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master peace - apollo brown & joell ortiz lyrics

[intro: joell ortiz]
poetic sh*t. where i grew up. sometimes i can’t believe i got through that colorful money. you know what i’m sayin’? with the staples in it? walkin’ to the store with my moms, her tellin’ me to walk ahead…so she can buy what she gotta buy, try to keep it from me. sh*t was crazy though. crazy

[verse 1: joell ortiz]
we talkin’ penmanship?
i’ll bend the tip of this pen and twist ya neck as quick as that b*tch from the exorcist
it’s like y’all don’t remember sh*t before this internet and sh*t
i was nettin’ money like petrović against the knicks
who let you in the building?
who authorized your membership?
i’m surprised you even survived your apprenticeship
my fingerprints is all over y’all blueprints
ya style, ya movements
that growl, ya mood switch
it’s wild, ya new sh*t?
i smile, y’all try to fill the void of the slaughter?
yesterday’s corner store, can’t do nothin’ with a quarter
enjoy ya porter house boy
i was in the house with mr. porter
puttin’ pain (payne) in like phoenix fourth quarter
navigate through this modern day sodom and gomorrah
like denzel’s braille version of the torah
on the night that i arrived the sky smiled with an aurora
the heavens parted and god sent down his brightest author
the yaowa
[spoken interlude: joell ortiz]
yeah i remember being in my project apartment. you know what i’m sayin’. i used to write rhymes when i was a kid. i used to bother my moms like, “yo moms check this out! check this out!” and she was always available for me. like, “aight, let me hear what you did this time.” and i would spit something. and whether it good or mediocre, she’d be like, “oooh, you gon’ k!ll it!” crazy son. crazy

[verse 2: joell ortiz]
i’m an author
an artist
i draw for, the people
one of ones roll from my tongue quite often, the easel
trembles as i paint
my frequencies equalize treble and bass
i’m a long way from holdin’ metal on my waist
now the metal on my waist is a designer belt buckle
that holds my pants above my ass when i walk up in a place
get a different kind of respect
dude’s who used to fear me, cut the check
those that don’t wanna be near me, go in depth about they wife and kids
cuttin’ medium ribs while we decipher biz
when the bill comes, we rush to it, like cosby kids
pullin’ cards got a different meanin’
on the boulevard, 6’s gleaming
wedding band hang out the window, these b*tches fiendin’
mornin’ meditation
on a constant quest for higher elevation
the process requires patience
obedience and darma
i’m reading robert sharma’s the monk who sold his ferarri
learning that i too try to speed by my karma
i deal with my decisions and try to heal with the wisdom
i’ve acquired over the years by just livin’
the most underrated lesson is wakin’ up
we got so used to it we think it’s a given ’til you don’t make the cut
as far as solo, been a minute since my last release
but volume don’t make you an active beast, y’all just rappin’ chief
plus i find that those that say the most, tend to rap the least
before every masterpiece you must master peace
[spoken interlude: joell ortiz]
yo man, do me a favor. matter of fact, do yourself a favor, this ain’t got nothin’ to do with me
don’t get caught up in what’s goin’ on. don’t feel like you gotta please folks. don’t feel like you gotta be someone you not. to*to*to fit into some…some “cool” crowd. just be yourself man. n0body else can be that. but you

- apollo brown joell ortiz lyrics

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