Sing Like Bilal lyrics

[Intro: Joell Ortiz, (Lil' Fame sample)]
("Sing like Bilal!")
Uh! Uh! Y-Y, Y-Y-Y-YAOOOWWWWW!
J-J-Joell Ortiz, yeah ("Sing"--"Sing like Bilal!")
Oh! Aiyyo, Flex I got the kite, I was tuned in Saturday night
Heh heh! You hear these guys?! ("Sing"--"Sing like Bilal!")

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
You remove the big label that be backin' them (Uh)
The moistened nine, ice, the fake platinum
And bring it back to rap, I will flatten them
I'm the best across the board like Tat and 'em
New York, if you feelin' like me then you tired
Of listenin' to liars, wishin' it was fire
But none of them is hot, not the flicker of a lighter
I'm about to blow up in they face – Richard Pryor
Your industry buzz ain't valid on the streets, loser
We don't care about them mags and them weak rumors
Your secret wack parties with free hookah
Ev'rybody walkin 'round tryin' to be cooler
Nah! See, I be where they keep Rugers
You ain't got to be in beefs, the police shoot ya
The ox will give ya a ill buck fifty
New rappers is cool, but we still bump Biggie (Baby)
I walk and perfects with a ill one with me
Fitted to the side on my Brooklyn sh*t
No V.I.P., I ain't shook for sh*t
I'm at the bar, like after push-ups and dips
As for this mic, they don't want nothin' (Why?)
'Cause I eat 'em for breakfast, oatmeal corn muffins
Lil' insects – y'all all buggin'
Flex, I got you – next time I'll call up and record somethin'
[Hook: DJ Premier scratchin']
"W-When you hear"-"W-W-When you heard me, rewind me"
"From the city where n*ggas known for puttin' in work" [Xzibit]
"I-I-I-I make 'em nervous, I do it on purpose" [LL Cool J]
"W-When you hear"-"W-W-When you heard me, rewind me"
"From the city where n*ggas known for puttin' in work" [Xzibit]
"This here serious" [Erick Sermon]
"Sing"--"Sing like Bilal!" [Lil' Fame]

[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]
Check, I see your mouth movin', but you ain't sayin' nothin'
Ya boy's speakers' all heat like my neighbor's oven
If I'm anywhere near a mic, then I'm claimin' somethin'
I can't resist the temptation – David Ruffin
Hah! Who feelin' froggy? Hop, kiddo!
I see to it Miss Piggy is a chopped widow
Before I saw gwap from Joell features
I had the corner on lock – Darrelle Revis
It's so, I treat rap like coke, bet it
You want lines, gimme mines, homie, no credit
Y'all was hyped about homes like, no sweat it
He turned out to be a "Bus" – Jerome Bettis
I'm on my chiro sh*t now – back at it
Steady spittin' that crack, I'm a crack addict
The belt sittin' on my wiast, take a crack at it
My craft'll put you to sleep – hehe, Craftmatic