House Slippers - Joell Ortiz

One, two, one, two

Turn this thing up a little bit

Yeah

For all those who been wondering what’s going on with Joell Ortiz:

It’s a lot man, it’s a lot

Feels like I finally found my House Slippers

My mind was going, I stood around niggas

Wearing this pokerface, like I’m holding aces

That so wasn’t the case, this

Business is such a business — don’t take it personal

It’s more than these beats and letting verses go

Don’t end up locked in and wilding

Like a deaf person buying a rollie, better watch what you signing

Freedom is overrated until they take it

When it’s gone, feel like nothing can replace it

Shaking the hand that’s feeding you, but you hate it

Disappointed in meetings cause of your weight

Just imagine this man with your career in his hands

Giving a fuck about your fans

He just looking at that black and white

Seeing you ain’t sell too well

You trying to tell him that you was on an Indie that wasn’t acting right

He don’t care, them numbers fucked up his appetite

Your past just fucked you twice, like a hermaphrodite

You watching niggas win who ain’t half as nice

Faced with the choice of giving in or hit the pad and write

But see the fans can’t know

So you leaking freestyles and you nail that flow

Kids leaving out the venue like «he killed that show!»

Screaming YAOWA everywhere, but you ain’t on that though

Your loved one’s sick all in the mist of this

Watching moms shoot insulin, it’s ridiculous

Your son got a mask on his asthma bed

His older brother acting up, cause he don’t have his dad

The grind took forever, but it happened fast

Listen close y’all, it happened fast

Red eye flights out to cali, signs to Aftermath

Come back, sign to Koch, you and Allen laugh

You drop an album over here, left the label over there

Finally let it go y’all, the past’s the past

Sorry for the delay on your order

But even in my off time I ran around the world with the Slaughter

My alter ego is a quarter of the best rap group

But I’m back to being me, yeah the Puerto-

Rican, niggas standing on the corner

With that work for the fiends who wanna hear him more maturer

Story of a project nigga, a New Yorker

Getting money with the I-still-fuck-a-nigga-up-quick aura

Man, this ain’t for radio play

This for the radio raheems who let their radio play

For the heads on the neck clicking, looking for the best writtens

Turning to their man like «you hear what he say?»

Y’all niggas tryna recreate back in the days

I’m just trying to rap my ass off

Hoping maybe I’ll impress a few niggas from back in the day

Because I’m finishing these new niggas that’s rapping today

You turn this up, but not too loud niggas

Feels like I finally found my House Slippers

House Slippers (fading)