projects so you know he's slum The only child, homie wild, he the only one I ever heard nick named the Peoples Champ Underdog all his life earned his stripes doing things he ain't like Like igniting the fifth all night hugging the strip serving a pregnant b**h hard white He happy that his mom's never s**ed a gla** pipe She use to sniff, getting her off that sh** was a fight Why the f** you think homeboy go hard when he writes Trying to make his future bright cuz his past got him tight His cash might be light, pockets empty kid But same time next year its MTV Cribs He put his life on it twice on it To make sure he can't ask that, his crib must gon' have a nice price on it Chandalier's with the ice on it, Persian rugs with no mice on it Huge T.V screens with cla**ics episodes of Miami Vice on it Indoor pool and the floor got a mic on it Plaques all over the wall with his name engraved nice on it Man listen his ambition gonna have the game locked like the box in San Quentin Fin to win his race cuz he ran different In through the nose out through the mouth Not worrying bout his competition radio clout Look straight same pace let them n***a's be out They true colors gonna show later on, when they breathing all heavy and they legs is worn Duke gone from having an ill buzz in the street Yo yo, don't nobody give a f** when he speak I know, it could happen in a couple of weeks Lifes a b**h ain't it? But me I love every picture that this kid painted He the difference between artists and rappers Artists draw hits, rappers take flicks Other rappers trace-it, man these n***a's ain't sh** Everything's ba-sic, they should claim the same clique That's why everything he give hip hop came sick Like the syringe in the vein of an AIDS patient Kane spit on this BK remix take that The kid is co-signed by the dudes who made rap Face facts G Rap told Mike he got a problem on his hands Mike is Joell's A & R just so y'all understand KRS responded with one word "Damn" The cyphers complete once he shake Rakim hand He a one man movement General, Colonel, Sargent, Major, Private, and them youngin's on the front lines shooting Gun high trooping through this war with his music And he ain't gonna stop till he drop get use to it He speak English fluent his spanish pequeño So doing reggaeton is a slight problemo, plus he sound moreno They ain't know he was spanish till he transformed form quick and got his government established But none of this matters, if you nice you nice You could be Ethiopian rhyming for rice You could be Hatian trying to rhyme for your rights You could be South African writing rhymes for ice You could be Cuban rhyming to cop you a nice, little boat that'll make it to the U.S. coast over-night It is what it is, in this biz you live When you die, that's when your records sales sky high He tryin to rep while he alive, his heart still beatin' Brain still dumbin' his nerves still tweakin' Stomach still growlin' cuz what he's eatin Ain't enough, bring the twelve gauge out its duck season Give him one reason your career is gone Say his name on a song he'll put yours on a tombstone Not a pizza either, I'm talkin everybody black down crying to the words of a speakin preacher (Amen) He's a deep believer, in what goes around comes around and whats coming around is dope And what went around is his name and the strength of his flow His ill show his radio appearances and mo' Some things is maybe's and some things for sure Some n***as is crazy and some n***a's M.O Some n***a's is lazy and some n***a's just won't stop working till they get what they deserve, ya know! That n***a is Joe E double L O R-Tiz, pa' please you one match in the snow He's like a crib on the sun sitting next to the fireplace with the heater on a million and one This young man is hot he'll sun tan your block He gon' keep firing, your gun jam alot Heat rise, expect to see this man on the top... [Outro] Mirror mirror on the wall Who's the most feared up and coming emcee of them all Joell Ortiz what they call you crazy That kid has been nothing but short of awesome lately