Lyrics Captain - Joell Ortiz

Mic check, one, two
Aight cool, sound good to me

I hear the whispers, like "What′s goin' on? He been missin′
He used to run the show it's been a long intermission
I remember the mission he was on, it was different
He was sick, now my nigga done gone in remission"
That's what y′all think? Y′all think I lost my step?
Was on the run, but had to stop and never caught my breath
I'm drenched, I′m on the bench with, like, four more reps
In other words, I got shit left to get off my chest
Comin' up you heard the hunger in me, tough as can be
You couldn′t sound cloudy, nigga, nothin' was free
If I ain′t get a record deal then I was stuck in the P's with D's
Tryna spot if I had a wonderful stream
Of income, my outcome is somethin′ to see
I was in a Jeep, sunk in the seat, beats bumpin′
Tryna out-rap Nasir and keep up wit Jay-Z
Crumblin' sixteens, I was only sixteen
Fast-foward, niggas out here mumblin′, B
Why be smart when niggas on the charts dumber than me?
A bunch of bums with more money than me
So stayin' complex, yeah, that′s an everyday struggle for me
I'm from when everybody wanted 5 mics and "Riggs
Morales" gave you unsigned hype if you rhymed right
A Stretch Armstrong spin was a highlight
And all the mixtapes was two-for-five like treys of that fire white
I understand why some would retire mics
Pack up turntables, the tables turn, wild right? Huh
But me, I′m in it fully, it's like that one bitch I just
Can't stop fuckin′, man, these beats do something to me
I post up on the throne, don′t end up on a highlight
Poster 'cause you grown, who you ′posed to be? Malone?
I deliver like Post Offices, pre-Post Malones
You'd dick ride if you saw what I don′t post on my phone
Every lines a great line, baby, New York's own
It′s like I play for Jim Boeheim, boy stay in that zone
This my house, trespassin' I don't condone
Let me be, don′t be them two niggas from
Home Alone
And get iron in your face tryna roam where you don′t belong
Brooklyn, Staten, Queens, Manhattan
The Bronx I stomps through all of that, what happened?
New York, I'm so proud to be your Captain
Enjoy the rappin′