Intro:
We are really high, really high tonight right
We are really high tonight let’s ride (woah)
Chorus:
When I’m in the streets they be saying whassup
Hit the homie got some shit on my mind
This my shit turn the music up
I just wanna be me
VERSE:
Since last I wrote a verse things done diversified drastically?
It’s sad to se how niggas be laughing cuz the think they heard the last of me/
But actually the fact is that I’m in the back crafting a masterpiece that’ll stack on me mathematically (woah)/
Why they mad at me? Never mind the latter see I casually dismiss they chatter/
And accept rays of gamma so it’s more green when they chatter get me madder/
You copy that? Matter fact it don’t even matter we don’t reflect on the same text/
I’m on another chapter my rapping sound like I’m in the booth wit a pack of raptors/
Pack stanzas and vernacular over beats spectacular bammas can’t stand to see me shine like the Dracula/
And if that wasn’t whack enough they quick to wrap you up about/
All the moves they making but them naggers never back it up/
Actors hold your masks up cuz winners hold they glasses up/
There will be no happily ever after us that’s facts bruh/
Ask a nigga wit his masters or a cat that went to classes cuz your ass was clearly absent/
And whole time I was composing them doper lines that I could use as ammunition/ When the situation thicken never get caught slipping/
Keep fire in eye cuz the slick and swift to try to blindside a dude that ride/
You fight or you die I aint write the rules to survive I solely abide/
A young like Noah at tide trine gain control of a flow I know ya’ll can dive/
It’s deep and it’s wide my flow could hold the ocean’s secrets inside/
We aint die our hearts beatin inside pumpin cool fluids through to the reaches of I/
I utilize my third eye to search the reaches of mind, I plan to mine my own see what kinda jewels I can find/
Fools is confined prisoners to they lameness and sameness/
Don’t claim I’m on that strangeness then turn and say that same shit/
Cuz that’s some lame shit I want the same shit/
My heart pouring on this page like my veins slit/
I hope I aint too tough to tame after the fame hit/
I swear to hang wit the same niggas that I came wit/
And I’ma be a player in this bitch until the game glitch/
Whatever I’m driving, bet my girl shifting the same whip/
I’ma still kill em withe flow I bring the pain with/
And D.C. still gone be the place I claim when I’m rich/
Let’s get it
Chorus:
I just wanna be me
When I’m in the streets they be saying whassup
Hit the homie got some shit on my mind
This my shit turn the music up
I just wanna be me
But they wanna see me laid out
Mama wit bouquets out, open casket face out
I just wanna be me…be me
Top Japanese beat maker dedicates an album to the late J-Dilla, not to imitate, but to show his influence lives on. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 11, 2014