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Let's start off with New York rapper Joell Ortiz. |
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He uhh, dropped an album on Koch then he was signed to Dr. Dre's Aftermath. |
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I remember him! And he came up here? |
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Yup! |
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He's the one that was drinkin the 40 in the video. |
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Right, well he's not signed to Dr. Dre anymore. |
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Looks like he was released from uhh, Aftermath. |
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That was short. |
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He never even got a chance to put out a single. |
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That was very short-lived, what happened? |
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[Joell Ortiz] |
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I don't know, shit, you tell me |
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All I did was made it a title of my new LP (Free Agent!) |
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I still got the streets in a frenzy |
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Still got that 40, but it's underneath the seat in my Chevy |
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I hop on any beat and I empty |
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When I'm squeezin my pen be sendin shots, e'rywhere like Dikembe |
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Rappers that you praise go out their way to befriend me |
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The rest stay out my way and probably pray they can end me |
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But let me make this so clear |
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My career's on a treadmill, I'm runnin this shit and ain't goin nowhere |
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Rockin on the scene with my team, all with no fears (Slaughter!) |
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'Til my pockets green like what's in between my nose hairs (ew!) |
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Nothin but flow here (look) |
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Like Puerto Rico when it's snowin in New York (what) oh yeah I go there |
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I'm fueled by the energy my foes share |
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I won't tap out, y'all assed out like the old Cher |
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Between me and you, rap dudes is so scared |
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I'm still in the hood with cashews and a cold beer |
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So not an industry nigga |
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Add 20 years and a beard to my elementary picture (Ortiz) |
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Same kid, same hunger, same drive |
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And I tip my hat to those that tried |
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But {"It's not the same"} - ever felt like you gotta do it? (man) |
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Well multiply that by a trillion, that's the YAOWA movement (ay!) |
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The reason that I get stupid and dumb when the track is movin |
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In order for God to find me, guess I had to lose it |
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I'm gone, flow strong but I still add subtractors to it |
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Imagine the dude you hear now, with a vast improvement |
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I'm harder than a blind man tryin to reconfigure a plastic Rubik |
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smeared in the nuclear reactor fluid |
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I parallel park grind, put my back into it |
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Know some Heathcliffs with spliffs, bunch of cats that blew it (damn!) |
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Failure? No, not me |
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That ain't gon' cut it, on my three |
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Look at sunshine through your cloudy doubt |
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My whole life been in a ring, don't ever count me out |
