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$ A.M. " I wonder who I left outside that might have got shot " Favorite track: My Block.
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Jonathan Hernandez 🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤 Super solid album. Keeping the art and culture alive.
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Faheem Lea It is only by the Grace of God that Joell Ortiz took his Reflections in That Place he was in, and made Decisions to hook up with Apollo Brown to produce this Mona Lisa-like masterpiece! Favorite track: Grace of God (feat. DJ Los).
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Richard Giles This album is easily Joell Ortiz's best. Apollo Brown's production is on point and matches Ortiz perfectly, and Joell provides his most personal and hard-hitting raps yet. Favorite track: Reflection.
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mendelman Apollo is at it again!! super dope. also very refreshing to hear Joell in this kind of setting. he thrives in it.
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Detroit producer Apollo Brown has made a name for himself as one of Hip-Hop’s most legendary new producers while maintaining a golden era sound. His production credits are a who’s who of Hip-hop greats from Danny Brown to Ghostface Killah, Ras Kass to Westside Gunn. Even Chance the Rapper used a pair of Apollo beats on his debut mixtapes. Known for bringing the best out of musicians, Apollo has a knack for making timeless classics.

Brooklyn’s Joell Ortiz started on none other than Dr. Dre’s Aftermath label and built a huge buzz in the industry. He’s worked with legends like Just Blaze among others. He then signed to Shady Records as ¼ of the supergroup Slaughterhouse. He’s worked with Hip-Hop titans Eminem, Busta Rhymes, Jadakiss, Akon, and Big Daddy Kane.

Now the pair of Hip-hop luminaries have their first collaborative album on Mello Music Group. It’s nothing short of a masterpiece: Mona Lisa.

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released October 26, 2018

All Songs Produced/Arranged by Apollo Brown
All Songs Written/Performed by Joell Ortiz

Recorded by Tate McBroom @ The Village Caverns
Mixed by Magnetic @ The Disc
Mastered by Eric Morgeson @ Studio A
Album Art by Joey Dion
Graphic Design by Austin Hart
Executive Produced by Michael Tolle

1. Brushstrokes
Written by Apollo Brown & Joell Ortiz
Produced by Apollo Brown
Vocals by Joell Ortiz
Recorded by Tate McBroom @ The Village Caverns
Mixed by Magnetic @ The Disc
Mastered by Eric Morgeson @ Studio A

2. Reflection
Written by Apollo Brown & Joell Ortiz
Produced by Apollo Brown
Vocals by Joell Ortiz
Recorded by Tate McBroom @ The Village Caverns
Mixed by Magnetic @ The Disc
Mastered by Eric Morgeson @ Studio A

3. My Block
Written by Apollo Brown & Joell Ortiz
Produced by Apollo Brown
Vocals by Joell Ortiz
Recorded by Tate McBroom @ The Village Caverns
Mixed by Magnetic @ The Disc
Mastered by Eric Morgeson @ Studio A

4. Cocaine Fingertips
Written by Apollo Brown & Joell Ortiz
Produced by Apollo Brown
Vocals by Joell Ortiz
Recorded by Tate McBroom @ The Village Caverns
Mixed by Magnetic @ The Disc
Mastered by Eric Morgeson @ Studio A

5. Grace of God (feat. DJ Los)
Written by Apollo Brown & Joell Ortiz
Produced by Apollo Brown
Scratches by DJ Los
Vocals by Joell Ortiz
Recorded by Tate McBroom @ The Village Caverns
Mixed by Magnetic @ The Disc
Mastered by Eric Morgeson @ Studio A

6. That Place
Written by Apollo Brown & Joell Ortiz
Produced by Apollo Brown
Vocals by Joell Ortiz
Recorded by Tate McBroom @ The Village Caverns
Mixed by Magnetic @ The Disc
Mastered by Eric Morgeson @ Studio A

7. Word…
Written by Apollo Brown & Joell Ortiz
Produced by Apollo Brown
Vocals by Joell Ortiz
Recorded by Tate McBroom @ The Village Caverns
Mixed by Magnetic @ The Disc
Mastered by Eric Morgeson @ Studio A

8. Decisions
Written by Apollo Brown & Joell Ortiz
Produced by Apollo Brown
Vocals by Joell Ortiz
Recorded by Tate McBroom @ The Village Caverns
Mixed by Magnetic @ The Disc
Mastered by Eric Morgeson @ Studio A

9. Timberlan'd Up (feat. Royce Da 5'9”)
Written by Apollo Brown, Joell Ortiz & Royce Da 5’9”
Produced by Apollo Brown
Vocals by Joell Ortiz & Royce Da 5’9”
Recorded by Tate McBroom @ The Village Caverns
Mixed by Magnetic @ The Disc
Mastered by Eric Morgeson @ Studio A

10. Come Back Home
Written by Apollo Brown & Joell Ortiz
Produced by Apollo Brown
Vocals by Joell Ortiz
Recorded by Tate McBroom @ The Village Caverns
Mixed by Magnetic @ The Disc
Mastered by Eric Morgeson @ Studio A

11. Mona Lisa
Written by Apollo Brown & Joell Ortiz
Produced by Apollo Brown
Vocals by Joell Ortiz
Recorded by Tate McBroom @ The Village Caverns
Mixed by Magnetic @ The Disc
Mastered by Eric Morgeson @ Studio A

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Track Name: Brushstrokes
You know a lot has changed nowadays
People don't make art no more
People don’t make music as if-as if it was a canvas
They don't even care no more
I remember when-when makin' music was like
Takin’ a stroke of the brush and creatin' somethin'
That would live on for years, that would last a lifetime
Maybe somethin' out there like a Mona Lisa
Track Name: Reflection
Verse 1


I ain't gon lie a lot of this is hard to take ...
I'm watching em praise the ok and overlook the great ..
I'm not saying that they ain't straight ...
I'm just saying that... NVM no matter what they gon turn this into some hate ...

So fuck it, left it alone, headphones dead in a zone
Like Rick and Mashonne
I'm feeling better on my own
Took a second for me to except that next time I'm on the road
Won't be no Crook, won't be no Royce, won't be no Joe

I'm just looking at the Hudson River right now sitting on the rocks
Feeling like my reflections life reflection is it not?
Some people board the ferry, other people dock a yacht
But the waves keep movin while the ducks just sit and watch


Sometimes I daydream about me sitting at the top
I see the club going crazy every time my record drop
I see plaques on the wall, glass cases for awards that I done got
Performing for like a million a pop

But truth is.. it's like one in a million to pop
And the only artists that truly touch them millions is pop
Being simple is a yes, being skilled is a not
Having substance is lame, using substance is hot


So here I am, still the hottest nigga in the barber shop
To get a number one but not a number one spot
I'm in a weird place where fans don't expect me on the charts
Guess when u gifted, sometimes u rap yaself into a box


“Reflection”

Verse 2


4 Chicken wings fried hard with pork fried rice
Egg roll 2 duck sauces will suffice
Filled my stomach now it's time to get nice
5 cent cups, a juice to chase it, a bag o ice


And whatever we decided we gon sip on that night
Pocket full of work so feens ca come and get right
2 green one red dice call ya point through the weed smoke
Hammer underneath coat ya AB could lead to C ya later when that DE choke just leave broke


Keep minutes on ya cell
A sneaker box to dig in for ya bail
And a team full o hittaz who wouldn't tell
Wanna get it off quicker don't be stingy on the scale

Stuff them sandwich bags overpack them 1212s
You on ya 4th re-up before they 1st flip sells
That's the pre-music Joell, the Joell these check writing executives don't really know well I should win a nobel

From carrying peices to guard my prize possession to
Peace God yea that was Marshall in my session
Now that I think about it, bring another bottle to my section
Let's celebrate that my apartment ain't from section

8 no more ain't no more hungry nights momma we don't wait no more
The 1st don't hold wait no more I tell the waiter wait no more
Gotta watch my figure can't put on weight no more
Cause


“Reflection” Hook

The way I put words together
too complex or whatever but...

Still I jot...

Im just speaking from my heart
My bad if it come off smart...

Just tryna jot

Down a couple of lines
And see if y'all like a couple of rhymes

As I Jot..
Track Name: My Block
[Intro]
Please don't hang around with me
Careful where I'm from, bruh
Don't play your games with me
Shit
I'm from that project right there in Brooklyn, Cooper
13th Buildin', 7 story high
But, oh boy, did they let it fly
And there we have it

[Verse 1]
I 'member the first time I gave someone a buck fifty
And they blood hit me
I was drunk, pissy, screamin, "boy, don't fuck wit' me"
A buck sixty wet, five-seven, but a threat
My boo step in Fifty-Four-Elevens through the 'jects
Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock on my block
I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot
We smoke L's in the stairs, sip Cisco with thots
The best head was on a roof, that was top notch top
My Glock cocked
Bubble Goose, I move red tops
Nickels, five dollars a pop
5 for 20, they cop like clockwork
I cop work, get Kenny to chef it
R.I.P. to the best coke, Cookie a legend
A half a G of E&J and big bag of Frito Lays
Me no play
This jump off my hip, you DOA
See your way through my E's if you ain't from my hood
'Cause askin' for a buildin' number ain't good

[Chorus]
Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock on my block
I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot
Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock on my block
I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot
Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock on my block
I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot
Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock on my block
I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot

[Verse 2]
Yeah, that's us
Chillin' in front of the buildin', made a killin', drug dealin'
And we don't bust traps in front of children or old folk
We grown folk, villains
Tryna devise a plan to turn these grams into a million
I don't wanna be civilian
Too spoiled for a 9 to 5
Baby, I'm alive to be the guy my hood could idolize
I'm 'bout to buy the five, bring it to my guy
And get the stock rims, revitalized
Pop up out the car, watch like surprised, I buy a prize
Invite 'em with my team watchin' cable
Only time of servin' squares in my circle is at the table
Add 'em a lil' water, that Eve, I hit the block
Long as I got that 'caine, I'm able to flip the rock
I swear to god, I finger-fuck this fortyorty like we in a orgy
And have these bullets shakin' up whoever comin' for me
Sexy thot talk from a G that pulls strings
Like them old school forefinger joints, my name ring

[Chorus]
Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock on my block
I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot
Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock on my block
I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot
Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock on my block
I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot
Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock on my block
I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
Real easy, real careful
Walk lightly through my hood
Hehe, word up
Track Name: Cocaine Fingertips
[Intro]
How did all of this trouble begin?
Livin' in America!
There's nothing wrong

[Verse 1]
Ahem, yeah, I hope this right here is the one
Before I say anything that offends you
I just wanna say, "fuck you and every male that you look up to"
Yo' daddy, brother, and uncle
Your basketball coach, the public school mascot
That used to hug you
That Pastor that butt-fucked you, holy shit
Yeah, holy shit
Who's the boney bitch you had livin' in the holy pic'
Clothes that don't really fit?
That's the new rap homie kit
Who's the boney bitch screamin', "I don't do this"
Then they blow the dick just like a pro
And spit like every hoe I know and shit
I off the top rope a bitch
Nikolai Volkoff a bitch
Grab my bulge a bit and tell a hoe to come cough on this
The headboard bangin' on the wall and shit
Neighbors bang on the wall and shit
'Cause I'm bangin' the walls and shit
Bangin' that off the wall and shit
For real, why that? Where that Barry White at?
I said I'm daddy in these blankets, baby leave that mic jack (Hehe)
I can't believe that she believed that I'd really be right back
Shit, what's her name again?

[Chorus]
Cocaine fingertips, when I get dumb, I get numb
Can't even feel the words on my tongue
Got them cocaine fingertips, you gon' be high as a kite as I recite the pure white that I write off these
Cocaine fingertips, this that in front of the store
What I'ma cut it for? It's all raw, boy
Them cocaine fingertips, yeah, that's some good shit

[Verse 2]
The nerve of anybody on this Earth that think they like me
I'm Godzilla in Japan way back in five-three, five-four
The raw fresh off the jaw, Loch ness monster on the high seas
Sometimes I ask myself, 'yo, where they find me?'
My mind be on Interstellar, extraterrestrial
Biochemical, celestial weaponry
I can think you into residue (Pew)
Don't even need the worst of me to get the best of you (You)
A couple healthy words from me and turns you vegetable
Any rapper is edible
I'll clap you off your pedestal
Pedal you on the back of my Vespa to an incredible desolate Desert location next to some sort of federal military installation
Install some more lead in you then make you write 'yaowah'
A million times in blood, legible (Do it again)
Some people say I'm not normal
No formal introduction needed 'cause if I see you, I am not cordial
Hold this fist across your head, that's how I forewarn you

[Chorus]
Cocaine fingertips, when I get dumb, I get numb
Can't even feel the words on my tongue
Got them cocaine fingertips, you gon' be high as a kite
As I recite the pure white that I write off these
Cocaine fingertips, this that in front of the store
What I'ma cut it for? It's all raw, boy
Them cocaine fingertips, yeah, that's some good shit

[Outro]
Yeah, bruh, that shit is-that shit is really potent, yo
Track Name: Grace of God (feat. DJ Los)
[Intro]
Just put the headphones on
This sounds so nice
By the grace of God

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
We all crabs in a barrel
Just chose to do my climbin' in barbed wire ankles
I was winnin’ half the battle
I'm from where the worst thing you could ever do is tattle
They'll zip your mouth shut, then zip you up and skidaddle
I used to walk through the P’s and jump from my own shadow
The mountain bike niggas'll clap you
You try to haggle for that chain or that bracelet
Or that watch or that ring
It's off the chain, brace yourself and watch out when it ring
Gum wrappers in my mouth folded up like fronts
I even took them shits out when I rolled up my blunts
I wanted to be like the dealers, feared like the killers
Fresh like the booster's attitude with the dealers
Niggas ask me where I'm from and I'd say Brooklyn, proud
Wore my Timbs all year round and my kush was loud
And the police, they did the same shit y'all seein' now
Except camera phones wasn’t out

[Chorus: scratched and mixed]
By the grace of god
By the grace of god
By the grace of god

[Verse 2]
I’m just a product of where the young'ens move product
We all believe in God, but we look up to the shottas
Iron in my Goose, test my pride, I let it loose
There’s Boyz In Tha Hood that watch Menace II Society and Juice
I never wanted to go that route
I felt like Cuba in the car without the heart
To tell Dough to let me out
Hope God don't judge me when he judge me
The Devil work pretty damn hard to make it ugly
Know every thing that glitter ain't gold but, man
That ice made all that glitter look cold
Thought I was playin' without that flicker, that glow
Now that I’m wise I realize that all I did was hide
Long as they starin' at that chain
They gon' look inside my eyes and see the pain
See the hurt, see the person I disguise
Can't write about it all if there's no words that could describe
The images in my head that visit me in my bed
If I don't talk to the Lord, man, spiritually I be dead

[Chorus: scratched and mixed]
By the grace of god
By the grace of god
By the grace of god

[Outro]
By the grace of God, I escaped that place by the skin of my teeth
I'm here though
Still here though
Track Name: That Place
[Intro]
Here we go again, huh?
I meet you over there
I can't stand that place, man
Never know what's goin' happen in there, man
Good news, bad news, shit

[Verse 1]
Pacin' back and forth in that hospital hall
No phone signal, I could not get a call
Ain't speak to doctors at all
My homie voice in my head like, "you got a game today?
I'm watchin' you ball, I'll be there soon, let me stop at the store"
Had one of them off-games, I couldn't get one shot to just fall
The coach benched me, it's forty-somethin' to like
Forgot, what's the score?
I open my flip to like a barrrage of missed calls
From anonymous but a lot that I know
I hit my partner back, "yo?"
Here's like it's Ral my nigga, they shot him up, Joell
He like, "I'm parked outside the apartment, let's go!"
I left my gym bag and hopped in
Not him, we just chopped it up
He said he was on his way to watch me shoot
And now they shot him up
I'm in the ER like, "where my boy, man?" They shot him up
A bloody gurney races by, he looks at me, they shot him up to ICU
I lost my homie on that third floor
Can't believe that I'm the last person he saw

[Chorus]
I swear to God I hate the hospital
I can't even stand the smell of that place
It's the sin of sickness and death, tears dwell on your face
They whisper news but hit you like they yelled in your face, man
I swear to God I hate the hospital
I mean no disrespect to what the nurses or the doctors do
Sometimes y'all make a miracle appear from the impossible
But when my people there, gettin' outta there's an obstacle

[Verse 2]
Pacin' back and forth in that hospital hall
No phone signal, I could not get a call
Ain't hear from doctor's at all
My momma voice in my head, like
"This ain't a game, don't let them condoms come off"
But I wanted to feel it so I'ma go raw just one time
But one time mean every time
And one time that fun time ain't quite pull out in time
And now it's son time
I walk into the room, throw on some scrubs
My baby mom's pushin'
Screamin' for that Depo shot, squeezin' on my arm
Lookin' down at her private, cryin', in hope's to hear cryin'
I am in shock as the top of his head came pokin' out
Why is it split in half?
That's when I noticed he was feet first, breech birth
Umbillical 'round his neck it made him breathe worse
They tryna reposition 'em before she deliver
I'm prayin', "please work"
My first born cannot meet earth before he meet Earth
The cord unravels, the battle's won, tears pour
I can't believe I'm the first person he saw

[Chorus]
I swear to God I hate the hospital
I can't even stand the smell of that place
It's the sin of sickness and death, tears dwell on your face
They whisper news but hit you like they yelled in your face, man
I swear to God I hate the hospital
I mean no disrespect to what the nurses or the doctors do
Sometimes y'all make a miracle appear from the impossible
But when my people there, gettin' outta there's an obstacle

[Outro]
R.I.P. all the fallen soldiers
You gone but you still here though
Welcome, to all the new life, yeah
Track Name: Word...
[Intro]
This nigga with the [?] let's rob him, bro
What you said? Yo, what?
Yo, where my mother fuckin' [?]
The toolie really 'bout to come out
Mmhm, not true, dawg
Shit

[Verse 1]
These bitches tell it all, you ain't special, nigga
It's what that pussywhip pillow talk'll get'cha
You ain't even know I knew Vanessa, did ya?
That's beside the point
From man hunt to escapin' that manhunt when we robbed the joint
We smoke L's to the brain on the roof
Washed it down with a cup of E&J and a [?]
We got fly and rode trains to the Deuce
When I got signed, I had models let niggas run train and chuck deuce
But when that change low, here the change go
And real niggas never 'pose to mention when they exchange dough
Them quote-unquote loans was gifts
Did I complain? No
'Cause you was my nigga
Now my nigga tryna line me up
Trust me, boy, I'm ready, fam
I got a whole lotta fetti and my shooters got a steady hand
So you come try to take what I used to offer
That block where you stand is that block they gon' scrap you off of

[Break]
Word to my mother (mother)
Word to my mother (mother)

[Verse 2]
I can't stand you, you can't stand me
Later on at night, fine and dandy
We break up Monday, Tuesday: Family
That was just us though 'cause you was my candy
Sweeter than a licorice Twizzler, thicker than a snicker
My little snack, I go way back wit'cha
I paid your mom's rent when that welfare dissed her
Put hands on that dude that used to hit yo' sister
For this song, you'll be Melissa
Melissa, you let me down, I thought you'd always be my hitta
My hitta been makin' rounds, I saw the paperwork on Victor
You pointin' niggas out, singin' like The Pointer Sisters?
Damn, nigga, what'chu gon' say?
You'd never tell on me or put a sell on me?
Not Joell Ortiz
Do me a favor, lose that number to that cell on me
And, respectfully, get the hell out of my V

[Break]
Word to my mother (mother)
Word to my mother (mother)

[Outro]
Why?
Why?
Track Name: Decisions
[Intro]
Mmm
Oh boy
I'm just sayin', I should just
I don't know
Think about this man, think about this road
A lot to lose, man
Uh

[Verse 1]
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, now which way I'ma go
Keep moving this fire blow or spit a fire flow
Hit the booth or hit the stoop and watch the sirens glow
Carry a gat or a napsack, my nigga, I don't know
Decisions, decisions, writtens are sick in the kitchen
Rhyme flex or Pyrex, shit, which is your vision?
Hit the block or book a studio block
Push all the rock or push yourself to rock a number one spot, hmm
Hit 'em with that bounce and find a nice pocket
Or stash another 8-ball in your side pocket
Kill 'em with the talent or kill 'em with talons
Metaphors and similes or meddle with chimneys
Small hallways or songs all day
Carry a sawed off gauge or get hauled off stage, hmm
Hit the plug and get a quarter or write some quotes, boy
Have 'em like, "That boy dope!" or be a dope boy

[Chorus]
Decisions, decisions
Honestly, I don't know what to do
This rap don't pay the bills but these crills, man they move
But if I go to jail, man I lose
Decisions, decisions
Honestly, I don't know what to do
This rap don't pay the bills but these crills, man they move
But if I go to jail, man I lose

[Verse 2]
Get it in my neighbourhood or fuck up the city
12-12 skinnies or plug up the midi
Have the fiends feeling like they base jumping
'Cause your base jumping or get that bass jumping
Decisions, decisions, trust me, this wasn't too easy
Stay in the trap or try to rap and keep up with Weezy
Try to impress Nas, Jay and Eazy, get your CD
Up in piece and riches or keep gettin' rich off the PC
Show off in that whip 'cause your album is sick or shit
Pull up to that bitch like you're Alpo and rich
Go in and out of town to get that show money
Or go in and out of town to get that low money
Fill that sneaker box, 999 trap money
Or W9s, 1099s and tax money
Working single non-stop until you make it crack
Or throw that powder in a pot until you make it crack

[Chorus]
Decisions, decisions
Honestly, I don't know what to do
This rap don't pay the bills but these crills, man they move
But if I go to jail, man I lose
Decisions, decisions
Honestly, I don't know what to do
This rap don't pay the bills but these crills, man they move
But if I go to jail, man I lose
Track Name: Timberlan'd Up (feat. Royce Da 5'9)
[Intro]
Uh
That's the way you get Timberlan'd up
Yeah yeah
That's the way you get Timberlan'd up
Haha, word up
That's the way you get Timberlan'd up
Huh
That's the way you get Timberlan'd up

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
Uh, if this was my first impression, I'd be not impressed
This generation held hands, and skipped a lot of steps
Don't need a navi to find these people that I address
I had Rocawear in my dresser, these niggas rock a dress
Let's rewind to that play button that I would press
My walkman never hopped off my hip, I'm hip-hop to death
And seem to still be breathing, I ain't leaving till I'm out of breath
Weezing, I'll still squeeze in some speaking to get up off my chest
Don't toot horns, your hero? Lukewarm
If we sparred it'd be so hard to recover my shoehorn from his ass
I just laugh at the masses, I'm flabbergasted
The fact is, that we had average so long we lowered the standards
I stand here as a stand-out act, and can't understand how y'all all standing and clap at this rap, like it's outstanding
I've withstanded enough, take this bitch hand and a snuff
And I'll book you like promoters that hit your manager up

[Chorus]
You could be on the floor bleeding
If you still actin' tough? (Then yo)
That's the way you get Timberlan'd up
If you actin' like you gangsta, but a white flag waver (Huh)
That's the way you get Timberlan'd up
Don't suddenly get hot, then start frontin' on ya block (Uh-huh)
That's the way you get Timberlan'd up
If they run up with the drop, and you don't come off what you got (Then yo)
That's the way you get Timberlan'd up

[Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9]
The problem with the shit you say, is y'all just A-B-C
My father's a G, you D-A, I reside in the D
You ever try to play with me, must be A-D-B
You gon' have to hire Triple A, just to fly the A-3-C
How could you kill a man who you ain't socially psychotic as
I wrote this beat on papyrus, in the Pyramid in B.C
You gon' see these Timberlands in 3D
You gon' be able to smoke the tree that's on the side of these on GP
As far as war, man I'm' bout as prepared
As my grandma is for prayer, and I'm a rich player
No hand-outs at all, dawg
I rode this mothafucker, guns stuck to me
I watched the wheels fall off, then I ran out of despair
I send niggas atcha' in broad day, just to air case
Triggers'll click-clack your killers'll six-slack you, that's bare face
Your single exceeds your rep, you ain't worth it to paraphrase
You ain't worth a single step in my circular staircase

[Chorus]
You could be on the floor bleeding
If you still actin' tough? (Then yo)
That's the way you get Timberlan'd up
If you actin' like you gangsta, but a white flag waver (Huh)
That's the way you get Timberlan'd up
Don't suddenly get hot, then start frontin' on ya block (Uh-huh)
That's the way you get Timberlan'd up
If they run up with the drop, and you don't come off what you got (Then yo)
That's the way you get Timberlan'd up
Track Name: Come Back Home
[Intro]
Lookin' sad and dreamy
Uh, my how the time had past
Lookin’ sad and dreamy
Wow
Just yesterday I was backflippin' on pissy matresses
Smokin' blunts under the fuckin’ slide in the park and shit
Wow
Uh

[Verse 1]
I scrolled through the 'Gram and seen old friends I hung wit'
Had a couple drinks, smoke blunts with, did dumb shit with
You know, slum shit, slung mix and rung fifths
Run quick, hop over gates, escape that one trip up North
I asked myself, "What'd I do so different?"
How did me and the younger me become so distant?
Or are we not?
Are there pieces of that block and parkin' lot parked up
Under this facade of a kid who made it out
But still feels trapped 'cause his bills stacked?
And Hip-Hop minoritize real Rap, that's real, rap
I purchase things and get alerts from my bankin' app
Like, boy, you ain’t supposed to be doin that
Who you think you is?
You ain’t never had no single on the charts
Only thing top forty about you is that new Glock
Sittin' up in your closet next to that old trap phone
You might have to pick both of those up and come back home

[Chorus]
Won’t you-you come back home
I need you-you to come back
Won't you-you come back home
Sometimes we go far and forget who we are and we gotta come back home
I need you

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I'm one of the few that could say I made it out
But when I got out, did I do the things to make it count?
Did I invest, find some things to feed my bank account?
Or did I buy material shit that I coulda stayed without?
It's my time, I’m real ill, I'm 'bout to get mill mill's
You haters with ill will take chill pills, that ain't how I still feel
Thought I'd forever be a cash cow
But I ain't gonna cry over spilled milk
I keep it pushin', beat cookin', rep Brooklyn, give whoopings through the pen like it's summertime in the bookings
I'm lookin' off of these stages at faces that follow me through the Stages of my career and appreciate that I never staged it
What you see is what you get
What you hear is legit
I'm from the era you ain't shit 'less we feel you could spit
I've come to terms with the fact that I never might pop
Just glad my relevance ain't rely on if I ever went Pop

[Chorus]
Won't you-you come back home
I need you-you to come back
Won't you-you come back home
Sometimes we go far and forget who we are and we gotta come back home
I need you

[Outro]
I'm thankful for all that I have and all that I do not
I promise I won't lose sight
Came back home
Track Name: Mona Lisa
[Intro]
The beauty's in the flaws

[Verse 1]
I wipe the coal out of my eyes and let the light in
Look to the sky as I'm invitin' the sunshine
The lightnin', the rainfall, the downpour
The snow and how it whitens the whole ground
And somehow that brightens my whole day
Run away? No way, come right in
I'm one with all the elements
The benefits of writin' is I can remain here but go there
I'm flyin', I'm fallin', the parachute just opened
Look, I'm glidin', arrivin'
Thoughts heightened to the point I feel a slight wind
Goosebumps appear, you see 'em clearly on my light skin
Letters begin swarmin', words form and take shape
Without a warnin', I can feel my palms warmin'
And it's happenin' again
All that I'm imaginin' is transferrin' onto this pallet
As I scratch it with a pen
The first facet if a gem
The corresponding' scriptures start matchin' at the ends
It's soundin' like my soundbytes are at a ten
The tone in my headphones have grown to a frequency unknown
Some of us call this the zone
Every instrument is on they own, but not alone, it's like
We rent separate apartments in a harmonious home

[Break]
All I see is sounds, all I hear is colors
All I feel is nothin', it's a numbness like no other

[Verse 2]
Time is nonexistent, like forever in a moment
Wish this moment was forever but it's forever been just moments
I'm starin' at a canvas that was once blank
Contemplate, "if this was read aloud, then what would one think?
How would they perceive it?
Will everyone receive it in the light that I intended
Comprehendin' every meanin?
Or will they just breeze through it like a gentle summer evenin'?
Is this even worth leavin'?"
My easel, I flip the sheet and there's a
Brand new canvas waitin' for me, how convenient
Its eyebrow raisin' how I scrap a Mona Lisa

[Outro]
All I see is sounds, all I hear is colors
All I feel is nothin', it's a numbness like no other
The beauty's in the flaws
All I see is sounds, all I hear is colors
All I feel is nothin', it's a numbness like no other
The beauty's in the flaws
Track Name: Timberlan'd Up RMX (feat. Royce Da 5'9 & KXNG Crooked)
[Intro]
Uh
That's the way you get Timberlan'd up
Yeah yeah
That's the way you get Timberlan'd up
Haha, word up
That's the way you get Timberlan'd up
Huh
That's the way you get Timberlan'd up

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
Uh, if this was my first impression, I'd be not impressed
This generation held hands, and skipped a lot of steps
Don't need a navi to find these people that I address
I had Rocawear in my dresser, these niggas rock a dress
Let's rewind to that play button that I would press
My walkman never hopped off my hip, I'm hip-hop to death
And seem to still be breathing, I ain't leaving till I'm out of breath
Weezing, I'll still squeeze in some speaking to get up off my chest
Don't toot horns, your hero? Lukewarm
If we sparred it'd be so hard to recover my shoehorn from his ass
I just laugh at the masses, I'm flabbergasted
The fact is, that we had average so long we lowered the standards
I stand here as a stand-out act, and can't understand how y'all all standing and clap at this rap, like it's outstanding
I've withstanded enough, take this bitch hand and a snuff
And I'll book you like promoters that hit your manager up

[Chorus]
You could be on the floor bleeding
If you still actin' tough? (Then yo)
That's the way you get Timberlan'd up
If you actin' like you gangsta, but a white flag waver (Huh)
That's the way you get Timberlan'd up
Don't suddenly get hot, then start frontin' on ya block (Uh-huh)
That's the way you get Timberlan'd up
If they run up with the drop, and you don't come off what you got (Then yo)
That's the way you get Timberlan'd up

[Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9]
The problem with the shit you say, is y'all just A-B-C
My father's a G, you D-A, I reside in the D
You ever try to play with me, must be A-D-B
You gon' have to hire Triple A, just to fly the A-3-C
How could you kill a man who you ain't socially psychotic as
I wrote this beat on papyrus, in the Pyramid in B.C
You gon' see these Timberlands in 3D
You gon' be able to smoke the tree that's on the side of these on GP
As far as war, man I'm' bout as prepared
As my grandma is for prayer, and I'm a rich player
No hand-outs at all, dawg
I rode this mothafucker, guns stuck to me
I watched the wheels fall off, then I ran out of despair
I send niggas atcha' in broad day, just to air case
Triggers'll click-clack your killers'll six-slack you, that's bare face
Your single exceeds your rep, you ain't worth it to paraphrase
You ain't worth a single step in my circular staircase

[Chorus]
You could be on the floor bleeding
If you still actin' tough? (Then yo)
That's the way you get Timberlan'd up
If you actin' like you gangsta, but a white flag waver (Huh)
That's the way you get Timberlan'd up
Don't suddenly get hot, then start frontin' on ya block (Uh-huh)
That's the way you get Timberlan'd up
If they run up with the drop, and you don't come off what you got (Then yo)
That's the way you get Timberlan'd up

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