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letra de dream on - joell ortiz

[verse 1: joell ortiz]
they consider this sh-t backpacking when a n-gga just love rapping
club packing, word flipping acronym acrobating
verb spitting and nouns only your mind fathom
synchronize with the drums on a illmind’s pattern
long as i got this beating heart, i’m ripping beats apart
i ain’t know myself when [???], and still piece of art
no frat boy, no skinny jeans
i’m more like the fat boys and heavy d
in ’86 spitting free in the park
i’ve been patiently waiting
busting my brain and creating this album making a statement’s
an understatement, i’m taking rap flow to a plateau
these -ssh0l-s you clap fo’
just can’t go they mad slow this fast forward
thinking [mind of mine] be skipping p-ss those
theatrical fiascoes in your whack show
i’m baffled by the sk!ll you n-ggas lack though
choruses repeating, its boring whatchu speaking
i’m at war with all you heathens
i’m a warrior emceeing. man i’m k!lling ‘em

(samples)
[he’s back give him room to breath]
[ortiz don’t confuse him with these other cats]
[the best across the board ] [new york]
[when i’m holding this mic i don’t just speak]
[he’s back give him room to breath]
[be proud of me and coming up in rap]
[the best across the board ]
[when i’m holding this mic i don’t just speak]

[verse 2: joell ortiz]
n-ggas tiptoe around me , bunch of ballerinas
i see ya’ll calling out of work with the coward fever
sh-t, i wouldn’t want it with the yaowa either
[man y’all don’t hear me tho, alopecia]
n-gga line a hundred n-ggas up and watch a hundred n-ggas drop
in a hundred different spots, bunch of dalmatians
i play this fire in my drive when i’m riding through your block
lifting everybody up call that salvation

(samples)
[he’s back give him room to breath]
[ortiz don’t confuse him with these other cats]
[the best across the board ] [new york]
[when i’m holding this mic i don’t just speak]
[he’s back give him room to breath]
[jo e double l o]
[another yaowa chant when i touch the mic]
[when i’m holding this mic i don’t just speak]

[verse 3: joell ortiz]
i deliver you from evil when you’re listening to yo’ speakers turned up
like the club, yeah i get in with my sneakers and my workout [attire]
feel my d-ck through these adidas sweatpants
i don’t dance, two stepping with a liter of whateva
but whateva though i’m clever so you never know
when i’mma leave [that cadence and let cadence] kick a better flow

(girl voice)
dana dana dana dan, i’m telling ya’ll its about to go down

- joell ortiz

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