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?