This Is Me

I'm sayin' first heard this jam, I was like, this is me We got Asheru, this is me, you know what I'm sayin' Damn right, I'm always 'round the back Ill Will, Earthquake Just bringin' a little deal, Will Check it out, rippin' and runnin' Stunnin' in the moonlit rain, it's the same refrain Just a playback (in a freestyle off the rein) Goes a little somethin' like this Ayo my man got me wide, I'm listenin' to beats inside the ride I put my love in so when you drivin' down the street And you got this beat on, it's hot 'cause the heat on And if you got that fat shit, then put repeat on I pop your ass like a clutch to get you started My man farted and the whole crowd parted You know my shit is so together, I carry clever across the cleft Like soundwave and ravagin' in his chest It's not a matter of bein' wack or not It's about who got your back when shit gets hot In the crowds, I'm cultivatin' props, I grow rocks And stock breaks, manipulate the art and create See, when I first started my heart was in the right place Then they changed the game and I still kept pace So now I'm in the place and I'm in the house, and I'm coming back You know this nigga's name Blue Black Blue Black in the place Y'all remember that day we send seven hundred... Walk in, at the party, see who's spinnin', was some nigga Are you high or wide, I'm just dolo, looking fly Ghetto-pretty in the city of lights And the ass out, finger-poppin' hips and lips Looking way past, sweat her, 'cause I can't let her know I want her So I lounge a look lost, cost effective? When it's time to ante up, panties up her ass So tight, I need a rinse to work a nut off Core freezin', while I'm seizin' silhouettes Let's wallow in the wetness, la, check this I been the b-boy before I been away But the be in me'll never go away I'll stow away on a ship, I'll seal my lips, white skits to escape You know I create funk flow 'Cause I'm not caught up I thought of a way to speak and spoke The Unspoken Heard is no joke, no joke Okey-dokey-smokey, chillin' Niggas over here (bomboclaat) We'll all tell you all one time Yo, I glaze from the purple haze to daze and amazin' phrases I'm thinking 'bout money 'cause it pays So is you is, or is you ain't an entertainer? I'm a writer, or retainer, I make art like a painter I represent the remnant, the remainder I don't know how to make this point plainer But brothers was supposed to be, I was hostin' a show I wasn't s'posed to be looking at this brother close to me And even he wasn't who he was supposed to be So I'm trapped in the circle (just trapped in the circle) I'm very present in the room I'm in Presentin ill rhythms when the track begin It gets me open and my mind falls in, but even answers lots of times See I'm not complainin' but the shit is dreamin' The game face kid entertainin', the world is a show You don't know? So you got to show and tell to get the dough So I create this energy, this energy It's all up with me, it's above and beyond me, it's on me I'm making sense, it's all divine, more sublime Surrounded by mendacity, but yo, that's the time And every time I present, the present tense is tension But that wasn't even my intention But that wasn't even my intention Y'all excited Aight Unspoken Heard soon come Shoutout to all the old-schoolers One to five The skaters, the ladies, the devastators The oscillators, the regulators Pick up the sound, provide us the MC Rockin' this beef for me so easily and nonchalantly We be free the B to the L-U-E One, two, in effect you see But still I be simplistic Simplistic, characteristic 'Cause this is me My niggas with me, this is me Yeah, yeah, this is me Elegant breeze This is me, B, rehearsin' my call me shit All that other shit, I be symbalistic Simplistic, the characteristic of Bisquick That's how easy I want my dough to flow Our show, what should I say Displaying awesome dolo robo weaponry From NY to L.A. and if any MC out there think he got it That's what the last thought left with his head knotted Bet he won't forget it, name is all up in the credit Dead it or regret it, call a paramedic when I said it Let it be young blood, 'fore the skud starts to flying 4th of July frying Luau style Hawaiian MCs come up talking big then they leave crying Niggas acting like bitches need they OBGYN Be like a dollar to a penny, see I flip all the way Used to work on a back semi Two, hey that's called Mulalay ghost style Get out my way or be the donkey and the poster Do it to bitches like a real man supposed to Even your best chick and B my oven stuff will roast her Yeah, like a dragon's breath Old school pioneers be like yo' he's fresh Out the box the twin Glocks, I wouldn't fuck with him I get in too much trouble once I started vibin' with 'em Smarter than the rest of That's what it's all about right there, y'all That was alright, yo?