[Joell Ortiz:]
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Hey Premier, this thing right here's for you
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For so many years, you gave niggas' ears the flu
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With them sick-ass drums and them nasty loops
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The one and only, had 'em stepping in they khaki suits
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It's unbelievable, emcees act like they don't know
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So I'm gonna take 'em down memory lane - I got you, yo
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Salute my nigga; he's a downtown swinga
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Gave us blood, sweat, and tears 'cause he seen the big picture
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And me, I'm on the come up, so when I be on the mic
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Shit is real, my friend - I go hard like that white
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Bring it on, handle your business
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None of y'all better come get me
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I'm a rap phenomenon, Pele lover
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Yay fit, brain sits in a New York state of mind
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I'm so ghetto; when this was dying, who played the front line with hip hop?
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A million and one questions bloom
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Who the fuck is Joell Ortiz? Then I looked up, then boom!
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I'm mister fresh air, the savior, the golden child
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The new crack with the soul of the oldest vial
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What you think I got this movement in motion for?
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I'm hot, like sand furthest from the ocean shore
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You can search long and hard - ain't no vocal flaws
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Every one of my punchlines give you a broken jaw
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Well, I hold it more; I'm supposed to score
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And you're supposed to sit on the bench like your toes is sore
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I'm a product of the stuff that I was raised around
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Rapped over this 'cause it's my project's favorite sound
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Boom! At night, they have fun with the lead
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Same shots that woke me probably put someone to bed
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I'm a come clean - it's sad, probably something was said
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Just to get a rep, and now another brother is dead
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This shit is wack to me, another tragedy
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Trying to be the star of a gang like Waxmaster C
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Primo Tribute
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Joell Ortiz |