I Am...

Lyrics

[Intro: Blu] Y'all know the name! (I am Blu) [Skit] It's crazy, Kris, he be thinking he all that and shit I be like, fuck that nigga, you know what I'm sayin? Cause when I was, I was actually with him You know what I'm sayin? (Yes, I'm Blu) And, I be like 'What's your name?" And he always be like, "I mean, it's Blu" And I said, "That ain't the name your mama gave you'" For, forreal, and he say, "Yo, whatever" (Yes, I'm Blu) [Verse 1: Blu] Check it, yeah, the truest of the colors With five little sisters and like six younger brothers I look like my mother, but I act like my pops did Whatever he ain't teach to me, the block did (Yes, I'm Blu) Yeah, that same kid in grade school Rocking hand-me-down kicks and still remained Blu (I am) An arrogant fuck that never shared with his lunch But brave enough to sock anyone you dared me to punch Now I'm (Blue) from all the bruises I got 'Cause most time, I lost fights to all the fools that I socked And most dudes that I clocked, end up working for law firms And bitches I jocked, kept teasing me 'til my balls turned (Blue) Now my main goal is to prove to these High school graduates, don't think you out schooling me 'Cause truthfully, I'm sick of these fools thinking they fooling me Wait until the day you feeling blue and see (I am Blu) All two-hundred and fifty-two months of me Plus change, and ain't no punk lame gettin' in front of me (I am) The solo spittin', cocoa scented, photogenic, low-low dippin' Promo-listening rap fan, homo-offended black man (Yes I'm Blu) [Skit] Now tell me, what did you think of him? He use to make fun of me Are you serious? What did he, what did he do? (I, I am) And I don't like him Why don't you like him? What did he–? He used to hurt my arm Are you–? Blu? Are you serious? (Yes I'm Blu) Don't ever say his name! No, I'm sorry (Please I don't like him!) I'm so sorry, it's, what–? (I, I am) What did he actually do? I don't get it He use to dress up like a ninja Oh my God (Yes I'm Blu) [Verse 2: Blu] All twenty-one years of me And no, it ain't a sucker living that can strike fear in me 'Cause spiritually, I know God's here with me But physically I'm frail, I weigh a buck sixty on the scale (Yes I'm Blu) And I stand six feet and four inches A light skin son of a pimp, with no bitches (I am) A nigga with a vision to rise above the limits I was given as a child tryna dwell amongst the clouds In the (Blue) skies, I wish I could fly Just to escape all of the hate and the pride that y'all infected with The answers to your deficit, Alpha, Omega, Genesis Exodus and Leviticus, Numbers and Deuteronomy (Yes I'm) I'm hard as new Geometry, you simple as subtraction You cats in junior high to me, mad tryna box with me (I am) Honestly a man And whether I'm in front of a jam-packed stadium or just two of my fans I am (Blu) [Skit: Blu & Exile] Man fuck that nigga, y'know what I'm sayin'? Straight up man, aye man, pass that blunt though Uh, it's a cigarette (I am) Like I was saying though man, fuck Uh, can I have it back? Fuck that nigga cuz, I be seeing that nigga (Yes I'm Blu) Swear to God (Where am I?) Swear to God man, I be seeing that nigga (I, I am) I be like, "Yo, kick a flow man" This nigga like, "Nah nigga, I'm signed and shit" I'm just like, "Nigga you's a bitch, that's it?" (Yes I'm Blu) That's what I'm talking (Hahahaha, who are you?) [Verse 3: Blu] Now be the next generation of slaves Here to make papes that the record labels rake (I am) A mixtape great, yet a De La fan And I am who I say I am (Yes I'm Blu) And honestly, I just started smoking 'Cause stress I get from labels these days got me tokin' (I am) Hopin' I could try to save the game before it's wasted But I feel like choking rappers out until they face gets (Blue) For ruining the imagery invented I remember niggas breakin' while the DJ was spinnin' And the women use to shake they ass like when they hula-hoop Now the only niggas at your venue is your crew and you (Blue) But I'm proof that truth can sell as well as sex Don't get it twisted, I spit as well as I sex But it took years of practice with wack chicks Now I'm proud to tell you what my name is when you asking (I am Blu) And I grew through the years, shedding blood, sweat and tears Getting love and the respect to my peers (I, I am) Blu whether you like it or not Like the color that my skin is finna be when my heartbeat stops (Yes I'm Blu) I am, Blu [Interlude: Blu] I, I am (And I'll keep on being blue) Yo, uh, uh, get on down Get, get, get on down, uh-huh, uh-huh (Cause what else can I) (Keep on being blue) Everybody just get on down The whole world, we finna get on down, down (Cause what else can I—) To the, to the, to the, to the Exile sound (Keep on being blue) The whole world finna get on down (Cause what else can I—) Just, just, just move with it, just vibe with it (Keep on being blue) And have fun (What else?) my big smile, y'all, uh (Cause what else can I—) [Verse 4: Blu & Exile] What can I do for you? Back in this bitch Not a damn thing, I keep my campaign popping like a zip Exile for president who ran game On your mans name, sh-sh-shout out to my man Dane Heard you was duckin' when the champs came You try to hide and stay dry from my camp's rain We bare flames on the amplifier mic tip And growing samples on some hype shit (What?) on some Tribe shit You on point, Tip? All the time, Phife shit Heaters when the mics lit, punching on some fight shit But it's peas on some rice shit, on with the light switch Bomb and ignite shit, pause, let me write this Song before my mic gets drawn, I'm on some life shit I'm on some death shit, "Wild Wild West" shit Bushwacker, stomp you on some WWF shit Fucking up your press kit, don't get depressed kid Child running wild on some cloud 9 next shit And Exile blessed it, holy water spit Bitches Brew, Blu hexed it, bulletproof vested Running wild on some TEC shit, nine lives left Don't stress it, spitting with my heart behind bars On some cardiac arrest shit, showin cats the exit Come on, take a rest kid, you don't wanna test this Number 2 pencil, no eraser for corrections Exile's been selected, girlies get erections Poppin out with knifes, slicing wifey C-sections I, I see sections of my life be corrected But I always be Blu like I always be the D crew S crew, guess who? Bless Blu with another track to express truth And even Ex is tryna stay less stressed too So bang my tape deck when my texts bless you I collect checks and move to get chips, and Blu never lose I break rules to get fixed and soothe like quidditch And bangin in your coupe even after you dismiss And give you a quick fix, so roll up and hit this In her mouth with a big kiss, I hope she got big tits But I don't have big dick, it's small like a lizard Al Tambor, what is it? Okay, so I hit this I feel so explicit, oh tell me what is it It's me on some Chappelle on that when I get rich bitch Biatch! (Oh my word!) check it But I'll always be broke though, so pay if you owe dough I'm comin' out the booth on some Nappy Roots pro-folk And classy folks don't know the shit that we go through Holler if you know blow, hoes don't want broke bros And bros don't want broke Rolls, they diggin' for gold souls Tryna find a diamond mine, patching up old hopes And I'm oh so broke though, a rhyme-wanting local Sleek in a locomotive, eating my hoco They look at me loco, because I am loco Insane in the graveyard, ditch diggin a Volvo I'm crackin' like egg yolks, get it crackin' like egg yolks Ay folks, Ex and Blu get the pesos From rocking a stage show, from LA to Waco From packed amphitheaters to low-rider trade shows Plus when we blaze flows, we makin' a drug for me We taking it back, baby, baby [Interlude: Blu] Yo, man, let's get the fuck outta here, hahaha, shit [Verse 5: Exile] Microphone and, check listen Talking about your mom, kissing and this "Señor, like your wiener", she said to me Said "Bitch, give head to me Your son is dead to me He is a, wack MC Matter of fact, I pack MCs In my bubblegum and chew 'em up, they laugh at me Why's that, wisecat when I rip raps Raw than a motherfucking, guy with no back That I ripped off when I saw his whole, chest cavity Got a cavity from chewing them up What the fuck, listen, I be wording them up I be weirder than fu— [Outro] I wr-write, I write in red ink That-that-that turns to blue-to-to blue When-when-when the book closes-closes