Blue As I Can Be

"No matter where I go, or how far I roam"
 "Blue, baby, just like yourself"
 "Exile and B-L"
 The Los Angeles city skyline is like a photograph of my mind
 I could feel the sea's breeze every time that I rhyme
 Cool guy, coulda played trumpet in a suit and tie
 Barbers coulda cut a smoother line so it's U-N-I-versal
 First song I ever recorded
 Felt important, I had to paint my portrait enormous
 Clouds forming, the sun falls and darkness rises
 Yo it's like this every time I close my eyelids
 Bro I grew up in the city of violence, was known for the riots
 And now that I'm grown, I stay blown all alone
 Was thinking bout those who didn't make it
 In my zone dreaming bout how far we could take it
 From the basement, I never been one to run from
 Guns sung every night where I come from, the blood runs (B-L)
 Never fail, you can tell hell
 I would never sell out, even if I'm on sale, retail
 Presales, you can see God in the details
 Midnight Blue, Kenny Burrell shocked the world like the law got
 Caught in the third rail, burn Ls
 Thinkin bout my daughter's future walking outta jail, so thorough
 Even as a kid, I wanted to be big
 Like Jigga, "Can I Live?," ten siblings need a crib
 Like the ones on Cribs, niggas facing long bids
 Tryna make it where I live, real talk it's common sense, I'm
 "I am the nappy kid from Cali
 B-L-U"
 "Every time I see you it's like the first time I meet you"
 "The nappy kid from Cali"
 "You ain't me"
 "A never-ending saga when I rap to these beats"
 "I got my props off the rhymes that I invented
 'Cause I spoke my mind and I meant it"
 "Exile and B-L"
 I fell onto the planet, knowledge, born building understanding
 Dropping poems on the illest canvas
 South Central, Los Angeles,
 where niggas hold pistols and start scandals
 I picked up a pencil and wrote anthems, my city mold champions
 Talent show battling, managing life challenging
 And I would write traveling unraveling thoughts
 Pass the mic before I pass you the blunt
 Smash the stage then I pass up the cost, acting a fool
 Rapping was cool, sorta something we could actually do
 Mastered my views, get my cash stacking after my dues
 Classic tunes, platinum plaques back-to-back with my crew
 Black and blue, back to rocking black on black at the show
 Pack up the show, black the block, we gotta block out the news
 Blackout at shows, no Glock, black proud and I'm Blu
 I used to sing James Brown, I used to talk through towns
 Tearing down egos, rocking gold, wearing a crown
 Airing our style,
 all hail to the king, hair grew out wild long time ago
 Ten years exactly, where are they now?
 I've been B-L, back when they was clapping at fools
 After school for acting cool, I just had a backpack full of raps
 Avenue Blu is finna battle you spit
 45 Calliber, raps that'll dismantle you, my album's done, I'm back
 Told the homie, "Don't bang, just hang with me"
 Cribmania, the whole gang was me, it's so gangsta to be
 "Blue," "True blue when I bust"
 "I am" "B-L-U"
 "The cloud becomes black and the sky becomes blue"
 "Out of the blue, time for a new young king to rule:
 "But if I have to, I go all out with no mic"
 "I might be the color blue"
 "A new fresh rap"
 "Exile and B-L"
 Yeah, just when I thought I was blanking out, I blanked out
 Back in the day, I used to dream about banking out, and I'm banked out
 With change, change
 Make cent, pay dues now pay rent
 Same shoes I work in, I church in
 Service, the shirt fits, the roof over my head, the bed under my ass
 I hear rumbling, put my ear to the wall
 Nothing but jazz,
 grandad musta had that on blast, oh here they come again
 James Brown put eight drummers in his band
 The promoter put 200 in my hand, I'm a mad man
 Track under the rap just to match to the gas can
 Last dance, Miles Davis, Coltrane, Philly Joe
 Fuck that, brought it back, Max Roach
 Wack hoes got smoked quicker than the last roach
 Bad joke, we pack boats when black folks had a chance
 Fuck slavery, we build pyramids with a helping hand
 Made a classic with this rap shit, ain't look back since
 Build a black fence around my mansion, I'm a black man
 Black hand, black fists clenched, activist
 Black Panther Party bigger pistol packing wrapping Christmas gifts
 I'm gifted rappin', if you can get it grabbing grams
 Grip it on another level take a stand
 Hate the hate and shake the salt
 Break the vault and quake the asphalt
 But I spark the bark until I'm retarded