I Am...

[Intro: Blu]

Y'all know the name! (I am Blu)

[Skit]

It's crazy, Kris, he be thinking he all that and shit

I be like, fuck that nigga, 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 fuck 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 bitches 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 bitches (I am)

A nigga 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 fuck that nigga, 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, fuck

Uh, can I have it back?

Fuck that nigga cuz, I be seeing that nigga (Yes I’m Blu)

Swear to God (Where am I?)

Swear to God man, I be seeing that nigga (I, I am)

I be like, "Yo, kick a flow man"

This nigga like, "Nah nigga, I'm signed and shit"

I'm just like, "Nigga you's a bitch, 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 niggas breakin' while the DJ was spinnin'

And the women use to shake they ass like when they hula-hoop

Now the only niggas 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 bitch

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 shit (What?) on some Tribe shit

You on point, Tip? All the time, Phife shit

Heaters when the mics lit, punching on some fight shit

But it's peas on some rice shit, on with the light switch

Bomb and ignite shit, pause, let me write this

Song before my mic gets drawn, I'm on some life shit

I'm on some death shit, "Wild Wild West" shit

Bushwacker, stomp you on some WWF shit

Fucking up your press kit, don't get depressed kid

Child running wild on some cloud 9 next shit

And Exile blessed it, holy water spit

Bitches Brew, Blu hexed it, bulletproof vested

Running wild on some TEC shit, nine lives left

Don't stress it, spitting with my heart behind bars

On some cardiac arrest shit, 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 dick, 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 bitch

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 shit 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 fuck outta here, hahaha, shit

[Verse 5: Exile]

Microphone and, check listen

Talking about your mom, kissing and this

"Señor, like your wiener", she said to me

Said "Bitch, 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 motherfucking, guy with no back

That I ripped off when I saw his whole, chest cavity

Got a cavity from chewing them up

What the fuck, 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