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Blu (rapper)( John Barnes III )
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I Am Blu
Producer：Exile
[Verse 1:Blu]
Check it, (yeah), the truest of the colors
With 5 little sisters and like 6 younger brothers
I look like my mother, but I act like my pops did
Whatever he ain't teaching to me the block did
That same kid in grade school
Rocking hand-me down kicks and still remain blue
An arrogant fuck that never share with his lunch
But brave enough to sock anyone you dare me to punch now (I'm Blu)
From all the bruises I got
Cus' most time I lost fights to all the foos that I sock
And most dudes that I clock ended up working for law firms
And bitches I jock get teasing me till my balls turn (Blu)
Now my main goal is to prove to these
High school graduates, don't think you out schooling me
Cus' truthfully I'm sick of these fools thinking they fooling me
Wait until the day you feeling Blu and see (I am Blu)
All 200 and 52 months in me
Plus change there ain't no punk lane gettin' in front of me
To solo spittin', cocoa scented
Photogenic, low-low dippin'
Promo listening rap fan
Homo offended black man
[Skit]
Blu: What did you think of him?
Man: He use to make fun of me
Blu: Are you serious? What did he do?
Man: And I don't like him
Blu: Why don;t you like him, what did he do?
Man: He use to hurt my arm
Blu: Blu?
Man: Don't ever say his name, (no I'm sorry) I said I don't like him
Blu: I'm so sorry, what did he actually do? I don't get it
Man: He use to dress up like a ninja
Blu: Oh...God
[Verse 2: Blu]
All 21 one years of me, and no it ain't a sucker living that can strike fear in me
Cus' spiritually, I know Gods here with me
And physically I'm frail, I weigh about 160 on the scale
And I stand 6 feet and 4 inches
A light skin son of a pimp, with no bitches
A nigga with a vision to rise above the limits
I was given as a child tryna dwell amongst the clouds, and a
Skies I wish a could fly
Just to escape all of the hate and the pride that y'all affected with
The answers to your deficit
Alpha Omega Genesis
Exodus and Leviticus
Numbers and Deuteronomy
I'm hard as new Geometry
You simple as attraction, you cats in junior high to me
Mad tryna box with with me, honestly the man
And whether I'm in front of a jammed packed stadium or just 2 of my fans I am
(Blu)
[Verse 3: Blu]
I be the next generation of slaves here to make capes that the record labels rake
A mix-tapes great, yet a De La fan
And I am who I say I am (yes I'm blu)
An honestly I just started smoking
Cus' stress I get from labels these days got me tokin
Hopin' I could try to save the game before it's wasted
But I feel like choking rappers face till they face gets (blu)
For ruining the imagery invented
I remember niggas breakin' while the DJ was spinin'
And the women use to shake they ass like when they who-la-hoop
Now the only niggas at your venue is your crew and you
But I'm proof that truth can sell as well as sex
Don't get it twisted, I spit as well as I sex
But it took years of practice with wack chicks
Now I'll probably tell you what my name is when you ask it (Blu)
And I grew through the years shedding blood
Sweating tears, getting love and the respect of my peers
Blu whether you like it or not
Like the colour that my skin is fina be when my heart stops
Cus' I am (Blu)
[Verse 4: Blu & Exile]
What can I do for you back in this bitch
Not a dam thing
I keep my campaign popping like a champaign
Cus' im the president who ran game
All your mans (?), shout out to my man Dane
Heard you was duckin' when the champs came
You try to hide and stay dry from my camps rain
We bare flames on the amplifier mic tip
And throw some samples on some hype shit
On some Tribe shit
You on point Tip, all the time Phife shit
Addidas when the mics' lit, punching on some fight shit
But it's Kadice on some rice shit
On with the light switch, bomb and ignite shit
Pause let me right this song before my mic gets strung up on some life shit
I'm a on some death shit, wild wild west shit
Bushwacker stomp you on some WWF shit
Fucking up your press kit, don't get the press kid
Child on some cloud 9 next shit
Exile blessed it holy water spit Bitches Brew Blu hexed it
Bulletproof vested when they wile on some text shit
9 lives left so don't stress it
Spitting with my heart behind bars, cardiac arrest shit
Showin cats the exit
Come on take a rest kid, you don't want to test this
Number 2 pencil, no eraser for corrections
Exile's been selected, girlies get errections
Poppin out with knifes slicing wifey C-sections
I see sections of my life be corrected
But I always be Blu, Like I always be the (?)
Ask crew, guess who
Bless Blu
With another track to express truth
And and even Ex is tryna save less stress too
So bang my tape deck with my text bless you
I collect checks and move to get chips
And Blu never lose
I break rules to get (?)
(???)
I'm bangin in your coupe even after (??)
And give you a quick fix
So roll up and hit this
In the mouth with a big kiss
I hope she got big tits
But I don't have big dick
It's small like a (?)
(?) what time is it?
I feel so explicit
Oh tell me what is it
It's me on some Chapelle when I (?) I get rich bitch
But I'll always be broke though, so pay if you owe dough
I'm commin' out the booth for some nappy roots (?)
And classy folks don't know the shit that we go thorugh
Holler if you know blow
Hoes that walk broke bros
And bros that walk broke (?)
(????)
Tryna find a diamond mine, patching up old hopes
And why I'm so broke though
I (??) locals, sit in a loco motive, (?) my locals
They look at me loco, because I am loco
Insane in the graveyard, ditch diggin' a (?)
I'm crackin' like egg yokes, get it crackin' like egg yokes
Ey folks
Ex and Blu get the pesos
From rocking a stage show, from LA to Wako
From pack down for theaters, to low-rider trade shows
Plus when we blaze flows we makin' a (?) for me
(I write in red ink that turns to blue when the book closes)
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