125 Part 4 (Finale)

(Yeah)
 Dear Lord (word)
 Why do I feel how I feel?
 I could move a thousand bundles of krills (uh huh)
 I could hit the lottery for a mil
 Money no longer make me smile, it's wild
 Stress hurt like burying your first child (word)
 I'm really losin' my drive to do this music (damn)
 If it don't happen after this, I'm through with it (done)
 Twenty-five, still live at my mom's crib, two kids
 Ever heard that saying, "so smart you're stupid"?
 That's me
 Fourteen and change on my S.A.T.'s
 Chose the project over college, what a fuck up (fuck)
 On the block hollering at bitches like "fuck you, you stuck up"
 But what could a shorty see in a jerk, a man when she leave?
 A man when she get back from work
 What am I worth? (huh?)
 Then they said my pay could get me out the P's
 But he been away for five, so he don't see what I see (woof)
 Mom's like "turn that down, I can't hear my T.V. (shit)
 Worrying about them beats, I ain't raised no deadbeats (but I–)
 Better find you a application boy, get up on yo feet" (right)
 Though your E.D.'s was dirty, my rhyme book was neat (ya)
 Plus I ink my heart and soul in 'em sheets (but uh)
 Holla at me though (word)
 I'm so unhappy yo
 Don't wanna be the dude in the barbershop that coulda made it (nah)
 And decipher when young boys spittin' shit that's outdated
 And 'em niggas walkin' away like homie was overrated (damn)
 Life ain't a bitch
 Life is life and I hate it
 Never tried suicide, I ain't got the heart to pull it
 Know your brain feel pain when it stained by that bullet (whoa)
 I don't wanna live
 Yet I don't wanna die (die)
 And have God say "you was about to do it, Joell why? " (why)
 Daddy, do you even care that yo boy is still alive? (uhh)
 Ain't seen you since '83, hello to you to (damn)
 Guess I was unimportant, and you had to do you
 Sad that I had to guess, that just added to my stress
 Mom did her best– man, fuck that, I don't get it
 How could you just go and forget that I existed? (your son)
 Guess I'm not like you
 'Cause I ain't a punk (no way)
 I don't run away from problems, I solve 'em and man up (what)
 Mom said I got a step-brother named Jamel
 A older sister as well
 Forgot her name
 Why did we never meet?
 I was the only chilcts so you know he's slum
 The only child homie wild he the only one i ever heard nick named the peoples champ
 Under-dog all his life earned his stripes doin things he aint like
 Like igniting the fifth all night huggin the strip servin a pregnant bitch hard white
 He happy his mom's never sucked a glass pipe
 She use to sniff gettin her off that shit was a fight
 Why the fuck you think homeboy go hard when he writes
 Tryin to make his future bright cuz his past got him tight
 His cash might be lite pockets empty kid
 But same time next year its mtv cribs
 His put his life on it twice on it
 To make sure he cant ask? His crib must gon' have a nice price on it
 Chandaliers with the ice on it, Persian rugs with no mice on it
 Huge tv screens with classics episodes of miami vice on it
 Indoor pool and the floor got a mic on it
 Plaques all over the wall with his name engraved nice on it
 Man listen his ambition gonna have the game locked like the box in san quentin
 Fin to win his race cuz he ran different
 In through the no's out through the mouth
 Not worryin bout his competition radio clout
 Look straight same pace let them nigga's be out
 They true colors gonna show later on when they breathin all heavy and they legs is worn
 Duke gone from havin an ill buzz in the streets
 To yo dont nobody give a fuck when he speak
 I know it could happen in a couple of weeks
 Lifes a bitch aint it?
 But me i love every picture that this kid painted
 He's the difference between artists and rappers
 Artists draw hits rappers take flicks
 Other rappers trey sick man these nigga's aint shit
 Everythings basic they should claim the same clique
 Thats why everything he give hip hop game sick
 Like the syringe in the vein of an aids patient
 C'aint spit on this b.k bemis take that
 The kid is go sign by the dudes who made rap
 Face facts g-rap told mike he got a problem on his hands
 Mike is joe's a & r just so y'all understand
 Krs responded with one word "damn"
 The cyphers complete once he shake rakim hand
 He a one man movement
 General coronel seargent major private and them youngin's on the front lines shootin
 Gun high troopin through this war with his music
 And he aint gonna stop till he drop get use to it
 He speak english fluent his spanish pequeno
 So doin regeaton a slight problemo plus he sound moreno
 They aint know he was spanish till he transformed so quick and got his goverment established
 but none of this matters if you nice you nice
 You could be ethiopian rhymin for rice
 You could be hatian tryin to rhyme for your rights
 You could be south african writtin rhymes for ice
 You could be cuban rhymin to cop you a nice little boulder to make it to us coast over night
 It is what it is in this buiss you live
 When you die thats when your records sales sky high
 He tryin to rep while he alive his heart still beatin
 Brain still sumbin his nerves still tweakin
 Stomach still growlin cuz what he's eatin
 Aint enough bring the twelve gauge out its duck season
 give him one reason your carreer is gone
 Say his name on a song he'll put yours on a tombstone
 Not a pizza either im talkin everybody blacked down cryin to the wrods of a speakin preacher
 He's a deep believer and what goes around comes around and whats comin around is dope
 And what went around is his name and the strength of his flow
 His ill show his radio apperances and more
 Some things is maybe's and some things for sure
 Some niggas is crazy and some nigga's m.o
 some nigga's is lazy and some nigga's just wont stop workin till they get what they deserve ya know
 That nigga is joe e double l o r tiz pa' please you one match in the snow
 He's like a crib on the sun sittin next to the fireplace with the heat on a million and one
 This young man is hot he'll sun tan your block
 He gon' keep firing your gun jam alot
 Heat rise expect to see this man on the top
 [Outro:]
 Mirror mirror on the wall
 Who's the most feared up and coming emcee of them all
 Joell ortiz what they call you crazy
 that kid has been nothing but short of awesome lately