Battle Cry Lyrics - Free Agent - Joell Ortiz

How many times I gotta tell ya'll I'm second to none? 

No magazine's top ten 'cause I'm negative one 

So I don't pay attention to them dumb folk 

'Cause I'mma always be in first like the clutch broke 

I'm from where the cut-throats cut coke 

'Cause school ain't cut it, they cut out the puff smoke 

And guess what? 

That's who I hang with, so when you speak industry 

I don't know the language 

But play the beat and I'll show you why I'm head honcho 

Ya'll gettin' away with murder like the white bronco 

Bunch of trash in between hooks 

Bars too cute to be gettin' all these mean looks 

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See who'll hold their arm up like Che Guevera 

I rhyme hotter and I say it better, I'm a winter cold war 

I'm a product of the Regan Era 

Day thinkin' till the page inkin' 

My 16 free ya'll I'm hip-hop's Abe Lincoln 

Fam I don't know what they thinkin' 

These niggas got me fucked up like I spent all day drinkin' 

I'm a boss not a loss yet 

You're little lemons in a race with a souped up corvette 

I'm so hot I could stand still and pour sweat 

In the North Pole fully naked with my balls wet 

I'm a monster, these other niggas small pets 

Claim they sick but they get cured by your dog's vet 

I'm thorough from my Yank' to my gourtex 

You're bluffin', I play Poker I'm callin' all bets 

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Local boy, when's the last time you all left? 

I don't even know where the fuck I'm goin' on tour next 

Last month Canada, before that? Europe 

I had Waffles out in Belguim, you ain't had syrup 

Every time I write it's another flight 

Another whore with my kids on her underbite 

Another "YAOWA" chant when I touch the Mic 

Another Magazine spread, yeah you fuckin' right 

I'm on my grind like a pair of in-line skates 

Get on tracks and go banana's like a Primate 

Baboon, Gorilla, Chimpanzee, I'm Wild Ape 

King Kong under your skin, I'm 'bout to Sky-Scrape 

But the sky ain't the limit 

I could teleport through my mind any minute 

Take you to a place where the Lions go' ribbit' 

All the frogs 'roar' and the fire is frigid 

I'm outta this world, don't belong here 

What heiring the thrown if I taught you from a small chair? 

Family, you niggas got it twisted 

Flow out of the box, yours chicken and a biscuit 

Gave me chicken pox when I listen 

I be itchin' to cripple your career like a ligament is missin' 

Dawg, I'm on a mission like an intimate position 

When I swing it's Knock Out's I ain't gettin' a decision 

From here on it's locked ya'll a prisoner to spittin' 

Can't escape my bars no visitor's permitted 

Welcome to hell where Joell holds a pitch-fork 

And you burn in eternal flames for your bitch talk 

Dick in my hand I'm pissed off 

But I ain't bucklin', 'Everyday I'm Hustlin', Rick Ross 

One day the whole globe will know I'm Clark Kent 

Underneath the shades on a Project park bench 

Superman when I grip the Mic 

The only way I'm slowin' down is if I blow a pound of Kryptonite 

From now on I'm a bully I'ma pick the fight 

Let them pick you up off the ground when I check ya bite 

You'll become a little memory, gigabyte 

Me and these beats got married, I'm Mr. Right 

Little man you spit aight, I'm on fire 

You gotta little buzz, Miller Lite 

Man there's so many words runnin' round my brain 

If I don't put them on a track I would go insane 

Maybe that's why everything I say is crazy 

And everyday I wake up, with a naked lady 

With a V.I.P. band on my right wrist 

Pants on the flow, J.D. with a slight sip 

Left in the bottle tele key on the night stand 

I go to the bathroom to pee and then I scram 

I live the life of a rock-star 

They ain't wanna let me through so I became a Cop Car 

Put the Sirens on every time I touch a pen 

Everybody move like dope, that's a fuckin '10' 

My peers know I'm gonna win 

This music's like my first crush for years I wanted in 

I'm here, oh boy, will you taste the wrath? 

I'ma make it ugly like what's underneath Jason's mask 

I listen to alot of mixtapes and laugh 

All ya'll nigga do is whine like Jamaican ass 

Every night I celebrate, we take a glass of Champagne to the brain 

Sometimes we take a bath, victory feels far better 

Than Defeat, you niggas weak, Solar's Letter 

I'm harder than a fonz-lebber 

My worst rhyme's 30 times rougher than your hottest bars ever 

I could front like a car fender 

Cause everything I'm on DJ's pull up like the bar tenders 

New York I'm the answer to your prayers 

Head Nod music, leave the dancin' over there 

Project shit, ain't no mansion over here 

Just Murder on the strings, Charles Manson on the Snare 

I'm hungry the game's like a Food Court 

I just gave ya'll a loose hundred, Newports 

Chea, Joell Ortiz 

Who feel they, who feel they better?