DJ Premier ft. Joey Bada$$ - Lettin' Off Steam Lyrics

Joey Bad and Big Preem and we lettin' off steam
And we still came back for that green, mane
Yeah, yeah, yeah, still rap supreme, mane
Yeah, yeah, hold up (now look at 'em)
Wait, I said

Paint my thoughts on imaginary canvas
I take no loss, I can't give these niggas chances
I put my all in each and every single stanza (yeah)
I do it for the love, they just do it for the camera
I don't need no fame or no glamour
I just need some money in the bank and my hammers
House in the Hamptons, mansions in Miami
And Pateks for my legacy, I can't forget my family
First I get the Oscar, then I get the Grammy
Give it all I got, yeah, I don't need no plan B
I be with them shottas, I been on a kill spree
You gon' need a doctor, he gon' have to bill me
They be like, "Chill, B," I be like, "Fuck that"
Time to let them feel me, don't call it a comeback
Hit 'em with a punchline, call it lyrical combat
When I drop the album, that's gon' kill 'em on contact
Ridin' with that compact
.40 on me, homie, you might really wanna calm that
Opps get smoked like the bomb pack
Watch me like Comcast, y'all see the contrast
Niggas put they souls in they motherfuckin' contracts
We ain't even on that, we don't even condone that
Bitch, I had to own all that, tell 'em switch up for the format
Flow way needed and that Gentleman Cognac
Shots to the head, tell you pussy niggas, "Hold that" (hold that)

(Bah, now look at 'em) yeah
Joey Bad and Big Preem, man, be the supreme team, uh, look
(Joey Bad and Big Preem came to collect the green) wait

Say when then
I let it fly like bullets off the boulevard of Linden
So duck down or die, straight shots when I send 'em
Apply pressure to break tendons
I'm Bone Crusher, I'm big business, you niggas need fitness
I can show y'all the real flexer
First I raise the bar, then raise they ledger
When the stakes is high, I gave all effort
You niggas ain't steppin' correct, you two left foot
I put it all on me, versus whoever
Call me Joey McCaffrey, I hardly drop the ball ever
Check the stats sheet, still don't see no errors
Men lie, women lie, them numbers however, always add up
Tell them niggas, "Catch up"
Ready for them opportunities that I don't pass up
You can get smoked lil' nigga, don't get gassed up
Leavin' no hope for you niggas, that's a bad look
Got your niggas mad shook
Scared to death, scared to book
A show in my city, probably get your chain took
'Cause them Brooklyn niggas really ain't nothin' to fuck with
Blow your brains in broad day, right out in public
So speak on the God and it better be in high regard
'Cause word get around and them bullets travel really far
I got hitters on my squad who ready to take a charge
Keep it on deck for any nigga tryna pull my card (uh)

Joey Bad and Big Preem came to collect the green
Know what I mean?
Joey Bad and Big Preem came to collect the green
Know what I mean?
Joey Bad, Joey Bad
Joey Bad and Big Preem came to collect the green
Know what I mean?
Now look at 'em