Blu, EXILE - I Am... lyrics

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

"It's crazy, Kris he be thinking
He all that and shit, and I be
Like fuck that nigga, y'know what I'm
Sayin, cos when I was
I was actually with him
Y'know what I'm sayin 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 momma gave you'" "Forreal!"
"Shit, whatever"

Check it (yeah) the truest of the colors
With 5 little sisters and
Like 6 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) that same kid in grade school
Rocking hand-me down kicks and
Still remained blue
An arrogant fuck that never
Shared with his lunch
But brave enough to sock anyone
You dared me to punch, now
(I'm Blu) 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 till my balls turned (Blu)
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 Blu and see
(I am Blu) all 200 and 52 months of me
Plus change
And ain't no punk lame gettin' in front of me
The solo spittin', cocoa scented photogenic
Low-low dippin' promo listening rap fan
Homo offended black man

Blu: Now tell me, what did you think of him?
Man: He use to make fun of me
Blu: Are you serious? What did
He- What did he do?
Man: And I don't like him
Blu: Why don't you like him? What did he-?
Man: He used to hurt my arm
Blu: Are you-? Blu? Are you serious?
Man: Don't ever say "Hi!"s name
Blu: No I'm sorry
Man: Please I don't like him
Blu: I'm so sorry
It's- What-? What did he actually
Do? I don't get it
Man: He use to dress up like a ninja
Blu: Oh my God

All 21 years of me
And no it ain't a sucker living
That can strike fear in me
'Cause spiritually, I know Gods here with me
But physically I'm frail, I weigh a buck
Sixty on the scale
And I stand 6 feet and 4 inches
A light skin son of a pimp, with no bitches
A nigga with a vision to
Rise above the limit's
I was given as a child
Tryna dwell amongst the clouds, and a
(Blu) skies, I wish I could fly
Just to escape all of the hate and
The pride that y'all affected with
The answers to your deficit, Alpha, Omega
Genesis
Exodus and Leviticus, Numbers and Deuteronomy
I'm hard as new Geometry
You simple as subtraction
You cats in junior high to me
Mad tryna box with me honestly a man
And whether I'm in front of a jam packed
Stadium or just 2 of my fans i am (Blu)

Blu: Man fuck that nigga
Y'know what I'm sayin'?
Straight up man, aye pass that blunt though
Exile: Uh, it's a cigarette
Blu: Like I was saying though man
Fuck- Smokes exile: Uh, can I have it back?
Blu: Fuck that nigga cuz
I be seeing that nigga- Swear to God exhales
Exile: Where am I? Blu: Swear to God man, I
Be seeing that nigga
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" that's what I'm talking
Both laughing exile: Who are you?

Now be the next generation of slaves
Here to make papes that
The record labels rake
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'
Hopin' I could try to save
The game before it's wasted
But, I feel like choking rappers
Out untill they face gets (Blu)
For ruining the imagery invented
I remember niggas breakin' while
The DJ was spinin'
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

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
Blu whether you like it or not
Like the colour that my skin is
Finna be when my heartbeat stops i am (Blu)

Yo, uh, uh, get on down
Get, get, get on down, uh huh, uh huh
Everybody just get on down
The whole world, we finna get on down, down
To the, to the, to the, to the Exile sound
The whole world finna get on down
Just, just, just move with it
Just vibe with it and have fun
(what else?) , my big smile, y'all

What can I do for you back in this bitch
Not a damn thing
I keep my campaign popping like a champagne
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
Adidas when the mics' lit
Punching on some fight shit
But, it's Kadice on some rite shit
On with the light switch
Bomb and ignite shit

Pause, let me write this song
Before my mic gets drawn
I'mon some life shit
I'm a 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 when they wild
On some text shit
9 lives left so 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 want to 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
Ask crew, guess who
Bless Blu with another track to express truth
And and even Ex is tryna
Stay less stressed too
So bang my tape deck when my text bless you
I collect checks and move to get chips
And Blu never lose

I break rules to get fixed and soothe like
I'm bangin in your coupe
Even after you dismiss
And give you a quick fix
So roll up and hit this
In the mouth with a big kiss
I hope she got big tit's
But, I don't have big dick
It's small like a lizard
Or what is it? Ok 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
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'ma so broke though, I locals
Sleek in a locomotive, eating my
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
Ey folks, Ex and Blu get the pesos
From rocking a stage show, from LA to Wako
From pack down for theaters
To low-rider trade shows
Plus when we blaze flows
We makin' a drug for me
We taking it back yo, man, let's
Get the fuck outta here, hahaha, shit
Microphone and, check listen, talking
About your mom, kissing and this "Señor "
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-

(I wr-write-I write in red
Ink that-that-that turns
To blue-to-to blue when-when-when
The book closes-closes)