DJ Premier – Lettin’ Off Steam Lyrics

Lettin’ Off Steam Lyrics by DJ Premier (feat. Joey Bada$$)

Joey Bad and Big Preem and we lettin’ off steam
And we still came back for that green, mayne
Yeah, yeah, yeah still rap supreme-ay
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 n***** chances
I put my all in each and every single stanza
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, yah, 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 dat”
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
Riding with that compact
.40 on me, homey you might really wanna calm that
Opps get smoked like the bomb pack
Watch me like Comcast, y’all can see the contrast
N***** put they souls in they muthafuckin’ contracts
We ain’t even on that, we don’t even condone that
Bitch, I had to own that, tell ’em switch up the format
Flow way needed and that Gentleman Cognac
Shots to the head, tell you pussy n*****, “Hold that”

Joey Bad and big Preem, man, we the supreme team, look
Joey Bad and Big Preem came to collect the green

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 Bonecrusher, I’m big business, you n***** need fitness
I can show y’all the real flexor
First I raise the bar, then raise they ledger
When the stakes is high, I gave all effort
You n***** 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 n*****, “Catch up”
Ready for them opportunities that I don’t pass up
You can get smoked, lil’ n****, don’t get gassed up
Leavin’ no hope for you n*****, that’s a bad look
Got you n***** mad shook
Scared to death, scared to book
A show in my city, probably get your chain took
‘Cause them Brooklyn n***** 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 in be high regard
‘Cause word get around and them bullets travel really far
I got hittas on my squad who ready to take a charge
Keep it on deck for any n**** tryna pull my card

Joey Bad and Big Preem came to collect the green, know what I mean?
(Now look at ’em)

Credits & Song Knowledge
Song Title: Lettin' Off Steam
Performed by: DJ Premier (feat. Joey Bada$$)
Written by: Chris Martin, Jo-Vaugn Virginie
Genre: Rap
Album: Hip Hop 50, Vol. 1 (EP)
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