Who I Am

[Verse One]:
You have entered in a zone
The monster from the horror flick has entered in your home
I don’t just deliver poems
I put eulogies to foolish beats I used to be unknown
Damn
Now the coochie’s getting thrown
Other dude’s queens sitting on me like a throne
You may think it’s funny but that’s not what I condone
I be saying “Sha you need to chill” but I don’t
I’m on in this bitch, no accent or slang stealing
No hands I don’t catch feelings
With all this talk about the South, North
Old rappers, New York
Why the game’s suffering whose fault
Like I give a damn
Lot of beef I hear is dumb
See we all come from pussy, I say fuck where you from
I probably fucked where you from
Where you at, where you going, I got women getting numb
In like forty nine states
In a horny mind state
But enough about me how long did y’all wait?
For a great one to bless your days
And take from the best and favorites make up his own style
Wild underestimated
The way I come on the tracks, I inseminate ‘em
That means I give ‘em life
For those uneducated
Let me explain, you can hear me rhyme once
And you’ll be looking at a brand new person in nine months
You can catch me on my worse day
I’ll outshine you on your birthday
I’m in first place, cause I don’t skirt chase
I wrote this verse in the third grade

[Hook]
This is what it is
This is what it is
This is what it is
This is what it is
And y’all, know this is who I am
This is who I am
This is who I am
This is who I am
Hold up

[Verse Two]:
Rap, rap, rhyme, rhyme, punchline
I don’t feel like saying shit sometimes
I’m being real
I’m just happy I see sunshine
Used to be a kid on the gun grind
Always holding, my homeboys hoping that something pops off
Thinking if I say I got it that would mean I’m not soft
Living by the motto rather have it and not need it
Than need it and not have it, cause sometimes life happens
Now I’m at a spiritual point
I’m accepting my destination and I’m killing this joint
I’m a nightmare without the sleep, five years without defeat
I’m clear without the beat
But I use it and abuse these rappers I survived thru the drought
Everybody’s spitting, what your rhymes all about?
Your shit is baby food, you think you making moves cause you on iTunes
I tune these motherfuckers out
See, you are meeting your savior
The kid is not stopping, this is premature labor
I’m accepting your wager
Bet against me, I’m the emcee
Sean P said "That deep shit is cool when they know you
But you need to catch some bodies." I said "Yup, Sean I owe you."
I will put my empty vocals up against these hippies songs
In this ring I am a boxer, they just briefs
More like thongs
I’m like Woody, not from Cheers I’m a Killer, Natural Born
If you see me leave a message or just text me bitch I’m gone
And I’m gon’ be me, fuck marketing and promo
You can feel it, fuck pausing or no homo prick

[Hook]
This is what it is
This is what it is
This is what it is
This is what it is
And y’all, know this is who I am
This is who I am
This is who I am
This is who I am
Hold up

[Verse Three]:
You know they want me underground like a ninja turtle
That’s why I Grimace at these clowns but I ain't big and purple
If Family Matters I’m Stephan Urkell
Fucking Laura once I slaughter her I switch back like "Bitch I’m Urkel!"
You fell for it like you hit a hurdle
That’s how gimmicks work
Saying nigga hurts
I’m either rich or holding gats in the trap
This is not no backpack rap stupid

[Hook]
This is what it is
This is what it is
This is what it is
This is what it is
And y’all, know this is who I am
This is who I am
This is who I am
This is who I am
Hold up