Joell Ortiz is a Puerto Rican American rapper from Brooklyn, New York forme… Read Full Bio ↴Joell Ortiz is a Puerto Rican American rapper from Brooklyn, New York formerly signed to Dr. Dre's Aftermath Entertainment record label. He was featured in the Unsigned Hype column of the March 2004 issue of The Source Magazine and was also selected as Chairman's Choice in XXL Magazine. During the same time Joell also went on to win the 2004 EA Sports Battle which earned his song Mean Business a spot on the NBA Live 2005 soundtrack. The same year he was offered a contract to Jermaine Dupri's So So Def label. The deal quickly went sour which caused Joell to start a beef with Jermaine. Joell has since collaborated with KRS-One and Kool G. Rap as well as working on his first album on Aftermath.
Joell will release his street album called "The Brick (Bodega Chronicles)" April 24 on Koch Records. The album was recorded while Joell was trying to get signed and going through some tough times personally. Even though he is signed to Aftermath Entertainment, Dr.Dre allowed him to release the street album on Koch Records. The Brick will feature productions from DJ Premier, Showbiz, The Alchemist, Domingo, Ho Chi from Killahertz Productions, Lil' Fame of M.O.P., Novel, and Moss, among others. Guest spots will include Big Daddy Kane, Styles P, Big Noyd, M.O.P, Akon, Immortal Technique, Grafh, Ras Kass, Stimuli, and Novel.
He is currently part of the hip-hop supergroup Slaughterhouse
Joell will release his street album called "The Brick (Bodega Chronicles)" April 24 on Koch Records. The album was recorded while Joell was trying to get signed and going through some tough times personally. Even though he is signed to Aftermath Entertainment, Dr.Dre allowed him to release the street album on Koch Records. The Brick will feature productions from DJ Premier, Showbiz, The Alchemist, Domingo, Ho Chi from Killahertz Productions, Lil' Fame of M.O.P., Novel, and Moss, among others. Guest spots will include Big Daddy Kane, Styles P, Big Noyd, M.O.P, Akon, Immortal Technique, Grafh, Ras Kass, Stimuli, and Novel.
He is currently part of the hip-hop supergroup Slaughterhouse
125 Part 1
Joell Ortiz Lyrics
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"I don't know what I'm gonna do"
Huh i do get low ha
Bar none, when I spit a bar, I spit a bar
Hennessy, Hypnotic, Patron
Courvoisier, Grey Goose
I grill niggas, spit a barbecue
Committing drive-bys out a grey Coupe
When I start drowning rappers, dawg
It ain't cute
Till every person in they group
Turn blue like they Snoop
Watch face blue, but I'm grimey duke
I like most of y'all niggas
Better in your shiney suit's
At the hood, after hours
When I'm on the loose
Cause I hang with troops like
Sadaam on a noose
So fuck what y'all trying to
Pass off as the truth
I done jumped from the earth
And touched the Universe's roof
Crash landed back on planet like meteor
Dust off my white tee
And lift Lamborghini doors
I keep me a meaty whore
Trini in bikini, apple martini whore
Y'all niggas is CB4 my niggas in CDC
Bounty hunter ECG dipping Newports into PCP
Give a mic to me is UFC on Spike TV
Niggas talk gangsta shit but he ain't one
Till he see that gun and
Realize nobody really love you
Like New York on VH1
I'm the ghetto experiment pop in at any son
Me and the project, project
Projecting objects at anyone
Blackjack bitches, that's 21
Dare any nigga to be a dollar and see
You want the king of the
West then holler at me
Who's been eating? I haven't daddy
Just been the booth's Houdini
Working my magic scrappy
Industry jabbing at me
I'm just trying to keep my marriage happy
But the politics and the games driving
Me crazy like an Arab cabbie
Still I never quit
Def Jam's president, from up the block
Around the corner
Down the street, where I'm selling it
Who said, "Joell is sick"?
Man I'm on the deathbed
I wrote this on the bedspread
With IV in my wrist i am him
The product of a moms who got high and
A father who ain't say "bye" to them
His family that is
Know that y'all can never break me
Look in my eyes, listen up guysdon't make me
Only a rookie in the game's eyes
Been doing this since I was yeeh high
It's alright to be shook
I will turn your first album
Into a library book
C'mon let's skim through the
Pages in my diary, look
18 I rock those stretchers
19 I dropped a 12 inch rawkus Records
That's when I hooked up with G Rap
It's nothing, bang
Y'all heard the streets feedback
At 25 I'm the outcome
Of everything between that
Y'all know I'm everything y'all want to be
I do the shit you never do
I feel it when you look at me
I'd kill myself if I was you you
See, but luckily I'm not
I used to run in labels like
"You should fuck with me I'm hot"
By now I could have sold some mills and
Showed that I was so for real
While your roster fucked around
Like Lauren Hill's
Let me stop, I ain't hating on nobody
It's like the whole world
Is waiting on somebody
They say that I'm the obvious replacement
I just say this shit's a hobby
Lot of new rappers waiting in the lobby
But I'm coming up
Me and Joell, do it so well
Niggas either want to throw shells
Or ride on our coattails oh well
Go tell someone I'm coming
I'm sonning niggas without
Touching they mother there's no one above me
I told y'all that I was a problem
Rappers started studying me like
They could solve it listen close
I got a 9 times 5 i pop 3 times 2
Add drama
Take away your respect and divide you
In half
For your math I do this til I'm through
Living life, breathing breath
I bring death to your whole crew
I don't know if there's a better MC
Some people get better with time
I say the time's getting better with me
I got, I got my rhymes tight
The streets gave Sha light
Now you see me holding
C-Notes like the Chi-Lites
It's The Present motherfucker
I got unhappy soldiers
Esse that clappy clappy toaster
That turn you brains into nasty tapioca
Ewwww then I hop back on over
To drop autograph while I'm
Autographing a poster i'm in the cut like
Change stashed in a sofa
I'm Hennessy straight
You a pretty ass glass of mimosa you a bum
I caught you trying to go half on a soda
You make the change
I use the stash in my loafer
So it don't matter what I pack in a holster
Cause I slash you till I scratch the
Plaque off the back of your molar
It'll cut through the back of a boulder
Owwww got a pack full of soldiers
With a bag of explosives
And they clapping them toasters that can
Detach your back from your shoulders
After I blow your little daughter out
The back of her stroller
And the ricochet will blow her
Back in the stroller
Cause that gat caliber has the motor
Out the back of a roaster vrrrom
Get drunk and try to spaz you joker
Till I punch you in your face
And move your back tooth over
I'll knock 'em down your throat
You gag, you choke up
Then I bet by the time your lungs collapse
You sober breathe easy
Back don't ya i'm a crack donor
So my tax write off is a crack smoker
Aaaayyyyye i ain't battling no one so
Don't bring a challenger over
If I wanted a challenger I'd battle my poster
I ain't never met a thug
That my slugs ain't like
I never met one who lived or walked straight
When they all hit right
Head or the back you parents
Are attending a mass
Centered around that box wood
Lacquered in black
With you you laying stiff in the cushion
While I'm pushing a 'Lac
Past the church while your family's looking
Over your face, me driving over the bridge
With coke in a space sealed
By placing a switch
If life is a bitch then she fuck me nice
Boxed up for seven joints now she pregnant
Bout to birth me yikes
My first born at least, VS1
My seed cultivating
That love grow out of weed and concealed guns
Triple beam lust
Finger fucking them grams that make twins
Out of one in my hand
My connected weight set me apart
The potential to flood it like when
Noah finished building the Ark colombian
Moving coke is an art
If Michelangelo was Pablo
Gab Gotcha gotta be Picasso
I rock flows and crush
Rocks for your nostrils
Clutch Glocks that pop when that
Blow make you hostile
Parce, cojalo suave, or I unload a clip
And siamese twin your head and the lobby
Silicone tips makes vests sizzle
Implants in your chest like fake tit's
Holes size of your nipples nigga
Gab Gotcha crown City nigga
Huh i do get low ha
Bar none, when I spit a bar, I spit a bar
Hennessy, Hypnotic, Patron
Courvoisier, Grey Goose
I grill niggas, spit a barbecue
When I start drowning rappers, dawg
It ain't cute
Till every person in they group
Turn blue like they Snoop
Watch face blue, but I'm grimey duke
I like most of y'all niggas
Better in your shiney suit's
At the hood, after hours
When I'm on the loose
Cause I hang with troops like
Sadaam on a noose
So fuck what y'all trying to
Pass off as the truth
I done jumped from the earth
And touched the Universe's roof
Crash landed back on planet like meteor
Dust off my white tee
And lift Lamborghini doors
I keep me a meaty whore
Trini in bikini, apple martini whore
Y'all niggas is CB4 my niggas in CDC
Bounty hunter ECG dipping Newports into PCP
Give a mic to me is UFC on Spike TV
Niggas talk gangsta shit but he ain't one
Till he see that gun and
Realize nobody really love you
Like New York on VH1
I'm the ghetto experiment pop in at any son
Me and the project, project
Projecting objects at anyone
Blackjack bitches, that's 21
Dare any nigga to be a dollar and see
You want the king of the
West then holler at me
Who's been eating? I haven't daddy
Just been the booth's Houdini
Working my magic scrappy
Industry jabbing at me
I'm just trying to keep my marriage happy
But the politics and the games driving
Me crazy like an Arab cabbie
Still I never quit
Def Jam's president, from up the block
Around the corner
Down the street, where I'm selling it
Who said, "Joell is sick"?
Man I'm on the deathbed
I wrote this on the bedspread
With IV in my wrist i am him
The product of a moms who got high and
A father who ain't say "bye" to them
His family that is
Know that y'all can never break me
Look in my eyes, listen up guysdon't make me
Only a rookie in the game's eyes
Been doing this since I was yeeh high
It's alright to be shook
I will turn your first album
Into a library book
C'mon let's skim through the
Pages in my diary, look
18 I rock those stretchers
19 I dropped a 12 inch rawkus Records
That's when I hooked up with G Rap
It's nothing, bang
Y'all heard the streets feedback
At 25 I'm the outcome
Of everything between that
Y'all know I'm everything y'all want to be
I do the shit you never do
I feel it when you look at me
I'd kill myself if I was you you
See, but luckily I'm not
I used to run in labels like
"You should fuck with me I'm hot"
By now I could have sold some mills and
Showed that I was so for real
While your roster fucked around
Like Lauren Hill's
Let me stop, I ain't hating on nobody
It's like the whole world
Is waiting on somebody
They say that I'm the obvious replacement
I just say this shit's a hobby
Lot of new rappers waiting in the lobby
But I'm coming up
Me and Joell, do it so well
Niggas either want to throw shells
Or ride on our coattails oh well
Go tell someone I'm coming
I'm sonning niggas without
Touching they mother there's no one above me
I told y'all that I was a problem
Rappers started studying me like
They could solve it listen close
I got a 9 times 5 i pop 3 times 2
Add drama
Take away your respect and divide you
In half
For your math I do this til I'm through
Living life, breathing breath
I bring death to your whole crew
I don't know if there's a better MC
Some people get better with time
I say the time's getting better with me
I got, I got my rhymes tight
The streets gave Sha light
Now you see me holding
C-Notes like the Chi-Lites
It's The Present motherfucker
I got unhappy soldiers
Esse that clappy clappy toaster
That turn you brains into nasty tapioca
Ewwww then I hop back on over
To drop autograph while I'm
Autographing a poster i'm in the cut like
Change stashed in a sofa
I'm Hennessy straight
You a pretty ass glass of mimosa you a bum
I caught you trying to go half on a soda
You make the change
I use the stash in my loafer
So it don't matter what I pack in a holster
Cause I slash you till I scratch the
Plaque off the back of your molar
It'll cut through the back of a boulder
Owwww got a pack full of soldiers
With a bag of explosives
And they clapping them toasters that can
Detach your back from your shoulders
After I blow your little daughter out
The back of her stroller
And the ricochet will blow her
Back in the stroller
Cause that gat caliber has the motor
Out the back of a roaster vrrrom
Get drunk and try to spaz you joker
Till I punch you in your face
And move your back tooth over
I'll knock 'em down your throat
You gag, you choke up
Then I bet by the time your lungs collapse
You sober breathe easy
Back don't ya i'm a crack donor
So my tax write off is a crack smoker
Aaaayyyyye i ain't battling no one so
Don't bring a challenger over
If I wanted a challenger I'd battle my poster
I ain't never met a thug
That my slugs ain't like
I never met one who lived or walked straight
When they all hit right
Head or the back you parents
Are attending a mass
Centered around that box wood
Lacquered in black
With you you laying stiff in the cushion
While I'm pushing a 'Lac
Past the church while your family's looking
Over your face, me driving over the bridge
With coke in a space sealed
By placing a switch
If life is a bitch then she fuck me nice
Boxed up for seven joints now she pregnant
Bout to birth me yikes
My first born at least, VS1
My seed cultivating
That love grow out of weed and concealed guns
Triple beam lust
Finger fucking them grams that make twins
Out of one in my hand
My connected weight set me apart
The potential to flood it like when
Noah finished building the Ark colombian
Moving coke is an art
If Michelangelo was Pablo
Gab Gotcha gotta be Picasso
I rock flows and crush
Rocks for your nostrils
Clutch Glocks that pop when that
Blow make you hostile
Parce, cojalo suave, or I unload a clip
And siamese twin your head and the lobby
Silicone tips makes vests sizzle
Implants in your chest like fake tit's
Holes size of your nipples nigga
Gab Gotcha crown City nigga
The lyrics to Joell Ortiz's song "125 Part 1" are a powerful and boastful display of the rapper's skills and confidence. The song begins with the line, "I don't know what I'm gonna do," which could suggest a feeling of uncertainty or pressure. However, the rest of the lyrics contradict this sentiment, as Joell Ortiz delivers a barrage of clever wordplay and aggressive imagery.
Throughout the song, Ortiz showcases his ability to deliver intricate rhyme schemes and metaphors. He references various alcoholic beverages, likening his rapping skills to the potency and impact of different liquors. He also boasts about his ability to take on his competition, comparing his rap skills to grilling meat on a barbecue and his aggressiveness to committing drive-bys out of a car.
Ortiz further emphasizes his dominance and street credibility by referencing hanging with troops like Saddam Hussein and alluding to violence. He also addresses his position in the rap industry, stating that he could have achieved mainstream success but chose to maintain his authenticity. He criticizes other rappers for trying to be gangsters but not truly understanding the consequences. Ortiz declares himself the king of the West Coast and asserts that nobody can match his skills.
Overall, "125 Part 1" is a lyrical showcase that demonstrates Joell Ortiz's confidence, wordplay, and aggression. The lyrics paint a picture of a skilled and experienced rapper who is unafraid to assert his dominance and challenge his competition.
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: JOELL ORTIZ
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