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Chubb Rock - I Am What I Am lyrics
[verse one] Here we go, ha ha Thou shalt not have no other great one but me Transcribin my lyrics is the c-h-u-b The lyrics that you hear is not his but mine While, biblical words don't need to ra-hyme I said, "let there be a light," and there was light And the breeze (?), like that kid who made "i-ight" But men took mad dominion, over men Hard bondage with backs and, knees that must bend But only in prayer, i make your head need ibuprof'/bayer Call me, the number one player But hey.. the one pharoahes, parlayed In the land of egypt, when that slave shit behaved Bythia(?) drew me, from the nile to smile on the people After me there will be a sequel And i'll praise my name, in the jam Call me what you want, but i am what i am [verse two] Hehe, i live in the souls of men, and women And pilgrims and children who wiggle, to the rhythm Just go, the people have corrupted themselves They toke the devil's smoke, puffing their l's I'll send, my only son down, to bless you And observe how you know him, and that will test you Years, of sufferation, will burn the nation With adultery, skirt-chasin and crotch-blazin You never learn - look how many times i kilt ya I burnt ya, i drowned ya, i froze ya I stripped your land and destroyed ya culture Next time you better give me some R-e-s-p-e (c-t) now hold ya but i love ya I invented aids but also, invented the rubber Each one teach one brother Take my name in vain and you're gone like damn Call me what you want, but i am what i am [verse three] Ha ha Now you got light skin, dark skin, east coast, west coast Old school, new school, dumb-ass fools One land, one people, i am the one Figure you disobeyed so i made the word "nigger" You can change the diction, but can't change what i'm writin I script those pulitzer books for that kid, michael crichton Like {*tch tch tch*} i am the hi-hat I am the m-i-c, i am easy mo bee And easy mo is me, he gets down when i want him to get down I put the heights in the crown I wrote the dead sea scrolls, i'm "strictly business" I made erick and parrish go gold My crew is tan, darker than tan, i made the ku klux klan I made rush +def+ but, able to +jam+ I'm flam, and i'm intricate You must and should be a fan and i am what i am [verse four] The praise of the "goodfella" is long past done Deniro's an actor, on cue, totin a gun Action! forty-five colt bolt, it gets messy Then copycat murders flow to joe schmoe pesci Then the ladies, sex, to the break of dawn and Another quaalude, and she'll love me in the mornin Fast pace, "scarface," you can't win, god's race When you're sparkin noah's ark, and you're in god's place Baby - cock up your foot and you act crazy Every "distinguished gentleman" wants a lady You can't bug, when you wanna play real life cocoa When you're "down and out in beverly hills" with oprah "mi vida loca," and then it turns to weed smokers Then you're dead, dealin with them kids from +cosa nostra+ But no autographs you must, already be a fan I am what i am and that's all that i am |
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