Murder Songtext

von Joell Ortiz

Oh, yeah...
It's him again! [scratches] (Joell Ortiz!)
Y'all know the voice! [scratches]
Always bless you with a new joint, - shit you never heard;
I need a place to lay low, bro, cause this one is murder!
Yaaa, check! - Cool as a faaan, fresh as a new leather, (new leather!)
The new member in an argument of who's better. (ch'eah!)
The cool cheddar keep it New Yorican. (yup!)
In a Hoopty gettin' brain from a chain on the Major Deegan! (UGGH!)
The haters speakin', never mind playa! (naah!)
The block ex-crack dime shaver turned best rhyme sayer. (Yaowa!)
The candy chewer, Laffy Taffy over Life Saver, (ch'eah!)
The orgasm every time, that's what the pipe gave her. (BOOM!)
The gutter dweller, never nice neighbors! (nope!)
The sour mixin with the Jack Daniel's to give it nice flavor. (aaaahh!)
The back in the days type gamer,
They used to hate Super Nintendo, nigga, that used to like Sega! (hahaaa!)
The clawed his way in the door rapper that's like Vega,
Never killed nobody, in that booth he's such a life taker. (ch'eah!)
The every other night somebody else's wife scraper, (uhh!)
The nigga makin' veterans look like a 9th grader!
You goddamn right I'm that nigga! [scratches] (Joell Ortiz!) [scratches]
Uhh! - The talk of the town, clown when we in the party,
Karaoke sing on the low but yo don't tell nobody. (hehe!)
The never had nothin', now he doin' hella cocky.
The haters vomit from the smell of papi! (EEEWWW!)
The low caesar with the sharp parts, (parts!)
That might fiend on the scene with 16's gettin' green like a golf cart. (Guru!)
The beef lookin' at the rest of y'all like Pop-Tarts! (GRRRR!)
[Verse: s got-y'all-frownin'-up, y'all-faces-like my mom's farts. hahaaa!]
The NY repper, don't dare side-stepper! (no!)
The casual dresser: - low whites, light sweater. (ch'eah!)
The bike revver on a summer day! (eerr!)
The give the DJ so much heat they don't know which one to play! (OOHH!)
The E-1 gunner, used to be up under Dre,
Finna drop crack and not look back like a runaway. (bye!)
The have fun every time he in the booth spitter, (uhh!)
The take on anybody! - Old nigga, new nigga... (OOHH!)
Y'all think it's a game? [scratches]
I ain't playin'! [scratches] (Joell Ortiz!)
Uhh! - The truth in the purest form (note!)
The frontliner. - First nigga to shoot when the war is on! (boom!)
The hop on your beat and cruise like the Autobahn,
And force radio to play my version of all the songs! (WHOOO!)
The diddy bopper in the city proper, (oh, yeah!)
The walk up in the strip club and throw it up - like a shitty vodka. (eeeww!)
The used to be a butt man turned titty clocker, (aaahhh!)
The hop up in the bed and beat it up, - kitty boxer! (hehe!)
Okay! - The occasional kitty licker,
Only if her box is the shit, (what?) - kitty litter! (HAAAA!)
The good swimmer, Caribbean beach feet dipper, [inhale]
The Rican whale, size of three Flippers. (boop, boo-boop!)
The flow stronger than the current in the winter in the East River, (ch'eah!)
The poker player, top pan with the mean kicker. (oohh!)
The hip-hop light, when it was in it's darkest hour, (uhh!)
They can't do a song without at least one YAOWA!
This ain't gon' stop brother... huh? [scratches] (Joell Ortiz) (Female: Statik Selektah!} [scratches]
Always bless you with a new joint, - shit you never heard;
I need a place to lay low, bro, cause this one is murder! [echoes] [beat stops]