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Blu
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I Am Blu
制作:Exile
[Verse 1:Blu] Check it, (yeah), the truest of the colors With 5 little sisters and like 6 younger brothers I look like my mother, but I act like my pops did Whatever he ain't teaching to me the block did That same kid in grade school Rocking hand-me down kicks and still remain blue An arrogant fuck that never share with his lunch But brave enough to sock anyone you dare me to punch now (I'm Blu) From all the bruises I got Cus' most time I lost fights to all the foos that I sock And most dudes that I clock ended up working for law firms And bitches I jock get teasing me till my balls turn (Blu) Now my main goal is to prove to these High school graduates, don't think you out schooling me Cus' truthfully I'm sick of these fools thinking they fooling me Wait until the day you feeling Blu and see (I am Blu) All 200 and 52 months in me Plus change there ain't no punk lane gettin' in front of me To solo spittin', cocoa scented Photogenic, low-low dippin' Promo listening rap fan Homo offended black man
[Skit] Blu: What did you think of him? Man: He use to make fun of me Blu: Are you serious? What did he do? Man: And I don't like him Blu: Why don;t you like him, what did he do? Man: He use to hurt my arm Blu: Blu? Man: Don't ever say his name, (no I'm sorry) I said I don't like him Blu: I'm so sorry, what did he actually do? I don't get it Man: He use to dress up like a ninja Blu: Oh...God
[Verse 2: Blu] All 21 one years of me, and no it ain't a sucker living that can strike fear in me Cus' spiritually, I know Gods here with me And physically I'm frail, I weigh about 160 on the scale And I stand 6 feet and 4 inches A light skin son of a pimp, with no bitches A nigga with a vision to rise above the limits I was given as a child tryna dwell amongst the clouds, and a Skies I wish a could fly Just to escape all of the hate and the pride that y'all affected with The answers to your deficit Alpha Omega Genesis Exodus and Leviticus Numbers and Deuteronomy I'm hard as new Geometry You simple as attraction, you cats in junior high to me Mad tryna box with with me, honestly the man And whether I'm in front of a jammed packed stadium or just 2 of my fans I am (Blu)
[Verse 3: Blu] I be the next generation of slaves here to make capes that the record labels rake A mix-tapes great, yet a De La fan And I am who I say I am (yes I'm blu) An honestly I just started smoking Cus' stress I get from labels these days got me tokin Hopin' I could try to save the game before it's wasted But I feel like choking rappers face till they face gets (blu) For ruining the imagery invented I remember niggas breakin' while the DJ was spinin' And the women use to shake they ass like when they who-la-hoop Now the only niggas at your venue is your crew and you 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'll probably tell you what my name is when you ask it (Blu) And I grew through the years shedding blood Sweating tears, getting love and the respect of my peers Blu whether you like it or not Like the colour that my skin is fina be when my heart stops Cus' I am (Blu)
[Verse 4: Blu & Exile] What can I do for you back in this bitch Not a dam thing I keep my campaign popping like a champaign Cus' im the president who ran game All your mans (?), shout out to my man Dane Heard you was duckin' when the champs came You try to hide and stay dry from my camps rain We bare flames on the amplifier mic tip And throw some samples on some hype shit On some Tribe shit You on point Tip, all the time Phife shit Addidas when the mics' lit, punching on some fight shit But it's Kadice on some rice shit On with the light switch, bomb and ignite shit Pause let me right this song before my mic gets strung up on some life shit I'm a on some death shit, wild wild west shit Bushwacker stomp you on some WWF shit Fucking up your press kit, don't get the press kid Child on some cloud 9 next shit Exile blessed it holy water spit Bitches Brew Blu hexed it Bulletproof vested when they wile on some text shit 9 lives left so don't stress it Spitting with my heart behind bars, cardiac arrest shit Showin cats the exit Come on take a rest kid, you don't want to test this Number 2 pencil, no eraser for corrections Exile's been selected, girlies get errections Poppin out with knifes slicing wifey C-sections I see sections of my life be corrected But I always be Blu, Like I always be the (?) Ask crew, guess who Bless Blu With another track to express truth And and even Ex is tryna save less stress too So bang my tape deck with my text bless you I collect checks and move to get chips And Blu never lose I break rules to get (?) (???) I'm bangin in your coupe even after (??) And give you a quick fix So roll up and hit this In the mouth with a big kiss I hope she got big tits But I don't have big dick It's small like a (?) (?) what time is it? I feel so explicit Oh tell me what is it It's me on some Chapelle when I (?) I get rich bitch But I'll always be broke though, so pay if you owe dough I'm commin' out the booth for some nappy roots (?) And classy folks don't know the shit that we go thorugh Holler if you know blow Hoes that walk broke bros And bros that walk broke (?) (????) Tryna find a diamond mine, patching up old hopes And why I'm so broke though I (??) locals, sit in a loco motive, (?) my locals They look at me loco, because I am loco Insane in the graveyard, ditch diggin' a (?) I'm crackin' like egg yokes, get it crackin' like egg yokes Ey folks Ex and Blu get the pesos From rocking a stage show, from LA to Wako From pack down for theaters, to low-rider trade shows Plus when we blaze flows we makin' a (?) for me
(I write in red ink that turns to blue when the book closes)
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