Joell Ortiz - "Slaughterhouse"

Bronx-bred Joell Ortiz drops by for today's edition of VOD. This Latin lyrical powerhouse recently left Dr. Dre's Aftermath Records and now slings slick syllables with Cali's own Crooked I, Mr. Internet Rapper himself a.k.a. Joe Budden, and angry Muppet-soundalike as of late Royce Da 5-9, who collectively form johnny-come-lately-East-Coast-saviors Slaughterhouse. I'm not a huge Slaughterhouse fan, mind you (in fact, the only non-SH emcee featured on this track -- Nino Bless -- very well may have outshined his hosts), but 9 out of 10 heads agree; Ortiz murked this shit! And as much as I think Bloggin' Joe Jumpoff is a herb (which is a lot), you gotta give him props for locking down this phenomenal, definition-of-ferocious Scram Jones beat.

Joell Ortiz - "Slaughterhouse" (verse) by BlazeStar_VOD

I define gutter
Every time I rhyme I climb up another notch
Hip-hop got my spine smothered
But I’ll be fine, brother
My mind hovers above all you jive suckers
Listen, that’s word to my mother
You throw a shot at me, I’m throwin a shot back
Your’s is on a joint
Mine’s whistlin by your top hat
Yeah I’m cool but you violate and I’ll cock back
Open the MAC’s mouth and black out like I do not rap
I'm sick and tired of niggas lyin
They fifth is lyin in the second drawer
Next door to some bullshit they ironed
Y'all be makin up stories the little kids is buyin
I do everything my Penn State like a Nittany lion
I ain’t gotta mention the streets on a song
To get in a nigga ass on these beats like a thong; pause
Veterans co-sign me, the up-and-comin scared
The pretty girls go “Papi, here’s my underwear!”
Never in a hundred years I thought I’d be a rapper
But in less than a hundred bars I knew I’d be a factor
I’m PS4 in HD, and the screen is plasma
You’re Atari 2600 with a weak adapter!
Between us? The gap’s so crazy
I’m Gucci, Louis V; you’re Gap, Old Navy
I get coochie in the V, you attract no ladies
You’re suburb, I’m gutter where the gats go crazy