Joanlee - ”Ricochet”
Joanlee - ”Ricochet”
Shot by: BLKgld, Chris Singam, Christian Lorenzini & Quy Do
Edited by: Chris Singam & Joanlee
Written By: Joanlee
Look, I don't mean to confuse any of you,
Like is that really him or some other dude?
And why's he rappin’, ain't he singer, what's he tryna to prove?
The clock's tickin', like playing chess, it's my turn to move,
Yeah, I know these critics gon' be quick to take the first jab,
So I’ll sit back and take a hit, like my first bag,
Home runnin' shit like a "49'er Dirtbag",
“City by the sea", born and raised just know that!
I know the facts and read between the reviews,
Been on it since a teen, so I, don't really need you,
I’ma pull tint off, so y'all can see thru,
And the homies said, why limit yourself, "just be you"
Yeah! He ain't never lied, see all jokes aside,
I’m striving to do better than all these other guys
Shout outs to the previous who's ever done it,
Cause right now I’m oblivious to all the shit that's coming
Ugh! See me shining with my gold on stuntin’
All the bullshit behind me, haters say something
If it wasn't for my cousin I'd still do it cuz I love it,
And big up's to "The Bay" but I don't hear yo "dumb" shit
With all the gossip and the helicopter whispering
Just know I’m watching and you know that I’m listening
Y’all “A.M. Radio”, "all talk",
Bunch of wheelchair rappers speak it, but don't walk it
Perfecting my style, never gets old, like "Peter Pan"
Flying so high, that I, "Never, Never Land"
Don't tell me I can't, we got a Black President
Just stating the facts, so holla back "Yes We Can" (Yes We Can)
See me in the rear view, know that I'm coming
Stubborn in my position, hell no I ain’t budging
Told everyone I loved I'ma get it, and I promised
Like a bad chick laying missionary, hopped on it
Yeah, the closer I get, the further it seems
The irony alone is hard to believe,
Cause, I’m a franchise player, doing it without a team…
Chasing "The Dream" and I ain’t talking "Hakeem”!
And all I’m hearing from back home is "Get em Jay!”
I'm from the city that taught y’all how to "Regulate"
Barely heating up, spitting fire like “yoga flame”
My words be real like brail, that's why they're feeling me
But they only seeing the tone of my skin
Another Asian? How the hell we gon’ be marketing him?
Your chances are slim,
See you ain’t “Jin” or “Jeremy Lin”,
And just cause they made it,
What makes you think you're gonna get in
Naw fuck that, I've been proving that I ain’t a hype
Damn near going broke, paying my dues behind the mic
And don’t compare me to these other dudes we're not alike
Feelin' like “vino”, better with age I'm doing fine
Callin' an audible the game has changed
No more hoping for A&R's at these showcases
Amping me up like I needed their plugs,
Shit I'm doing aight, going thru "Wi-Fi”, with my internet buzz,
Yeah they doubted man, spliff in the air, feet on the ottoman
Gained a lot of fans, created my own audience
No gimmicks, no selling out to stay relevant
Already doing me, so I don’t need artist development
But fuck it, still doing it with no budget,
Came out of nothing into something, shit you gotta love it huh?
This is a warning shot for those thinking I’m a joke
I'm coming for ur spot, pressing on you like a remote
And since I came in the game, a lot of things changed,
Went from appetizers to entrees, yet I maintained,
So make sure everything I say, echoes and breaks,
Cause I'ma tell you one time and hope that it ricochets...