Chubb Rock - I Am What I Am Lyrics
[verse one]Here we go, ha haThou shalt not have no other great one but meTranscribin my lyrics is the c-h-u-bThe lyrics that you hear is not his but mineWhile, biblical words dont need to ra-hymeI said, let there be a light, and there was lightAnd the breeze (? ), like that kid who made i-ightBut men took mad dominion, over menHard bondage with backs and, knees that must bendBut only in prayer, I make your head need ibuprof/bayerCall me, the number one playerBut hey.. the one pharoahes, parlayedIn the land of egypt, when that slave shit behavedBythia(? ) drew me, from the nile to smile on the peopleAfter me there will be a sequelAnd Ill praise my name, in the jamCall me what you want, but I am what I am[verse two]Hehe, I live in the souls of men, and womenAnd pilgrims and children who wiggle, to the rhythmJust go, the people have corrupted themselvesThey toke the devils smoke, puffing their lsIll send, my only son down, to bless youAnd observe how you know him, and that will test youYears, of sufferation, will burn the nationWith adultery, skirt-chasin and crotch-blazinYou never learn - look how many times I kilt yaI burnt ya, I drowned ya, I froze yaI stripped your land and destroyed ya cultureNext time you better give me someR-e-s-p-e (c-t) now hold ya but I love yaI invented aids but also, invented the rubberEach one teach one brotherTake my name in vain and youre gone like damnCall me what you want, but I am what I am[verse three]Ha haNow you got light skin, dark skin, east coast, west coastOld school, new school, dumb-ass foolsOne land, one people, I am the oneFigure you disobeyed so I made the word niggerYou can change the diction, but cant change what Im writinI script those pulitzer books for that kid, michael crichtonLike {*tch tch tch*} I am the hi-hatI am the m-i-c, I am easy mo beeAnd easy mo is me, he gets down when I want him to get downI put the heights in the crownI wrote the dead sea scrolls, Im strictly businessI made erick and parrish go goldMy crew is tan, darker than tan, I made the ku klux klanI made rush +def+ but, able to +jam+Im flam, and Im intricateYou must and should be a fan and I am what I am[verse four]The praise of the goodfella is long past doneDeniros an actor, on cue, totin a gunAction! forty-five colt bolt, it gets messyThen copycat murders flow to joe schmoe pesciThen the ladies, sex, to the break of dawn andAnother quaalude, and shell love me in the morninFast pace, scarface, you cant win, gods raceWhen youre sparkin noahs ark, and youre in gods placeBaby - ***** up your foot and you act crazyEvery distinguished gentleman wants a ladyYou cant bug, when you wanna play real life cocoaWhen youre down and out in beverly hills with oprahMi vida loca, and then it turns to weed smokersThen youre dead, dealin with them kids from +cosa nostra+But no autographs you must, already be a fanI am what I am and thats all that I am
