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Who Am I?

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N!cky G - Rap

Who Am I?

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December 31, 2015.

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Verse 1 My eyes are open Looking for the golden One, who will come right through the Trojan I feel I am the chosen The one who is outspoken My vocal chords are swollen This potion's in my blood like hemoglobin I'm an omen, oxygen is broken I'm poetic as Odin, I grope on every moment I sweat the most potent I'm swimming through this ocean, even though it's frozen Mind over matter is my slogan I'm a rapper with devotion to my emotions I'm bulking like Hulk Hogan I feel the dope when I'm toking Inhalation is my notion! All my words have already been in motion I don't speak what I want to do I speak what I do do, I'm the s*** I'm the dude who flew I'm Nick-e, I just do I smoke honey on my weed like Boo-Boo Don't make me shoot cause I aim through you A silent marksman Mark my dark pen I'm in the darkness Having my tools sharpened My words are like carbon My lines a jargon It's what I got, from the Devil's bargain I'm the farthest from a Martian But I'm humanity's guardian Chorus Who Am I? Who Am I? Do I understand who I am or is the search just starting? Who Am I? Who Am I? (I…I…I…I…I…) Verse 2 I was born into the world expected to sprint They wanted me to give fire but gave me no flint Expected me, to figure out life's mystery, without a hint Told me to stare into the sun and not squint Fig-ured my eyes would grow tint Emptied my pockets except for the lint Pushed my face in the grit Told me "Make me rich", then split Oh, how that started to itch That rubbed me the wrong way as if Opposite of the clit That's when I started to spit Drew out a blueprint I got into my spit So I grip my words tight like a pistol Project my verbs like liquid crystals Dig into the earth and rip out fistfuls I am the official, I play past the whistle Not a fair sport when this is my court I'm Andre the Giant, you're too short Too little like Stuart, this is a contact sport I built a fort to thwart anyone who tries to contort Me, and be icky and stick to my dick like genital warts I don't come up short, I support, the poor But not escorts, or whores G is the best on both sides of the sea, I'm an import My rhymes are everywhere at all times, I teleport I don't want you to inhale my lines anymore…fucking snort!

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  • Llegos