Who Am I
Who am I I ask myself daily, I originate from a dark place, quite and shady, Dressed in all black, I represent what made me, And I've got a knack, For remaining vaguely, And here lately, How strangely, I look back to what made me, Crazy and just maybe, All of you can get to safety, I'm wild with a case of rabies, You need to sedate me, and put me in a cage, Hurry and loose the key, Swhirrling flames when I speak, Whacha gonna do to me, I am outta your reach, Yall need to practice whacha preach, I profess I gotta lesson to teach. So listen up when I speak, I'm dropping wisdom in bars, I'm not rapping bout bitches, ice,lean, chains and a cars, I'm more bizarre, fire the alarm, lyrically harms any artist within arms reach, I preach, listen to me when I speak, I got what you seek, syllables and technique, I'm unique feel free to critique, But if yo shit ain't bustin buster, Mumblin rappin , unheard mutterin, Stu- Stu- Studerin, I stay rhyme constructin' You can get to packin, all the fuckin way outta Manhattan or the Appalachian, Im like a dragon , attackin, Allen Jackson in his cabin and smashed his Volkswagen into a fractions, for satisfaction, just. To get a reaction, I'm imagine in abstraction, so. with a transaction I become a lyrical assassin , with no distractions. Better get to packin. Better get the fuck away, How many times do I have to say, I'm use to this rappin, rapper tapping, shots fired, get back, click clack, its happenin, And paper I'm stacking it, In the back of my Cadillac till its bustin out the sack, And I know exact-,ly the right change, You need to maintain ya lane, I'm swerving 8 lanes in heavy rain, With nothing to gain, In my brain, I'm insane, Get the whips, Get the chains, Get the pimps, Get the dames, Gotta get it while the getting good, Gotta get it every kinda way, Gotta go get it daily, Regardless what the hatin say, Gotta get it like Dyson grey Are you hearing what I spray, Like automatic AK, Russian made, I'm ready to blow like a grenade, I'm ready to go like today, I can hear you talking, But I dont hear what you say I'm tryn freestyle on sway, I dont play, I'll spit so many bars You better get outta my way But like a blockade, blocking the gate, your in the middle of my highway, What can I say, I guess when you made it this way Its impossible not to stray, from the rhyme , But you find with time, inside your mind, you can find the right word to say. Like a fucking ray of sunshine Bend the words Bend the rhymes Stretch the fabric Of time, Lost in my labyrinth of rhymes Lastly I'm establishing it as mine Dont ask me, I'ma stabbing machine designed, To take jabs,at these dabbing rappers throwin up peace signs, Best bet ima get a piece of mine, in time, But I cant find any peace of mind, with my rhymes, They just keep going on,
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Who am I I ask myself daily, I originate from a dark place, quite and shady, Dressed in all black, I represent what made me, And I've got a knack, For remaining vaguely, And here lately, How strangely, I look back to what made me, Crazy and just maybe, All of you can get to safety, I'm wild with a case of rabies, You need to sedate me, and put me in a cage, Hurry and loose the key, Swhirrling flames when I speak, Whacha gonna do to me, I am outta your reach, Yall need to practice whacha preach, I profess I gotta lesson to teach. So listen up when I speak, I'm dropping wisdom in bars, I'm not rapping bout bitches, ice,lean, chains and a cars, I'm more bizarre, fire the alarm, lyrically harms any artist within arms reach, I preach, listen to me when I speak, I got what you seek, syllables and technique, I'm unique feel free to critique, But if yo shit ain't bustin buster, Mumblin rappin , unheard mutterin, Stu- Stu- Studerin, I stay rhyme constructin' You can get to packin, all the fuckin way outta Manhattan or the Appalachian, Im like a dragon , attackin, Allen Jackson in his cabin and smashed his Volkswagen into a fractions, for satisfaction, just. To get a reaction, I'm imagine in abstraction, so. with a transaction I become a lyrical assassin , with no distractions. Better get to packin. Better get the fuck away, How many times do I have to say, I'm use to this rappin, rapper tapping, shots fired, get back, click clack, its happenin, And paper I'm stacking it, In the back of my Cadillac till its bustin out the sack, And I know exact-,ly the right change, You need to maintain ya lane, I'm swerving 8 lanes in heavy rain, With nothing to gain, In my brain, I'm insane, Get the whips, Get the chains, Get the pimps, Get the dames, Gotta get it while the getting good, Gotta get it every kinda way, Gotta go get it daily, Regardless what the hatin say, Gotta get it like Dyson grey Are you hearing what I spray, Like automatic AK, Russian made, I'm ready to blow like a grenade, I'm ready to go like today, I can hear you talking, But I dont hear what you say I'm tryn freestyle on sway, I dont play, I'll spit so many bars You better get outta my way But like a blockade, blocking the gate, your in the middle of my highway, What can I say, I guess when you made it this way Its impossible not to stray, from the rhyme , But you find with time, inside your mind, you can find the right word to say. Like a fucking ray of sunshine Bend the words Bend the rhymes Stretch the fabric Of time, Lost in my labyrinth of rhymes Lastly I'm establishing it as mine Dont ask me, I'ma stabbing machine designed, To take jabs,at these dabbing rappers throwin up peace signs, Best bet ima get a piece of mine, in time, But I cant find any peace of mind, with my rhymes, They just keep going on,
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