Bars Lyrics - Joell Ortiz

[Verse] 

Bars, bars, bars 

I got y'all with those by far 

Above par repertoire, bizarre 

My assembles scar your garbage artists 

Come learn who I are, it's the boy from PR 

Brooklyn veteran, ex-drug peddling medicine by the jar 

Turn booth super human, hear me roar 

Start a stampede with YAOWA and a jungle, fuck a tar 

Yeah, man, I fuck up the guitars 

Beat up any drum barehanded like a paw 

Million karat diamond rhyming trying to find a flaw 

Better off trying to find an undiscovered dinosaur 

And an unidentified flying object flying off 

When they seeing a yeti taking selfies all aboard 

You niggas look bored, wanna see a monster? Well, come on 

Sarom play the horn, I transform like Con 

Edison, better than whatever you niggas is on 

I can't stomach you niggas, kettle corn 

You design an umbrella, can't weather the storm 

I'm pure toxic, rain pouring in metal form 

Magnetic maggots, out-rap you faggots 

With the track playing backwards and the ProTools crashing 

Why you look surprised like you don't know what happened 

When Ortiz decided to do a little bit of rappin'? 

Brainwaves blacking, anything whole in front of me turns fraction 

Friction to fraction 

Listen you freaking frat, you're no match when I'm spazzin' 

So nigga fall back, hope you caught that 

Anyway I'm back in my groove like a zipper 

Move like a wizard, full of hot air in your balloon, it's a figment 

Of your imagination, I'm smooth as the witch that gave Judy Ruby slippers 

No place like home, booth and some liquor 

Preferably Patron, nickels don't mixture 

I'm out here getting money, I'm a bad honey twister 

Fucking on somebody mother, niece or little sister 

You niggas got hot, caused a few blisters 

Those'll get popped every time I drop a sizzler 

Man, you can't be serious acting like the Riddler 

Dressing like Robin 

Matter of fact like Robin after he left the 60's 

As a young boy I wanted the Ac Vigor 

Got a little older, wanted a black Six 

I'm back to the act bigger 

Not the car, I just act vigorous on my matte blaxk GSXR 

Carry the .25, now my pat pats bigger 

Clap you and detach that ligger- 

Ment from the rest of your body, you mad disfigured 

This album is gonna be dangerous, the artwork is a hazmat picture 

But I don't wanna talk, I let the work speak 

I make the internet flood when the verse leak 

So motherfucker here I am 

This next solo album for the fans, fuck a first week 

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