Blu, EXILE - Blue As I Can Be lyrics
[Blu, EXILE - Blue As I Can Be lyrics]
"If it ain't red then it must be blue"
"No matter where I go, or how far I roam"
"Blue, baby, just like yourself"
"Exile and B-L"
The Los Angeles city skyline is like
A photograph of my mind
I could feel the sea's breeze
Every time that I rhyme cool guy
Coulda played trumpet in a suit and tie
Barbers coulda cut a smoother
Line so it's U-N-Iversal
First song I ever recorded felt important
I had to paint my portrait enormous
Clouds forming
The sun falls and darkness rises
Yo it's like this every time
I close my eyelids
Bro I grew up in the city of violence
Was known for the riots
And now that I'm grown
I stay blown all alone
Was thinking bout those who didn't make it
In my zone dreaming bout how
Far we could take it from the basement
I never been one to run from
Guns sung every night where I come from
The blood runs (B-L)
Never fail, you can tell hell
I would never sell out, even if I'm on sale
Retail
Presales, you can see God in the details
Midnight Blue
Kenny Burrell shocked the world
Like the law got
Caught in the third rail, burn Ls
Thinkin bout my daughter's future
Walking outta jail, so thorough
Even as a kid, I wanted to be big
Like Jigga, "Can I Live?
" ten siblings need a crib
Like the ones on Cribs
Niggas facing long bids
Tryna make it where I live
Real talk it's common sense, i'm
"I am the nappy kid from Cali b-L-U"
"Every time I see you it's like
The first time I meet you"
"The nappy kid from Cali" "You ain't me"
"A never-ending saga when I
Rap to these beats" "I got my props off the
Rhymes that I invented
'Cause, I spoke my mind and I meant it"
"Exile and B-L"
I fell onto the planet, knowledge
Born building understanding
Dropping poems on the illest canvas
South Central, Los Angeles
Where niggas hold pistols and start scandals
I picked up a pencil and wrote anthems
My city mold champions talent show battling
Managing life challenging and I would write
Traveling unraveling thoughts
Pass the mic before I pass you the blunt
Smash the stage then I pass up the cost
Acting a fool rapping was cool
Sorta something we could actually do
Mastered my views
Get my cash stacking after my dues
Classic tunes
Platinum plaques back-to back with my crew
Black and blue
Back to rocking black on black at the show
Pack up the show, black the block
We gotta block out the news
Blackout at shows, no Glock
Black proud and I'm Blu
I used to sing James Brown
I used to talk through towns
Tearing down egos, rocking gold
Wearing a crown
Airing our style, all hail to the king
Hair grew out wild long time ago
Ten years exactly, where are they now?
I've been B-L
Back when they was clapping at fools
After school for acting cool
I just had a backpack full of raps
Avenue Blu is finna battle you spit
45 Calliber, raps that'll dismantle
You, my album's done, i'm back
Told the homie, "Don't bang
Just hang with me"
Cribmania, the whole gang was me
It's so gangsta to be
"Blue, " "True blue when I bust"
"I am" "B-L-U" "The cloud becomes black and
The sky becomes blue" "Out of the blue
Time for a new young king to rule:
"But, if I have to, I go all out with no mic"
"I might be the color blue"
"A new fresh rap" "Exile and B-L"
Yeah, just when I thought I was blanking out
I blanked out back in the day, I used
To dream about banking out
And I'm banked out what changed? Change
Make cent, pay dues now pay rent
Same shoes I work in, I church in
Service, the shirt fit's, the
Roof over my head, the bed under my ass
I hear rumbling, put my ear to the wall
Nothing but jazz, grandad musta
Had that on blast, oh here they come again
James Brown put eight drummers in his band
The promoter put 200 in my hand
I'm a mad man track under the rap just to
Match to the gas can
Last dance, Miles Davis, Coltrane, Philly Joe
Fuck that, brought it back, Max Roach
Wack hoes got smoked quicker
Than the last roach bad joke
We pack boats when black folks had a chance
Fuck slavery
We build pyramids with a helping hand
Made a classic with this rap shit
Ain't look back since
Build a black fence around my mansion
I'm a black man
Black hand, black fists clenched, activist
Black Panther Party bigger pistol
Packing wrapping Christmas gifts
I'm gifted rappin'
If you can get it grabbing grams
Grip it on another level take a stand
Hate the hate and shake the salt
Break the vault and quake the asphalt
But, I spark the bark until I'm retarded
"No matter where I go, or how far I roam"
"Blue, baby, just like yourself"
"Exile and B-L"
The Los Angeles city skyline is like
A photograph of my mind
I could feel the sea's breeze
Every time that I rhyme cool guy
Coulda played trumpet in a suit and tie
Barbers coulda cut a smoother
Line so it's U-N-Iversal
First song I ever recorded felt important
I had to paint my portrait enormous
Clouds forming
The sun falls and darkness rises
Yo it's like this every time
I close my eyelids
Bro I grew up in the city of violence
Was known for the riots
And now that I'm grown
I stay blown all alone
Was thinking bout those who didn't make it
In my zone dreaming bout how
Far we could take it from the basement
I never been one to run from
Guns sung every night where I come from
The blood runs (B-L)
Never fail, you can tell hell
I would never sell out, even if I'm on sale
Retail
Presales, you can see God in the details
Midnight Blue
Kenny Burrell shocked the world
Like the law got
Caught in the third rail, burn Ls
Thinkin bout my daughter's future
Walking outta jail, so thorough
Even as a kid, I wanted to be big
Like Jigga, "Can I Live?
" ten siblings need a crib
Like the ones on Cribs
Niggas facing long bids
Tryna make it where I live
Real talk it's common sense, i'm
"I am the nappy kid from Cali b-L-U"
"Every time I see you it's like
The first time I meet you"
"The nappy kid from Cali" "You ain't me"
"A never-ending saga when I
Rap to these beats" "I got my props off the
Rhymes that I invented
'Cause, I spoke my mind and I meant it"
"Exile and B-L"
I fell onto the planet, knowledge
Born building understanding
Dropping poems on the illest canvas
South Central, Los Angeles
Where niggas hold pistols and start scandals
I picked up a pencil and wrote anthems
My city mold champions talent show battling
Managing life challenging and I would write
Traveling unraveling thoughts
Pass the mic before I pass you the blunt
Smash the stage then I pass up the cost
Acting a fool rapping was cool
Sorta something we could actually do
Mastered my views
Get my cash stacking after my dues
Classic tunes
Platinum plaques back-to back with my crew
Black and blue
Back to rocking black on black at the show
Pack up the show, black the block
We gotta block out the news
Blackout at shows, no Glock
Black proud and I'm Blu
I used to sing James Brown
I used to talk through towns
Tearing down egos, rocking gold
Wearing a crown
Airing our style, all hail to the king
Hair grew out wild long time ago
Ten years exactly, where are they now?
I've been B-L
Back when they was clapping at fools
After school for acting cool
I just had a backpack full of raps
Avenue Blu is finna battle you spit
45 Calliber, raps that'll dismantle
You, my album's done, i'm back
Told the homie, "Don't bang
Just hang with me"
Cribmania, the whole gang was me
It's so gangsta to be
"Blue, " "True blue when I bust"
"I am" "B-L-U" "The cloud becomes black and
The sky becomes blue" "Out of the blue
Time for a new young king to rule:
"But, if I have to, I go all out with no mic"
"I might be the color blue"
"A new fresh rap" "Exile and B-L"
Yeah, just when I thought I was blanking out
I blanked out back in the day, I used
To dream about banking out
And I'm banked out what changed? Change
Make cent, pay dues now pay rent
Same shoes I work in, I church in
Service, the shirt fit's, the
Roof over my head, the bed under my ass
I hear rumbling, put my ear to the wall
Nothing but jazz, grandad musta
Had that on blast, oh here they come again
James Brown put eight drummers in his band
The promoter put 200 in my hand
I'm a mad man track under the rap just to
Match to the gas can
Last dance, Miles Davis, Coltrane, Philly Joe
Fuck that, brought it back, Max Roach
Wack hoes got smoked quicker
Than the last roach bad joke
We pack boats when black folks had a chance
Fuck slavery
We build pyramids with a helping hand
Made a classic with this rap shit
Ain't look back since
Build a black fence around my mansion
I'm a black man
Black hand, black fists clenched, activist
Black Panther Party bigger pistol
Packing wrapping Christmas gifts
I'm gifted rappin'
If you can get it grabbing grams
Grip it on another level take a stand
Hate the hate and shake the salt
Break the vault and quake the asphalt
But, I spark the bark until I'm retarded