paroles de chanson Battle Cry (feat. Just Blaze) - Joell Ortiz feat. Just Blaze
No
magazine's
top
ten
cause
I'm
negative
one.
So
I
don't
pay
attention
to
them
dumb
folk
Cause
I'm
a
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
inbetween
hooks
Bars
too
cute
to
be
gettin'
all
these
mean
looks
Put
the
hottest
rappers
all
on
one
stage
together
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
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
heir'ing
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'm
a
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'm
a
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?
Album
Free Agent
1 Intro
2 Killed For Less Intro
3 One Shot - Killed for Less feat. Fat Joe
4 Sing Like Bilal
5 Finish What You Start feat. Royce da 5'9
6 Battle Cry (feat. Just Blaze)
7 Nursery Rhyme
8 Phone Skit
9 Call Me (She Said)
10 So Hard feat. Anna Yvette
11 Oh! (feat. Iffy)
12 Checkin For You (Skit)
13 Checkin For You
14 Good Man Is Gone
15 Cocaine
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