I'm Him

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Ya, ducing the one and only
 I'm him, I'm him, I'm him, I'm him
 I'm him, I'm him, I'm him, I'm him
 I'm him, I'm him, I'm him, I'm him
 I'm him, I'm him, I'm him, I'm him
 Knowledge is the base of existence that I build upon
 Ya intelligence through the power of the real
 Wisdom is a purified word or an act
 That can bring rap back in fact I'm ill
 Get knowledge, get the wisdom but in everythin' you gettin'
 Hope you get the understandin' so youll see the picture clear
 O seven is the year, oh, heaven has appeared
 Hold me close to ya ear, God is so Devin ere
 To all the pimps who bare the diamond studded cups
 Lyrically bankrupt, hold 'em out, I'll fill 'em up
 I'm like the shine on ya diamond studded cuffs
 Fine wine to a cup, Manischewitz I prefer
 Ka-shar la-pasach, you are on my jock
 Black earth on my arm, ask her who da bomb
 I'm from the era where G was for God
 And a cipher was a circle full of Gods addin' on
 One twenty on the capno shit
 Trenton City on the map, look bitch
 Who ever taught it to ya ass like this?
 Somebody tell these muthafuckahs I'm him
 Seventeen inch spoke no rims
 Clark Wallabies, Chucks or Timbs
 Do the knowledge how he tilt that brim?
 Somebody tell these muthafuckahs I'm him
 If hip hop is a culture and the culture ain't the business
 Hip hop is forever livin', so the culture can't dead
 A throw-back to the era of the vinyl and cassette
 So let the DJ pull it up or rewind what I said
 Truth, power and so refine
 Supreme equality every time
 Oh, so ghetto but don't promote crime
 Sisters, holla hands off that, God's mine
 Lock ya hammer we can seckle the BS
 I can teach you to be fresh, you're an adolescent mess
 Keep it hood but who you tryin' to impress
 Hip hop's my house so stop lyin' to my guest
 Substance, content lackin' from your flows
 Money, hoes, clothes isn't all a brother knows?
 Or is it, 'cause if it is I will suppose
 Or should I say suggest, you're rockin' with the best
 One twenty on the capno shit
 Trenton City on the map, look bitch
 Who ever taught it to ya ass like this?
 Somebody tell these muthafuckahs I'm him
 Seventeen inch spoke no rims
 Clark Wallabies, Chucks or Timbs
 Do the knowledge how he tilt that brim?
 Somebody tell these muthafuckahs I'm him
 Supercalifragilistic just ask me I'm the dopest
 I was speedin' when I wrote this you can sue me if it's too quick
 Tonic and a chew-stick how I do it to it
 Guess he still got it, how the fuck could I lose it?
 We can build or destroy, oh boy
 I'm not promotin' violence, I'm just killin' all the noise
 But do the supa really have to clap another rapper?
 Slap a program director for a little bit of burn
 Maybe this three eighty or some half naked ladies
 In this drop top Mercedes make ya turn-tables turn
 Stable and firm, labels concerned
 Is he really hot? Muthafuckahs dis burns
 It's his turn, lightenin' strikin' twice
 Same place location, don't get lost in translation
 Listen, observe, proper education always cause
 An expert to make self born and complete the cipher
 One twenty on the capno shit
 Trenton City on the map, look bitch
 Who ever taught it to ya ass like this?
 Somebody tell these muthafuckahs I'm him
 Seventeen inch spoke no rims
 Clark Wallabies, Chucks or Timbs
 Do the knowledge how he tilt that brim?
 Somebody tell these muthafuckahs I'm him

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Duration
03:36
Key
2
Tempo
103 BPM

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