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$ A.M. " I wonder who I left outside that might have got shot " Favorite track: My Block.
Jonathan Hernandez
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Jonathan Hernandez 🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤 Super solid album. Keeping the art and culture alive.
William (Tycoon) Russ
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William (Tycoon) Russ Album is a classic hands down. Nuff Said. Favorite track: Timberlan'd Up RMX (feat. Royce Da 5'9 & KXNG Crooked).
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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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1.
Brushstrokes 00:44
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
2.
Reflection 03:52
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..
3.
My Block 03:43
[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
4.
[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
5.
[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
6.
That Place 03:36
[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
7.
Word... 03:39
[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?
8.
Decisions 03:21
[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
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
10.
[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
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Mona Lisa 02:49
[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
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[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

about

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.

credits

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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