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
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Joell Ortiz Lyrics
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Read all about me
That's what y'all might as well say, man
I see you, man
You ain't rootin' for me
You're watchin' me
I'm flattered, though
Various letters that connect with rhythms
Boy, don't be the next victim, I delivers with Gillette precision
You get popped like razor bumps all on your neck for itchin'
Try to come for the title, not your best decision
I put them Nikes on Ice, yeah, you get checked for slippin'
I'm number one when that number two pencil lead twistin', no lie
No whole wheat and no rye, I'm bred different
Been nice a long time, just in case you forgot
I don't care where you get your cut, they say my name in that shop
I don't care where the beat drop, I lay some flames and it pop
My pens dropped baddest thoughts, look like they make us a lot
I don't make records that the radio be playin' a lot
But that's cool, chain still weighin' a lot, I'm on the way to my spot
In the Benz truck, just bought my lady the drop
Haters watch as we him and her Mercedes the lot
I heard through the grapevine ain't worried 'bout mine
Ain't got nobody else business to mind?
Do you, I'll be fine like the taste of this wine
You don't see me takin' my time?
Sip slow, homie
Yeah, enjoy the show
Sip slow, homie
I'm watchin' 'em watch me, they sloppy, could never copy the papi
They do some pretty good renditions, but they not me
You're actually one world away, how you gon' stop me
When I'm cruisin' at a Mach 3 on moves with Annunakis
I'm cool where life got me, I'm way above that block poppin' Roxies
But still below duckin' paparazzis
And the flow? Well, that keeps me kinda cocky, I'm nice
The feature price five dice, on these mics screamin' "Yahtzee"
Y'all worried about mine, quick question, what is you up to?
Me? I'm makin' music with the idols that I grew up to
On stages in true blues, Jet Blues to Ws with cool views
Feel like a baby owl, who knew
Michelle's only son that sold crack in that circle'll
Be the same kid with gold plaques and commercials
'Cause he can really rap, no trap, no commercial
But this ain't me verse you, don't take it personal
I heard through the grapevine ain't worried 'bout mine
Ain't got nobody else business to mind?
Do you, I'll be fine like the taste of this wine
You don't see me takin' my time?
Sip slow, homie
Yeah, enjoy the show
Sip slow, homie
Extra, extra
Pay attention, there's something important happening
Read all about me
Find out all the details about my life
That's what y'all might as well say, man
That's how much attention I'm getting
I see you, man
I notice you watching me
You ain't rootin' for me
You're not supporting me
You're watchin' me
You're just observing what I do
I'm flattered, though
I appreciate the interest in me
I'm probably one of the illest in the flesh with writtens
I'm one of the best lyricists in person
Various letters that connect with rhythms
Different words that flow harmoniously with the beat
Boy, don't be the next victim, I delivers with Gillette precision
Don't become my next target, I deliver my rhymes with precision like a Gillette razor
You get popped like razor bumps all on your neck for itchin'
You'll face the consequences and get defeated like getting razor bumps from scratching your neck
Try to come for the title, not your best decision
If you try to challenge me for the top spot, it won't end well for you
I put them Nikes on Ice, yeah, you get checked for slippin'
I dominate and secure my position, and if you make a mistake, you'll face consequences
I'm number one when that number two pencil lead twistin', no lie
I excel in writing lyrics, and I'm confident in my skills
No whole wheat and no rye, I'm bred different
I'm unique and have a distinct talent
Been nice a long time, just in case you forgot
I've been skilled for a while, in case you've overlooked me
I don't care where you get your cut, they say my name in that shop
I don't care where you get your hair cut, my reputation is known everywhere
I don't care where the beat drop, I lay some flames and it pop
Regardless of the music playing, I deliver impressive verses
My pens dropped baddest thoughts, look like they make us a lot
My lyrics contain powerful ideas, making us stand out
I don't make records that the radio be playin' a lot
I don't create songs that receive heavy airplay on the radio
But that's cool, chain still weighin' a lot, I'm on the way to my spot
That's fine with me, my expensive chain still holds significance, and I'm progressing in my career
In the Benz truck, just bought my lady the drop
I'm driving in a luxurious Benz truck, and I recently purchased a convertible for my partner
Haters watch as we him and her Mercedes the lot
Detractors observe as my partner and I flaunt in our Mercedes cars
I heard through the grapevine ain't worried 'bout mine
I heard rumors, but I'm not concerned about my own matters
Ain't got nobody else business to mind?
Shouldn't you be focusing on your own affairs?
Do you, I'll be fine like the taste of this wine
You do what you want, I'll be content like enjoying the taste of wine
You don't see me takin' my time?
Can't you see that I'm not in a rush?
Sip slow, homie
Take it easy, my friend
Yeah, enjoy the show
Yes, appreciate the performance
I'm watchin' 'em watch me, they sloppy, could never copy the papi
I'm observing those who observe me, they lack skill and can never imitate me
They do some pretty good renditions, but they not me
They may attempt to mimic my style, but they can't match my authenticity
You're actually one world away, how you gon' stop me
You're far behind me, so how do you expect to hinder my progress?
When I'm cruisin' at a Mach 3 on moves with Annunakis
I'm making rapid progress, moving like I'm on a Mach 3 speed while utilizing advanced strategies
I'm cool where life got me, I'm way above that block poppin' Roxies
I'm content with the position life has put me in, I've risen above the dangerous neighborhood where drug abuse occurs
But still below duckin' paparazzis
However, I'm still avoiding the intrusive paparazzi
And the flow? Well, that keeps me kinda cocky, I'm nice
My rap flow boosts my confidence, I'm talented
The feature price five dice, on these mics screamin' "Yahtzee"
My appearance as a featured artist is highly valued, and on these microphones, it's like achieving a high score in the game Yahtzee
Y'all worried about mine, quick question, what is you up to?
You're concerned about my affairs, but can you answer, what are you doing?
Me? I'm makin' music with the idols that I grew up to
As for me, I'm creating music with the artists I idolized growing up
On stages in true blues, Jet Blues to Ws with cool views
Performing on various stages with genuine authenticity, from JetBlue Airways to luxury hotels with breathtaking views
Feel like a baby owl, who knew
I feel surprised and amazed, just like a baby owl
Michelle's only son that sold crack in that circle'll
Despite being the son of Michelle, I was involved in drug dealing within that community
Be the same kid with gold plaques and commercials
Now I've become the same person with gold records and appearing in commercials
'Cause he can really rap, no trap, no commercial
This happened because I have genuine rapping skills, no involvement in the drug trade or commercialized music
But this ain't me verse you, don't take it personal
However, this is not a direct competition between me and you, so don't feel attacked
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Joell Ortiz
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@Xtriminal
Intro]
Extra, extra
Read all about me
That's what y'all might as well say, man
I see you, man
You ain't rootin' for me
You're watchin' me
I'm flattered, though
[Verse 1]
I'm probably one of the illest in the flesh with writtens
Various letters that connect with rhythms
Boy, don't be the next victim, I delivers with Gillette precision
You get popped like razor bumps all on your neck for itchin'
To try to come for the title, not your best decision
I put them Nikes on Ice, yeah, you get checked for slippin'
I'm number one when that number two pencil lead twistin', no lie
No whole wheat and no rye, I'm bred different
Been nice a long time, just in case you forgot
I don't care where you get your cut, they say my name in that shop
I don't care where the beat drop, I lay some flames and it pop
My pens dropped baddest thoughts, look like they make us a lot
I don't make records that the radio be playin' a lot
But that's cool, chain still weighin' a lot, I'm on the way to my spot
In the Benz truck, just bought my lady the drop
Haters watch as we his and her Mercedes the lot
[Chorus]
I heard through the grapevine they worried 'bout mine
Ain't got nobody else business to mind?
Do you, I'll be fine like the taste of this wine
You don't see me takin' my time?
Sip slow, homie
Yeah, enjoy the show
Sip slow, homie
[Verse 2]
I'm watchin' 'em watch me, they sloppy, could never copy the papi
They do some pretty good renditions, but they not me
You're actually one world away, how you gon' stop me
When I'm cruisin' at a Mach 3 on moves with Annunakis
I'm cool where life got me, I'm way above that block poppin' Roxies
But still below duckin' paparazzis
And the flow? Well, that keeps me kinda cocky, I'm nice
The feature price five dice, on these mics screamin' "Yahtzee"
Y'all worried about mine, quick question, what is you up to?
Me? I'm makin' music with the idols that I grew up to
On stages in true blues, Jet Blues to Ws with cool views
Feel like a baby owl, who knew
Michelle's only son that sold crack in that circle'll
Be the same kid with gold plaques and commercials
'Cause he can really rap, no trap, no commercial
But this ain't me verse you, don't take it personal
[Chorus]
I heard through the grapevine they worried 'bout mine
Ain't got nobody else business to mind?
Do you, I'll be fine like the taste of this wine
You don't see me takin' my time?
Sip slow, homie
Yeah, enjoy the show
Sip slow, homie
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@terasliver
Thats real Hip Hop. Thank you Joell
@djayr1soulfulhouse838
Apollo brown might be my fave producer right now
@theguy7539
Havent heard actual hip hop in a minute, this shits fire
@zacharywhite4448
This shit is making my life worth living rn. Sip slow, homie!
@marlonescoto2882
Joell never let's you down with this real hip-hop shit fam!! 💣💣💯💯🔊🔊
@PapperPo
how does this talent fly under the radar. Shits hard af
@uriamudeltoro5075
THIS!!!!❤❤❤🔥 💥💣
@zakheledunjwa1302
DAMN DAMN , WE MISS THIS , WOW .DAMN
@MW-tv4mv
Incredible first verse, one of my favourites
@kylev1933
this album is magic Joell, we see you