I Am

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Yo, yo I been wreckin shop since I can hardly remember
 Then I pick niggaz off they axe, yell "TIMBERRRRRR!"
 Obie Trice the big lip slim nigga
 I got the antidote that'll heat the fuckin winter
 I'm too nice for MC's to wanna fight with this
 I'm more like Christ when I recite my shit
 So come and +Meet Joe Black+, cause I'm the voice that you hear
 when you're havin a heart attack and I appear
 Obie Trice the ill nigga, Hilfiger
 Polo, Girbaud, boost out the sto's
 Catch niggaz on the avenue (WHO NEED CLOTHES?!)
 Code name Lenny; nigga give me a penny
 Penetrate your pussy girl, when I'm tipsy
 Don't be scared, when thecuit's in your lights
 And I cock back to cause death on site
 Shit, I'm like Iron Mike when that nigga first appeared
 I'm like Michael Jordan at the prime of his career
 I'm like Nasty Nas down +Memory Lane+
 +Sittin in Da Park+ after dark slingin my 'caine
 I'm Obie Trice
 Yo, I'm Obie Trice
 "Y-y-y'all, y'all know the name!"
 "One in a mil'" - "Got it made"
 "Clever with rhymes, it's like whatever with mines"
 "Represent, by all means"
 "Let your mans know"
 "I am" - "Obie Trice, brings terror"
 "Strapped with the heat"
 "Mr. Trice, dopest nigga"
 Yo, yo I done travelled the world, fuck physical
 but through soundwaves with my name engraved in cortex cere-bre-als
 Cross the planet, niggaz took Obie Trice for granted
 but managed to think twice, when a slug landed
 Hand it to Obie, he'll fuck some'n up!
 That shit follow me since I been breakin Tonka trucks
 And cause I rap now, you think that you trap
 Can't remind me of that plow from way back
 I come equipped with lyrics that assist niggaz in depth
 O-vorkian, at the fuckin sickly's request
 I leave a mess, and take Slim Shady's advice
 Cock, a wig and high heels and RuPaul for life
 Obie motherfuckin Trice
 w/ minor variations
 I'm fat, I'll never lose that like Subway Jared
 I keep killin niggaz from the, shit that you're hearin
 And while I'm at my hearin, shit I just grim the judge
 Roll my eyes 'til the debt don't budge
 And bounce when a bitch pronounce, not guilty
 Been filthy, fuckin sluts 'til nuts empty
 Ugly bitches tempt me, run it
 I take 'em old school with the C-section slits down her stomach
 Most people might vomit
 Gimme stretch marks and cigarette burns, I pay homage boo
 Y'all hoes need love too
 I'd rather fuck you, while the boys scream (FUCK
 

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Duration
03:20
Key
10
Tempo
91 BPM

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