Never Be Another Me

[Verse 1: Blu] Yeah, never be another, yeah Never be another, Yeah I'm dope like, September ninth, midnight in N.Y I reflect, blunt to the head before I close my eyes And eject the stress I keep on my neck And butcher beats that I chop Like raw meat on these decks, yeah And techniques, feels like I got my first piece yesterday The way I can't stop cutting niggas like I'm Jenna Haze Pen in hand, eager like I'm finna blaze Big bass banging out your speakers Feel the waves Ocean deep, Zissou on the beats The flow is Jacques Cousteau on a boat Let's roll, no leash, freedom of my youth Used to preach, now I'm seeking the truth Cut my roots to reboot "Feels good to be you" he said to himself "Mental note to your ego bro' you need some help" I was stealth 'fore the buzz bubble back in the days Now they're done with me, until the press is back in my face But they can interview you, but, don't get confused You're just like all the others Because there'll never be another [Refrain: Blu] Never be another, Yeah Some got juice, and others more loot But, don't get confused Now there'll never be another Never be another [Verse 2: Blu] I used to wonder if somebody will remember me as John When the smoke clears and the hype's all gone Get my, throat clear fore the blunts start weighing in And get my life right 'fore the money makes a difference They think I got it now, so they looking at me different I'm just getting used to it, cause I'm bound to get digits It was in my Dad's wrist when he used it for pitching, in the kitchen with the [?] Little air twitching And my Grandmama bitching I was minding my business, having fun Just, finding my senses Nowadays nothing makes sense, so stopped trying to make a difference And appreciated life for what it is, listen Guitars flip around the song that the humming birds Whisper to me early this morn', they said.. "there'll never be another" Listen [Refrain: Blu] Yeah I see some rock jewels, and make plans with Jews But ah, don't get confused I'll tell you like my Mother Never be another [Verse 3: Blu] Poetry that's a part of me, the heart of me jots I rock beats to keep from artery clots Straight up and down, I found an old scroll folded In the pocket of my jacket that I wore the last time I saw me Rap is not a hobby, or a job, or a sport. In short It's 500 years, finally being free Flying like a bird over sharks in the sea Until I find me, this is how I spit