Song | Nursery Rhyme |
Artist | Joell Ortiz |
Album | Free Agent |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[Intro] | |
One-two one-two | |
I said ah-one-two one-two | |
Right about now is the time | |
I kick a nursery rhyme (uhh) | |
[Joell Ortiz] | |
Goddamn it he did it again, didn't he? | |
Hickory dickory dock, the mouse ran up the clock | |
So it's time to get the cheese, y'all be rhymin like yo please | |
I got that second bowel flow, I'm rhymin with the ease | |
You never see me on lists inside these magazines | |
But I'm (The Source) of rap discussions, they Vibe-in with Ortiz | |
In my (XXL) shirt, lion over my jeans | |
It's like I'm fightin in Europe, I'm fire overseas! | |
Hip-Hop's messiah, bring your sire to his knees | |
I'm "nevaeh" in reverse, paradise in the P's | |
I'm Iron Mike in the '80s in the black trunks | |
Act pump ya lyin on your back slump, all my lions pack punch | |
Who wan' be rap lunch? Me make your snack chump | |
Ya likkle pistol pack pack pump, me mac dump! | |
Fast munch, I reckon you stay away from the wreckin ball | |
If I swing in your direction I'll level you all like a measured wall | |
[Interlude] | |
The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout | |
Down came the rain and washed the spider out | |
[Joell Ortiz] | |
I'm the definition of ill, Jack and Jill went up the hill | |
to fetch a pail of water, I took Jack's crown and pushed him down | |
I manslaughter all around the damn border | |
Optimus in his (Prime), a fuckin Transformer! | |
Walk in any club I'm the subject of camcorders | |
So I'm slidin out the back e'ry night with a man's daughter | |
Puttin my you-know-what, you know where | |
No not down there, in between both ears | |
Leave my seeds on they nose hairs, oh yeah I go there | |
What the fuck you expect? I fuck necks 'til they throat tears | |
Embody the projects, symbolize the struggle | |
Where the kids pawn my object to minimize the trouble | |
I been in rides with duffle bags stuffed with the crack | |
Few years later I put them same drugs on the track | |
Got the globe hot from coca in a flow you can't toca | |
So listen close chocha, CÁLLATE LA BOCA | |
[Interlude] | |
Twinkle twinkle little star | |
How I wonder what you are | |
[Joell Ortiz] | |
Goddamn I'm the man, Mary had a little lamb | |
whose fleece was white as snow | |
I skinned him and ROCKED that lil' nigga to my show | |
I be dipper than an O-, R-E-O cookie I'ma milk 'em for this dough | |
I'm a pilgrim with the hoes - I could rock a Plymouth Sundance | |
in dumb pants and still thank her for givin me a blow, job | |
No prob, they go home I go.. hard | |
And find another broad to hump free/Humphrey, Bo-gart | |
John Rambo got ammo for whole squads | |
I rhyme over a banjo and handle yo' bars | |
I'm high and won't fall like a dope nod | |
I'm outta here, every rhyme's a postdated postcard | |
Don't mention my name, just keep playin yo' part | |
Cause I got a (Gang) of (Wolves), Amadeus Mozart's | |
I don't smile, ain't gon' set it | |
See you in the hospital spellin YAOWA, Yo' Ass On Wild Anesthetics! | |
[Outro] | |
Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O | |
And on this farm he had you ducks, garbage with your flow | |
Y'all can't fuck with Joell | |
That nigga's nice! | |
Y'all just be sayin stuff that only he can understand | |
Ha ha, the little kids, hehe |
Intro | |
Onetwo onetwo | |
I said ahonetwo onetwo | |
Right about now is the time | |
I kick a nursery rhyme uhh | |
Joell Ortiz | |
Goddamn it he did it again, didn' t he? | |
Hickory dickory dock, the mouse ran up the clock | |
So it' s time to get the cheese, y' all be rhymin like yo please | |
I got that second bowel flow, I' m rhymin with the ease | |
You never see me on lists inside these magazines | |
But I' m The Source of rap discussions, they Vibein with Ortiz | |
In my XXL shirt, lion over my jeans | |
It' s like I' m fightin in Europe, I' m fire overseas! | |
HipHop' s messiah, bring your sire to his knees | |
I' m " nevaeh" in reverse, paradise in the P' s | |
I' m Iron Mike in the ' 80s in the black trunks | |
Act pump ya lyin on your back slump, all my lions pack punch | |
Who wan' be rap lunch? Me make your snack chump | |
Ya likkle pistol pack pack pump, me mac dump! | |
Fast munch, I reckon you stay away from the wreckin ball | |
If I swing in your direction I' ll level you all like a measured wall | |
Interlude | |
The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout | |
Down came the rain and washed the spider out | |
Joell Ortiz | |
I' m the definition of ill, Jack and Jill went up the hill | |
to fetch a pail of water, I took Jack' s crown and pushed him down | |
I manslaughter all around the damn border | |
Optimus in his Prime, a fuckin Transformer! | |
Walk in any club I' m the subject of camcorders | |
So I' m slidin out the back e' ry night with a man' s daughter | |
Puttin my youknowwhat, you know where | |
No not down there, in between both ears | |
Leave my seeds on they nose hairs, oh yeah I go there | |
What the fuck you expect? I fuck necks ' til they throat tears | |
Embody the projects, symbolize the struggle | |
Where the kids pawn my object to minimize the trouble | |
I been in rides with duffle bags stuffed with the crack | |
Few years later I put them same drugs on the track | |
Got the globe hot from coca in a flow you can' t toca | |
So listen close chocha, CÁ LLATE LA BOCA | |
Interlude | |
Twinkle twinkle little star | |
How I wonder what you are | |
Joell Ortiz | |
Goddamn I' m the man, Mary had a little lamb | |
whose fleece was white as snow | |
I skinned him and ROCKED that lil' nigga to my show | |
I be dipper than an O, REO cookie I' ma milk ' em for this dough | |
I' m a pilgrim with the hoes I could rock a Plymouth Sundance | |
in dumb pants and still thank her for givin me a blow, job | |
No prob, they go home I go.. hard | |
And find another broad to hump free Humphrey, Bogart | |
John Rambo got ammo for whole squads | |
I rhyme over a banjo and handle yo' bars | |
I' m high and won' t fall like a dope nod | |
I' m outta here, every rhyme' s a postdated postcard | |
Don' t mention my name, just keep playin yo' part | |
Cause I got a Gang of Wolves, Amadeus Mozart' s | |
I don' t smile, ain' t gon' set it | |
See you in the hospital spellin YAOWA, Yo' Ass On Wild Anesthetics! | |
Outro | |
Old MacDonald had a farm, EIEIO | |
And on this farm he had you ducks, garbage with your flow | |
Y' all can' t fuck with Joell | |
That nigga' s nice! | |
Y' all just be sayin stuff that only he can understand | |
Ha ha, the little kids, hehe |
Intro | |
Onetwo onetwo | |
I said ahonetwo onetwo | |
Right about now is the time | |
I kick a nursery rhyme uhh | |
Joell Ortiz | |
Goddamn it he did it again, didn' t he? | |
Hickory dickory dock, the mouse ran up the clock | |
So it' s time to get the cheese, y' all be rhymin like yo please | |
I got that second bowel flow, I' m rhymin with the ease | |
You never see me on lists inside these magazines | |
But I' m The Source of rap discussions, they Vibein with Ortiz | |
In my XXL shirt, lion over my jeans | |
It' s like I' m fightin in Europe, I' m fire overseas! | |
HipHop' s messiah, bring your sire to his knees | |
I' m " nevaeh" in reverse, paradise in the P' s | |
I' m Iron Mike in the ' 80s in the black trunks | |
Act pump ya lyin on your back slump, all my lions pack punch | |
Who wan' be rap lunch? Me make your snack chump | |
Ya likkle pistol pack pack pump, me mac dump! | |
Fast munch, I reckon you stay away from the wreckin ball | |
If I swing in your direction I' ll level you all like a measured wall | |
Interlude | |
The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout | |
Down came the rain and washed the spider out | |
Joell Ortiz | |
I' m the definition of ill, Jack and Jill went up the hill | |
to fetch a pail of water, I took Jack' s crown and pushed him down | |
I manslaughter all around the damn border | |
Optimus in his Prime, a fuckin Transformer! | |
Walk in any club I' m the subject of camcorders | |
So I' m slidin out the back e' ry night with a man' s daughter | |
Puttin my youknowwhat, you know where | |
No not down there, in between both ears | |
Leave my seeds on they nose hairs, oh yeah I go there | |
What the fuck you expect? I fuck necks ' til they throat tears | |
Embody the projects, symbolize the struggle | |
Where the kids pawn my object to minimize the trouble | |
I been in rides with duffle bags stuffed with the crack | |
Few years later I put them same drugs on the track | |
Got the globe hot from coca in a flow you can' t toca | |
So listen close chocha, CÁ LLATE LA BOCA | |
Interlude | |
Twinkle twinkle little star | |
How I wonder what you are | |
Joell Ortiz | |
Goddamn I' m the man, Mary had a little lamb | |
whose fleece was white as snow | |
I skinned him and ROCKED that lil' nigga to my show | |
I be dipper than an O, REO cookie I' ma milk ' em for this dough | |
I' m a pilgrim with the hoes I could rock a Plymouth Sundance | |
in dumb pants and still thank her for givin me a blow, job | |
No prob, they go home I go.. hard | |
And find another broad to hump free Humphrey, Bogart | |
John Rambo got ammo for whole squads | |
I rhyme over a banjo and handle yo' bars | |
I' m high and won' t fall like a dope nod | |
I' m outta here, every rhyme' s a postdated postcard | |
Don' t mention my name, just keep playin yo' part | |
Cause I got a Gang of Wolves, Amadeus Mozart' s | |
I don' t smile, ain' t gon' set it | |
See you in the hospital spellin YAOWA, Yo' Ass On Wild Anesthetics! | |
Outro | |
Old MacDonald had a farm, EIEIO | |
And on this farm he had you ducks, garbage with your flow | |
Y' all can' t fuck with Joell | |
That nigga' s nice! | |
Y' all just be sayin stuff that only he can understand | |
Ha ha, the little kids, hehe |