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?