On April 7, 2017, he released his second studio album ALL-AMERIKKKAN BADA$$ under Pro Era Records and Cinematic Music Group. The album was supported by three singles: Devastated, Land of the Free and Temptation. ALL-AMERIKKKAN BADA$$ received generally positive reviews from critics and debuted at number five on the US Billboard 200.
Five years following the release of his second studio album ALL-AMERIKKKAN BADA$$, he released the follow-up to his debut mixtape, 1999, ten years later on July 22, 2022. The name of this album, his third studio album, was 2000. During 2022, Joey released multiple singles to the album including Head High, Survivors Guilt, Zipcodes and 2 more. In the album, Joey goes over plenty of topic matters such as dealing with mental health, the passing of his friend Captial Steez and his cousin, Junior B, ten years later, and his overal life. 2000 debuted at No.18 on the Billboard 200 chart and sold roughly 22,000 album-equvialent units in its first week. The album was well perceived by fans and critcs, and was deemed to be a generally good lead up to his mixtape 1999.
Unorthodox
Joey Bada$$ Lyrics
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Everybody love 'em
On the regular
Lookin' at popular colored faces
Observing what my brothers faces in all races
Lost in generations before hatred
See with your eyes dilated for the sake of the Gs
Jack cheddar from the make believe
Break the trees on they eighth CD
Rocking the red and black lumberjack faithfully
I'm a Brooklyn nigga, basically I grind with the grimiest
Learn how to eat in the jungle full of hyenas
And vultures, don't worry what a verse will cost ya
From the young scorcher, just remember who taught ya
I'm gonna spark it off unorthodox
Won't sign to no major if no wager
Less than a 3 million offer off the top
I'll be in a box with my coughin' drops
Why settle for a office spot?
Niggas don't always make it off the block
Unless they extort rocks or support the cops
They still snitchin' let me guess, that's your mannequin?
Leave 'em shook while you're standing and quit the shenanigans
Have you panicking, induce damages 'til you're vanishing
Words are told properly, resort top sea examinin'
This is for my real hip hop fans and 'em
I dispose for 'em, leave fake MC's in the post mortem
Cause money ain't a thing if I got it I won't spend
All I got is my Pros, I don't need no friends
Feel like this glory road is coming to an end
The only soul that won't sin
No he won't give in
Yo this world is bone chillin'
Make meals in hell's kitchen with these dishes
Properly delivered drop trees in my swisher
And bring that back to my property wit ya
It ain't easy being this royal
When you got this much going for you
It ain't hard to be disloyal
Comin' straight from the soil with lines that never coil
Start to think pretty off new career with this spoil
The kid is that sick so expect more coffins
I'm the chosen one so you can expect more offerings
I be sonning niggas so expect less orphans
Best rapper alive hear that line used less often
Word to God I'm the best offering
BMX like Hoffman, BMF like Ross man
Young boss, man, got Jimmy Fallon endorsements
From porches, to Porsches, getting portions of fortune
They said next up so I stepped up
Fly like I dressed up
Bitches try to hang like left nuts
Like orangutans in the west of
Of the motherland, but I've got the swank of no other man
Brother man
They can't understand
Pro Era boys pop rubber band
Cause money ain't a thing if I got it I won't spend
All I got is my Pros, I don't need no friends
Feel like this glory road is coming to an end
The only soul that won't sin
No he won't give in
Yo this world is bone chillin'
Make meals in hell's kitchen with these dishes
Properly delivered drop trees in my swisher
And bring that back to my property wit ya
Everybody love 'em
We done came up
I'ma spark it off unorthodox
They don't feel the name, but they say the music dope though
I'ma spark it off unorthodox
On the regular
In Joey Bada$$'s song Unorthodox, he raps about his rise to success and how he maintains his authenticity as an artist while remaining true to himself. He calls out the music industry's rat race, where artists are pressured to conform to a particular image or sound to make it big. Instead, he chooses to embrace his roots and represent his Brooklyn community, which he describes as a "jungle full of hyenas and vultures." He also acknowledges the challenges that come with success, including the temptation to spend money frivolously and to compromise one's values to fit in. Despite this, he remains dedicated to his craft, refusing to sign a record deal unless the offer is at least $3 million.
Through his lyrics, Joey Bada$$ is celebrating the success he has achieved, but he also reminds listeners that true success is measured by staying true to oneself and by supporting those around you. He encourages fans to stay loyal to their roots and to never forget where they come from. He also expresses gratitude to his fans, acknowledging their support and love.
Line by Line Meaning
We done came up
Our success has been achieved
Everybody love 'em
We have widespread popularity
On the regular
It happens all the time, constantly
Lookin' at popular colored faces
Observing the faces of people of all races and statuses
Observing what my brothers faces in all races
Noticing the unique challenges and hardships that people of color face
Lost in generations before hatred
Falling victim to a cycle of racism and hate that has been passed down for generations
See with your eyes dilated for the sake of the Gs
Stay aware and alert for the sake of the group's well-being
But keep it sacred G, fuck a rat race, we take the cheese
Although we strive for success, we won't sacrifice our values for it
Jack cheddar from the make believe
Taking the profits that others have created but aren't really theirs
Break the trees on they eighth CD
Smoking marijuana to cope with the stress of the industry
Rocking the red and black lumberjack faithfully
Staying true to one's roots and hometown while pursuing fame and fortune
I'm a Brooklyn nigga, basically I grind with the grimiest
I am a person from Brooklyn and I associate with hardworking, determined people
Learn how to eat in the jungle full of hyenas
Learning how to survive in a cut-throat industry
And vultures, don't worry what a verse will cost ya
Avoiding people who only care about money and what you can do for them
From the young scorcher, just remember who taught ya
Even as a successful artist, never forget those who helped you reach that point
I'm gonna spark it off unorthodox
I am about to start something new and innovative
Won't sign to no major if no wager
I won't sign with a record label unless they offer me a lot of money
Less than a 3 million offer off the top
I won't accept anything less than a $3 million deal upfront
I'll be in a box with my coughin' drops
I won't compromise my values even if it means not being as financially successful
Why settle for a office spot?
Why choose a boring, traditional career path when there are so many other opportunities out there?
Niggas don't always make it off the block
Not everyone gets a chance to succeed and leave their hometown
Unless they extort rocks or support the cops
Success in some communities requires either drug dealing or working with law enforcement
They still snitchin' let me guess, that's your mannequin?
People are still snitching and betraying their friends and associates
Leave 'em shook while you're standing and quit the shenanigans
Cut ties with people who are disloyal and dishonest
Have you panicking, induce damages 'til you're vanishing
Make your enemies nervous and take them out of the picture
Words are told properly, resort top sea examinin'
My words are carefully chosen and meaningful
This is for my real hip hop fans and 'em
My music is for true fans of the genre
I dispose for 'em, leave fake MC's in the post mortem
I make music for people who appreciate it and disregard those who don't
Cause money ain't a thing if I got it I won't spend
I value money and won't waste it on frivolous things
All I got is my Pros, I don't need no friends
I am self-reliant and don't rely on others for success
Feel like this glory road is coming to an end
I recognize that my career may not last forever
The only soul that won't sin
I am the only person who won't make mistakes
No he won't give in
I won't compromise my values or beliefs
Yo this world is bone chillin'
The world can be harsh and unforgiving
Make meals in hell's kitchen with these dishes
Using my struggles and hardships to create something positive
Properly delivered drop trees in my swisher
Smoking weed to help cope with the stress and pressure of the industry
And bring that back to my property wit ya
Using marijuana to help me relax and unwind at home
It ain't easy being this royal
Being successful and famous has its own unique set of challenges
When you got this much going for you
When you have achieved a certain level of success
It ain't hard to be disloyal
It can be difficult to maintain loyal relationships when you are successful
Comin' straight from the soil with lines that never coil
My music comes from the heart and is honest and authentic
Start to think pretty off new career with this spoil
I am considering using my success to transition to a new career
The kid is that sick so expect more coffins
I am extremely talented and expect to continue making great music
I'm the chosen one so you can expect more offerings
I am destined for greatness and will continue to create meaningful music
I be sonning niggas so expect less orphans
I am dominating the rap game and leaving my competition in the dust
Best rapper alive hear that line used less often
My talent is unmatched and I am one of the best rappers currently in the game
Word to God I'm the best offering
I am blessed and talented, and my music is a gift to the world
BMX like Hoffman, BMF like Ross man
I am a skilled rapper and command as much power and respect as BMX rider Mat Hoffman and drug trafficker Demetrius Flenory (AKA Big Meech)
Young boss, man, got Jimmy Fallon endorsements
I am a young boss and have earned the respect of talk show host Jimmy Fallon
From porches, to Porsches, getting portions of fortune
From humble beginnings, I have earned a fortune and enjoy the fruits of my labor
They said next up so I stepped up
People recognized my talent and potential, so I rose to the occasion
Fly like I dressed up
I am stylish and confident
Bitches try to hang like left nuts
Women try to get close to me and ride my coattails to success
Like orangutans in the west of
Trying to be like me and follow in my footsteps
Of the motherland, but I've got the swank of no other man
I am proud of my heritage and culture, but also have a unique style and personality
Brother man
A term of endearment for another black man
They can't understand
People can't comprehend my talent and success
Pro Era boys pop rubber band
The members of my rap collective, Pro Era, are successful and wealthy
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Jo-Vaughn Virginie Scott
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@ccallum44
Intro]
We done came up
Everybody love ‘em
On the regular
[Verse 1]
Lookin’ at popular colored faces
Observing what my brothers faces in all races
Lost in generations before hatred
See with your eyes dilated for the sake of the Gs
But keep it sacred G, fuck a rat race, we take the cheese
Jack cheddar from the make believe
Break the trees on they eighth CD
Rocking the red and black lumberjack faithfully
I’m a Brooklyn nigga, basically I grind with the grimiest
Learn how to eat in the jungle full of hyenas
And vultures, don’t worry what a verse will cost ya
From the young scorcher, just remember who taught ya
Imma spark it off unorthodox
Won’t sign to no major if no wager
Less than a 3 million offer off the top
I’ll be in a box with my coughin’ drops
Why settle for a office spot?
Niggas don’t always make it off the block
Unless they extort rocks or support the cops
They still snitchin’ - let me guess: that’s your mannequin?
Leave ‘em shook while you’re standing and quit the shenanigans
Have you panicking, induce damages ‘til you’re vanishing
Words are told properly, resort top sea examinin'
This is for my real hip hop fans and ‘em
I dispose for 'em, leave fake MC’s in the post mortem
[Chorus]
Cause money ain’t a thing if I got it I won’t spend
All I got is my Pros, I don’t need no friends
Feel like this glory road is coming to an end
The only soul that won’t sin
No he won’t give in
Yo this world is bone chillin’
Make meals in hell’s kitchen with these dishes
Properly delivered drop trees in my swisher
And bring that back to my property wit ya
[Verse 2]
It ain’t easy being this royal
When you got this much going for you
It ain’t hard to be disloyal
Comin’ straight from the soil with lines that never coil
Start to think pretty off new career with this spoil
The kid is that sick so expect more coffins
I’m the chosen one so you can expect more offerings
I be sonning niggas so expect less orphans
Best rapper alive hear that line used less often
Word to God I’m the best offering
BMX like Hoffman, BMF like Boss-man
Young boss, man, got Jimmy Fallon endorsements
From porches, to Porsches, getting portions of fortune
They said next up so I stepped up
Fly like I dressed up
Bitches try to hang like left nuts
Like orangutans in the west of
Of the motherland, but I’ve got the swank of no other man
Brother man
They can’t understand
Pro Era boys pop rubber band
[Chorus]
Cause money ain’t a thing if I got it I won’t spend
All I got is my Pros, I don’t need no friends
Feel like this glory road is coming to an end
The only soul that won’t sin
No he won’t give in
Yo this world is bone chillin’
Make meals in hell’s kitchen with these dishes
Properly delivered drop trees in my swisher
And bring that back to my property wit ya
[Outro]
Everybody love ‘em
We done came up
I’ma spark it off unorthodox
They don’t feel the name, but they say the music dope though
I’ma spark it off unorthodox
On the regular
@yintavious
We done came up
Everybody love 'em
On the regular
Lookin' at popular colored faces
Observing what my brothers faces in all races
Lost in generations before hatred
See with your eyes dilated for the sake of the Gs
But keep it sacred G, fuck a rat race, we take the cheese
Jack cheddar from the make believe
Break the trees on they eighth CD
Rocking the red and black lumberjack faithfully
I'm a Brooklyn nigga, basically I grind with the grimiest
Learn how to eat in the jungle full of hyenas
And vultures, don't worry what a verse will cost ya
From the young scorcher, just remember who taught ya
I'm gonna spark it off unorthodox
Won't sign to no major if no wager
Less than a 3 million offer off the top
I'll be in a box with my coughin' drops
Why settle for a office spot?
Niggas don't always make it off the block
Unless they extort rocks or support the cops
They still snitchin' let me guess, that's your mannequin?
Leave 'em shook while you're standing and quit the shenanigans
Have you panicking, induce damages 'til you're vanishing
Words are told properly, resort top sea examinin'
This is for my real hip hop fans and 'em
I dispose for 'em, leave fake MC's in the post mortem
Cause money ain't a thing if I got it I won't spend
All I got is my Pros, I don't need no friends
Feel like this glory road is coming to an end
The only soul that won't sin
No he won't give in
Yo this world is bone chillin'
Make meals in hell's kitchen with these dishes
Properly delivered drop trees in my swisher
And bring that back to my property wit ya
It ain't easy being this royal
When you got this much going for you
It ain't hard to be disloyal
Comin' straight from the soil with lines that never coil
Start to think pretty off new career with this spoil
The kid is that sick so expect more coffins
I'm the chosen one so you can expect more offerings
I be sonning niggas so expect less orphans
Best rapper alive hear that line used less often
Word to God I'm the best offering
BMX like Hoffman, BMF like Ross man
Young boss, man, got Jimmy Fallon endorsements
From porches, to Porsches, getting portions of fortune
They said next up so I stepped up
Fly like I dressed up
Bitches try to hang like left nuts
Like orangutans in the west of
Of the motherland, but I've got the swank of no other man
Brother man
They can't understand
Pro Era boys pop rubber band
Cause money ain't a thing if I got it I won't spend
All I got is my Pros, I don't need no friends
Feel like this glory road is coming to an end
The only soul that won't sin
No he won't give in
Yo this world is bone chillin'
Make meals in hell's kitchen with these dishes
Properly delivered drop trees in my swisher
And bring that back to my property wit ya
Everybody love 'em
We done came up
I'ma spark it off unorthodox
They don't feel the name, but they say the music dope though
I'ma spark it off unorthodox
On the regular
@budmorealni
Joey is only 19, but is one of the best MCs alive. Real hope for hip-hop, thank you Brooklyn for raising legends!
@fcmastering
***** Maaaaaan, that Is his own honest point of view and opinionated statement towards Joey's music career, you moronic knucklehead. Why In the world, would you leave a negative ass comment comparing an uplifting compliment to the "US debt" that's becoming even more fucked up by the day thanks to the government. Why would you say/do that? And at the "Real hope for Hip Hop" Well, to that I say: Many Hip Hop, legends from Talib Kweli, Slum Village, R.A The Rugged Man, Buckshot, DJ Premier, Jay-Z to Jay Electronica, and MF DOOM, has acknowledged Joey, as an artist to respect. And honestly, Joey, Is someone who adds hope for Hip Hop too! I mean think about It, he made people fall In love with boom bap beats again. He kinda made "The underground" mainstream again (which Is fucking cool) So why be such a party pooper broski? Damn, bruh. Your avatar Isn't anything to thumb up. I'm disappointed :/ That Icon, Is supposed to only be used at awesome events :C
@fcmastering
***** Dudey. how would a random Individual know that him expressing his thoughts In his own way (down In the comment section) would get other people butthurt. Look, the fact Is, when I bought my first computer, and Internet DSL box, I didn't sign any contract created by the president or Bill Gates of agreeing to get harassed by unknown people for no fucking reason, just because I said something that other people don't agree with. And keep It mind that this Is not about: Racism Politics News or anything that serious to throw a fit about. You basically wasted yours, and my life on arguing about music. Smh
@SIRHENNY1
***** He's better then 98% of today's mainstream crap lets be real now lol. You can't get mad cause niggas is putting him up with the greats. Fucking Big L is a top 5 rapper but barley has any music to back the claim that he should be. Don't be salty on the tube.
@SIRHENNY1
***** But he's nice though you can't help but compare him with the best. But his Skill is nothing compared to Capital STEEZ. if you had listen to him blindly you would thought he was a grown man. On the other hand Joey Bada$$ has raw talent, you give him a beat he'll give you a dope song. Guys like Him, Kendrick, J.Cole, they're the Hip Hop saviors people have been dying for. It don't matter if you KNOWN or not Joey could rap circles around kanye. That's all that matters he can rap, an he happens to be a beast. At the end of the day all mainstream does is put a lil change in your pocket. You ask any hip hop head who Joey bada$$ is they'll know, who your talking about he was a XXL Freshman. He's already big, the masses don't want to listen to a guy like Joey, they want to listen to future, and drake. I can't compare kanye to tupac or biggie or big pun or nas. I can make that argument with Joey or kendrick or j.cole.
@SIRHENNY1
***** I get what you mean
@TillInfinity
Still listening to this in 2021 classic Joey
@quisetv1082
Same here
@maserattidotty7247
No🧢
@IIXRUNTHISSHITXII
Same cuz 💯