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
Kill At Will
Joell Ortiz Lyrics
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I don't think you know who in it to win it
I spit it definitive
Ripping every lyric, they spit it ridiculous
Listen this kid is very gifted like
St nicholas, on the twenty fifth
Let's get it nigga we on!
They gave me a Blood diamond, Sierra Leone
Pass in the zone when ET
Pointed home he tried
Ringing my phone in other words we gone
Worse every verse a curse I need a clone
'Less I'm in the mirror I
Feel like I'm so alone
Animals and mammals that channel
My vocal tone
I'm the hannibal cleric so wanna bone
I'm a monster conquer rastas
Living past the choppas redenbacher poppin
Til the top off
Your mouth comes apart like hot pasta
A mobster when I chomp penne alla Vodka
Sorry that I'm braggadocious, but what
Matters most is, rappers notice
I'm in combat
Fully on the pack of roaches, and the back of
The stove I’m about to raid and spray it
They all flat i don't think they know
Who they playing with
I don't think they know who they playing with
Had to say this shit twice
Make sure I reiterated
It, your career hated it, hand it up
Basquiat painted it
Who do you impress? Doing advanced of
Night checks in the cemetery
Doing it to death move to the left
With your muscle shirt glued to your chest
News check, you're in school with a vet
I ill and kill at will
Teach em' a skill that's
Real you're no thrill
So just stand still and chill as I bill
Science I drill until my rhymes fill
Your head up cause I ill and kill at will
Teaching a skill that's real you're no thrill
So just stand still and chill as I bill
Science I drill until my rhymes fill
Your head up
Don't even get up, the teacher is teaching
So just shut up
Shyea!
Remember the time in the presence
Who enlightened the menace, who can
Rhyme like the best
With a co-sign from a legend
But when hiding your message with no sign
Of direction, but the eye is respected
In my eyes you're a peasant
Handing me nines like detention
Like they sliding a debit because
I will pretend this
And you sugarcoat your lyrics so much you gon
Make a diabetic die, die in bed
Full of die embedded (wow)
Back off of this
Mad artist will lack confidence
Mad obvious, cause he might be defensive
(Which means) he's hiding aggression (which
Means) he's fighting himself
(which means) his time will be endless (Ehhh
Let's go)
Everybody talking like you perfected this
Some kind of a method
But I see crack on the back of your diamond
Embedded, it's not even a kind of impressive
I'm trying to get it because
You do everything he do
Because everybody loves him
But nobody gonna pay for two
People doing one thing
So you might have views but
You cancelled the ticket
(Damn man) better get it (blam
Blam) when I kill it
(and fans) will be flipping
(handstands) like a
Gymnast (and) man in a minute (grand)
Stands will be biggest
(grand) can any woman (slam)
Stamp every lyric (Ayy)
That's why they root me for real
You said that you've never failed
But right now our fresh writers
You have gone stale
You caught red hand and you read
With your hands like brail
Hell naw, you ain't near it
I'm the epitome, the peak, the apex
The pinnacle of critics
I'll enter lyric with every piece of grammar
You might meet Token
But you will not meet his standards
I ill and kill at will
Teach em' a skill that's
Real you're no thrill
So just stand still and chill as I bill
Science I drill until my rhymes fill
Your head up
Don't even get up, the teacher is teaching
So just shut up
In the song "Kill At Will" by Joell Ortiz, the lyrics reflect his confidence and skill as a rapper. He starts off by asserting his determination to win and showcases his lyrical ability, comparing himself to St. Nicholas and expressing his gift for delivering powerful verses. He references Blood diamonds from Sierra Leone, using the metaphor to describe how he makes the beat rock like Celine Dion.
Ortiz then goes on to highlight his uniqueness in the rap game, mentioning how he feels alone and disconnected from other artists. He refers to himself as a "hannibal cleric," emphasizing his dominance and desire to conquer his competition. He cleverly incorporates wordplay and imagery, describing the impact he has on listeners and likening himself to a monster devouring penne alla Vodka.
In the second verse, Ortiz addresses other rappers who try to impress but lack the authenticity and skill that he possesses. He asserts himself as a teacher, dismissing their attempts and urging them to be silent. He reveals his frustration with artists who imitate popular trends and emphasizes the importance of creating one's own unique sound.
Overall, "Kill At Will" showcases Joell Ortiz's confidence, lyrical prowess, and disdain for inauthenticity in the rap industry. He aims to establish himself as a top-tier rapper who commands respect and sets a higher standard for the craft.
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: JOELL ORTIZ
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Cihtym
I loved this song when I first heard it before and the animation is still dope