I Am... lyrics

[Intro: Blu]
Y'all know the name! (I am Blu)

[Skit]
It's crazy, Kris, he be thinking he all that and sh*t
I be like, f*ck that n*gga, you know what I'm sayin?
Cause when I was, I was actually with him
You know what I'm sayin? (Yes, I'm Blu)
And, I be like 'What's your name?"
And he always be like, "I mean, it's Blu"
And I said, "That ain't the name your mama gave you'"
For, forreal, and he say, "Yo, whatever" (Yes, I'm Blu)

[Verse 1: Blu]
Check it, yeah, the truest of the colors
With five little sisters and like six younger brothers
I look like my mother, but I act like my pops did
Whatever he ain't teach to me, the block did (Yes, I'm Blu)
Yeah, that same kid in grade school
Rocking hand-me-down kicks and still remained Blu (I am)
An arrogant f*ck that never shared with his lunch
But brave enough to sock anyone you dared me to punch
Now I'm (Blue) from all the bruises I got
'Cause most time, I lost fights to all the fools that I socked
And most dudes that I clocked, end up working for law firms
And b*tches I jocked, kept teasing me 'til my balls turned (Blue)
Now my main goal is to prove to these
High school graduates, don't think you out schooling me
'Cause truthfully, I'm sick of these fools thinking they fooling me
Wait until the day you feeling blue and see (I am Blu)
All two-hundred and fifty-two months of me
Plus change, and ain't no punk lame gettin' in front of me (I am)
The solo spittin', cocoa scented, photogenic, low-low dippin'
Promo-listening rap fan, homo-offended black man (Yes I’m Blu)
[Skit]
Now tell me, what did you think of him?
He use to make fun of me
Are you serious? What did he, what did he do? (I, I am)
And I don't like him
Why don't you like him? What did he–?
He used to hurt my arm
Are you–? Blu? Are you serious? (Yes I’m Blu)
Don't ever say his name!
No, I'm sorry (Please I don't like him!)
I'm so sorry, it's, what–? (I, I am)
What did he actually do? I don't get it
He use to dress up like a ninja
Oh my God (Yes I’m Blu)

[Verse 2: Blu]
All twenty-one years of me
And no, it ain't a sucker living that can strike fear in me
'Cause spiritually, I know God's here with me
But physically I'm frail, I weigh a buck sixty on the scale (Yes I’m Blu)
And I stand six feet and four inches
A light skin son of a pimp, with no b*tches (I am)
A n*gga with a vision to rise above the limits
I was given as a child tryna dwell amongst the clouds
In the (Blue) skies, I wish I could fly
Just to escape all of the hate and the pride that y'all infected with
The answers to your deficit, Alpha, Omega, Genesis
Exodus and Leviticus, Numbers and Deuteronomy (Yes I’m)
I'm hard as new Geometry, you simple as subtraction
You cats in junior high to me, mad tryna box with me (I am)
Honestly a man
And whether I'm in front of a jam-packed stadium or just two of my fans
I am (Blu)
[Skit: Blu & Exile]
Man f*ck that n*gga, y'know what I'm sayin'?
Straight up man, aye man, pass that blunt though
Uh, it's a cigarette (I am)
Like I was saying though man, f*ck
Uh, can I have it back?
f*ck that n*gga cuz, I be seeing that n*gga (Yes I’m Blu)
Swear to God (Where am I?)
Swear to God man, I be seeing that n*gga (I, I am)
I be like, "Yo, kick a flow man"
This n*gga like, "Nah n*gga, I'm signed and sh*t"
I'm just like, "n*gga you's a b*tch, that's it?" (Yes I’m Blu)
That's what I'm talking (Hahahaha, who are you?)

[Verse 3: Blu]
Now be the next generation of slaves
Here to make papes that the record labels rake (I am)
A mixtape great, yet a De La fan
And I am who I say I am (Yes I'm Blu)
And honestly, I just started smoking
'Cause stress I get from labels these days got me tokin' (I am)
Hopin' I could try to save the game before it's wasted
But I feel like choking rappers out until they face gets (Blue)
For ruining the imagery invented
I remember n*ggas breakin' while the DJ was spinnin'
And the women use to shake they ass like when they hula-hoop
Now the only n*ggas at your venue is your crew and you (Blue)
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'm proud to tell you what my name is when you asking (I am Blu)
And I grew through the years, shedding blood, sweat and tears
Getting love and the respect to my peers (I, I am)
Blu whether you like it or not
Like the color that my skin is finna be when my heartbeat stops (Yes I’m Blu)
I am, Blu
[Interlude: Blu]
I, I am
(And I’ll keep on being blue) Yo, uh, uh, get on down
Get, get, get on down, uh-huh, uh-huh (Cause what else can I)
(Keep on being blue) Everybody just get on down
The whole world, we finna get on down, down (Cause what else can I—)
To the, to the, to the, to the Exile sound (Keep on being blue)
The whole world finna get on down (Cause what else can I—)
Just, just, just move with it, just vibe with it (Keep on being blue)
And have fun (What else?) my big smile, y'all, uh (Cause what else can I—)

[Verse 4: Blu & Exile]
What can I do for you? Back in this b*tch
Not a damn thing, I keep my campaign popping like a zip
Exile for president who ran game
On your mans name, sh-sh-shout out to my man Dane
Heard you was duckin' when the champs came
You try to hide and stay dry from my camp's rain
We bare flames on the amplifier mic tip
And growing samples on some hype sh*t (What?) on some Tribe sh*t
You on point, Tip? All the time, Phife sh*t
Heaters when the mics lit, punching on some fight sh*t
But it's peas on some rice sh*t, on with the light switch
Bomb and ignite sh*t, pause, let me write this
Song before my mic gets drawn, I'm on some life sh*t
I'm on some death sh*t, "Wild Wild West" sh*t
Bushwacker, stomp you on some WWF sh*t
f*cking up your press kit, don't get depressed kid
Child running wild on some cloud 9 next sh*t
And Exile blessed it, holy water spit
b*tches Brew, Blu hexed it, bulletproof vested
Running wild on some TEC sh*t, nine lives left
Don't stress it, spitting with my heart behind bars
On some cardiac arrest sh*t, showin cats the exit
Come on, take a rest kid, you don't wanna test this
Number 2 pencil, no eraser for corrections
Exile's been selected, girlies get erections
Poppin out with knifes, slicing wifey C-sections
I, I see sections of my life be corrected
But I always be Blu like I always be the D crew
S crew, guess who?
Bless Blu with another track to express truth
And even Ex is tryna stay less stressed too
So bang my tape deck when my texts bless you
I collect checks and move to get chips, and Blu never lose
I break rules to get fixed and soothe like quidditch
And bangin in your coupe even after you dismiss
And give you a quick fix, so roll up and hit this
In her mouth with a big kiss, I hope she got big tits
But I don't have big di*k, it's small like a lizard
Al Tambor, what is it? Okay, so I hit this
I feel so explicit, oh tell me what is it
It's me on some Chappelle on that when I get rich b*tch
Biatch! (Oh my word!) check it
But I'll always be broke though, so pay if you owe dough
I'm comin' out the booth on some Nappy Roots pro-folk
And classy folks don't know the sh*t that we go through
Holler if you know blow, hoes don't want broke bros
And bros don't want broke Rolls, they diggin' for gold souls
Tryna find a diamond mine, patching up old hopes
And I'm oh so broke though, a rhyme-wanting local
Sleek in a locomotive, eating my hoco
They look at me loco, because I am loco
Insane in the graveyard, ditch diggin a Volvo
I'm crackin' like egg yolks, get it crackin' like egg yolks
Ay folks, Ex and Blu get the pesos
From rocking a stage show, from LA to Waco
From packed amphitheaters to low-rider trade shows
Plus when we blaze flows, we makin' a drug for me
We taking it back, baby, baby

[Interlude: Blu]
Yo, man, let's get the f*ck outta here, hahaha, sh*t

[Verse 5: Exile]
Microphone and, check listen
Talking about your mom, kissing and this
"Señor, like your wiener", she said to me
Said "b*tch, give head to me
Your son is dead to me
He is a, wack MC
Matter of fact, I pack MCs
In my bubblegum and chew 'em up, they laugh at me
Why's that, wisecat when I rip raps
Raw than a motherf*cking, guy with no back
That I ripped off when I saw his whole, chest cavity
Got a cavity from chewing them up
What the f*ck, listen, I be wording them up
I be weirder than fu—

[Outro]
I wr-write, I write in red ink
That-that-that turns to blue-to-to blue
When-when-when the book closes-closes