125, Pt. 1 (The Bio)

Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the most feared up and coming MC of them all

Joell Ortiz, but of course you crazy
that kid's been nothing short of awesome lately
His mixtape recieved 4 stars in the U.K.
Toured S.O.B's down several Tuesdays
Valet it up on hot 9 with Kay Slay
He on NBA live 05 cuz EA sponsored the rap battle last year that he won
A flight from L.A. headed back to where he from
6 Hours so he copped a little somethin to read son
Source mag page 66 was a regun
He got unsigned hype the recognition had begun
Very next, money was double X L's Chairman's Choice
Recently the P.R. parade got to hear his voice (Boriqua)
Now he back in next X L this time show and prove
Cuz he writtin hit records and his shows improved
He's the dude you need to worrie about
3 More mixtapes done he fin to put those out
Thats how he laugh at doubt
If I was you, I would clear his path
Cuz everything about him says you really wouldn't wanna feel his wrath
He turned down 3 deals this last month
Labels playing tug-a-war with his name he who they want
He signing over here "Nope"
He signing over here "Nope"
The both of ya'll wrong he grindin over there
In a city near you tryin to strengthen his fan base
Layin down cuts like a band-aid
know how many dudes this man paid the list is endless
He carry big crates, just to get into the club
And when he got into the club he gave out his mixtape
His work ethic is great, his drives like t-mac
You let him go share a poster RELAX
Ease back give him room to breathe
All those that hated will all soon believe
All those who made it will all soon just leave
Once the fans get a whif of Mr. Ortiz
He spits raw please don't confuse him with these other cats
He's a full workout, they 3 jumping jacks
Front to back he's an obstacle to overcome
I mean you know nothings impossible but don't be dumb
He grew up in Cooper Projects 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 that 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 can't ask? His crib must gonna have a nice price on it
Chandaliers with the ice on it, Persian rugs with no mice on it
Huge tv screens with classic 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 nose 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
Dude gone from havin an ill buzz in the streets
Yayo don't nobody give a fuck when he speaks
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 trace it, 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
Cane spit on his BK beam and 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 cypher's complete once he shake Rakim's hand
He a one man movement
General, colonel, 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 in spanish pequeño
So doing reggeaton's a slight problemo plus he sound moreno
They ain't 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 rhyming for rice
You could be Hatian trying to rhyme for your rights
You could be South African writting rhymes for ice
You could be Cuban rhyming to cop you a nice little boat to make it to us coast over night
It is what it is in this buiss you live
When you die that's when your records sales sky high
He trying to rap while he alive his heart still beatin
Brain still numb and his nerves still tweaking
Stomach still growling cuz what he's eatin a'int enough bring the 12 gauge out it's duck season
give him one reason your career is gone
Say his name on a song he'll put yours on a tombstone

Not a pizza either I'm talkin everybody blacked down cryin to the words of a speakin preacher

He's a deep believer and what goes around comes around and whats coming 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 Jo E double L Ortiz pa' please you one match in the snow
He's like a crib on the son 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
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the most feared up and coming M-C of them all
Joell Ortiz, but of course you crazy
that kid has been nothing short of awesome lately