[Intro: Joell Ortiz]

YAOWA What's up my nigga

You say your name is John

Joell Ortiz

Yeah yeah I know I'm familiar with the interview shit

I know what you gon' ask

I got you, don't even stress it

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]

No I don't respond with answers that fit a script

So the repetition'll make a nigga flip

We in the game of smoke and mirrors, those engineering a bigger spliff

Blowing circles out they mouth, getting praised but the shit'll shift

I never lived a myth, if I said it I did it

Never alleged, word to dead I grip the fifth (boom!)

I made my housing tenement a strip, movin' medicine and nicks

When I seen 'em comin' I jetted from them pricks

And still to this day, though she clean, I wish my mommy never sniff

But the hurt is makin' me better with this gift

I'm live with this ink you could, die in a blink and

Y'all got the nerve to ask me why do I drink and

Motherfucker, sometimes I cry when when I think and

Y'all ain't there when them tears bein' dried by the sinkIt was cold in the winter, my community centers who gave me dinner

I ain't mind, my table chairs gave me splinters (haha!)

Set up to be loser but was made to be a winner (look)

If they paint Hip-Hop I bet my face be in the picture

If they wrote a rap bible bet my name be in the scriptures

If shorty say I'm her idol bet her face be in my zipper (woo!)

I came a long way from the staples in my scrilla

Stains on my pants, hardly had a gut

The ladies ain't wanna dance so house parties would suck

All my friends on the wall, I'm in the hall with a couple

Nah I ain't complaining, just tellin y'all what it is

So if y'all going through it now just know that another kid

Made something outta nothing, well I'm fronting, I was never nothing

Older ladies used to tell my mother "Ain't he something?"

I look at a lot of you cats and laugh

Cause I'm the shit man, and y'all ain't even passing gas

When I spit I'm the definition of mastered craft

And all y'all ask about is Aftermath

Motherfucker move on!

[Hook: Iyana Dean + Iffy]

I'm tryin to be, more than what it is you see

For every take, do it just like eternity

But I won't let it hold me down, I turn it all around

I'm movin on, oh-ah, oh-ahhhh, yes I'm movin on

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]

L-look, look; I gotta give my own interview

Since niggas that do my interviews focus on whatever's miniscule (like!)

Or paint me as a cynical, but the canvas'll limit you (dawg)

You can't go beyond what there's no limit to

If I think Hip-Hop is dead I think it's being revived

And that comes from me being inside

Where the demons get by, see 'em good-bye

If I'm vehement here's why, come from hearing and seeing venomous lies (oh!)

So the beast in me cried, cause when it's all you hear

Shit get overbear, just when the obey near

And so I try to think straight cause when you stare in the rear

Rest in peace Stewart Skakir, nigga yeah

I'm on another label, not that other label

That mean it's no longer my problem, it's theirs

Some say it's a conspirac'

I say if e'rybody's on the throne, that just more motive to kill the heir

Ask me 'bout "Pump it Up" and I'mma think you sheep

Or you must not know I'm deep

I'm so off of music so y'all could SoundScan every week

Me, I just got my lil' man every week

Jersey City loves me despite y'all beliefs

Cause they was baby stepping, I showed 'em how to leap (ohh!)

Ask me about swag - I'mma change the topic

To lyrics in them raps, plus look at you like a fag

I love e'rybody, don't ask 'bout who I beef with

They burned the bridge but they was standing underneath it

I'm on my grind, Benjamin hunting

Was old since I was young, call me Benjamin Button

And stop using slang just for you to be cool

Cause I go BACK to when it was cool to be you

I'm a hero (nah), no I mean I'm Hiro from Heroes

Y'all chase zeroes

Muh'fucker I just got finished hating ME feelin like a zero

They played De Niro, never been there though

So before your next thought, understand

Know it's MUCH more to me than the man

Either that or move on

[Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9"]

It's, it's Nickel

My rhyme's the reflection of Scarface and Prem' soul

Before Jordan was wearin fo'-five; I just look like this, I just seem old

But I had to bleed the blood of a dirty motherfucker

To suffer clean clothes and touch what a king holds

The real estate market is harsh, everything goes

From fo's to who you was doin' everything for

But I cut 'em off and move on to the new checks

New friends. chasin' my new ends with new threats

Watchin' my dreams fold, like a stack of bills

In the pocket of who ain't tryin' to push up daffodils

But we the supergroup, you couldn't

Handle this shit if you was standin' before us carryin' a pooper-scoop

You dealt with shady shit, I dealt with shady shit

But I'm the only one can truly say I dealt with Shady's shit

I mean that with all respect to Paul and Shect

But Ryan and Marshall is all you get

My flow's superb, I love Paulie Rosenberg

What I say in a track, those just words

Baby boy forgive me, I'm just street

Cause I can change into anything niggas want me to be like Mystique

I don't gotta dig deep

To realize Slim bought Big Proof a big Jeep

Because he deserved it, how could I mourn

The same way Shady did over him when he knew him when he attended Osbourne

Marshall I'm sorry, I knew it went left

I ain't into fuckin' my family like incest

If you remember Ice used to be my life's interest

Tell Hailie my wife just had a princess

Since I made up with Em it's nothin'

Else that I could move on from so who wants some

Like a jar of Grey Poupon

You gotta ask anybody in any car, one of them move on

[Verse 4: Crooked I]

Yeah, yeah; when fans picture my interviews

They think I'm in a swimming pool with women who been abused

So they turn into strippers makin' they livin' in the nude

One in the middle blowin' my inner tube

While the interviewer's getting ridiculed

Is this your vision

Cool; let me give you a little jewel

Any dude who wanna sit in my tennis shoes is missin' screws

Don't get it misconstrued, don't get this shit confused

I'm two seconds from prison fool, I'm a different dude

Pistol in my reach man, still in Long Beach man

Hoping if my grind don't help me get out my speech can

I been in the streets longer than Yao Ming's wingspan

You can be MTV, I'll be C-SPAN

I deal with politics, bandanas and hollow tips

Half you rappers follow these role models can swallow dick

Was stressed out over cash flow

Hip-hop used to console my soul, now it's a bunch of assholes

Rap about a dance while I'm targeting cops

Spit some shit for Oscar Grant, hit the sergeant with shots

Make him a Ghost like he part of The Lox

I won't stop recording 'til I'm makin' songs harder than Pac's

If it don't happen, at least a nigga know he right there

Every memory under my Dodger hat's a nightmare

As a kid I had to steal breakfast

And now the best question you have to ask me, is this a real necklace

Where's your beat from Dre; your feature from Cube

These things leave people confused

Cause they know I leave speakers abused, I eat the EQ's

I eat through the beat, what's the secret, I think it's the shoes

Back in Cali niggas blaze and stress

Waitin' on Detox to save the West

Even if the shit is dope it ain't givin' you niggas hope

Unless your signature's wrote on a check from Interscope, nope

Move on, move on

West, Coast, nahmean

West Coast move on

And all that shit in the past about me being on Death Row

Move on, or get moved on

Ha ha, Slaughterhouse, biatch