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Chorus: X2
I am beats, I am rhymes
I am serious, I am on time
I am the finest, I am here to prove it
I am the streets, I am music
Verse One:
No warning when I start writing
I am thunder but without the lightning
I ran ink over paper four thousand days plus
Deep imprint aintâ nobody can erase us
Blank space us, replace us cos I am the green light
But without the amber
I can turn twenty-four bars into cash my man
Wrote many albums gonna write more, why man?
Cos I am and I can, black man and white man
I donât care just so long as itâs the right man for the job
And you tight manâ¦(know what Iâm saying?)
Yaâll donât wanna feel the pain from my right hand
I am not trying to gas like a Sprite can
Going to the pinnacle despite man
I am never gonna be out of sight man
I can give you all the music thatâll make you feel alright man
Chorus: X2
Verse Two:
I am a rainbow but with the rain though
I am well known but with out the fame
So I can walk down the streets just the same as when I ran
As youngster in a raincoat
I am famous but nameless, blameless and shameless (yo)
And I donât aim but I aintâ aimless (yo)
This is no game but I aintâ game less (yo)
And I donât hate but I got haters
I am the passport so you can say that
I am the way through, the visa waiver
I am not here to just do favours
I am classic, I am flavours
I am someoneâs stranger
I am someoneâs next door neighbour
I canât stand there and just be vacant
I am blatant in the mirror looking at I am
Verse Three:
He just keeps coming, that kid from East London
I got them banging beats but to me it aint nothing
Iâm in the studio everyday pushing buttons
D will do the rhyme and Stixx will do the cutting
I got them other rappers running
If they told you they in the same league as me they frontin
They speak so sudden with speech so rotton,
They wolves like sheep or sheep like curry mutton
I came to pump it up but yo my name aintâ Joe Budden
From all around the world the people tell me that they love it
Trying to take your limelight I wouldnât think of it
I live by the words that man should not covet
I came up on roots, revival and ragamuffin
Until I found hip-hop my dearly beloved
Itâs like my little Sis who walks with three brothers
And Iâm so far ahead I cannot see the others
Word to your Mother, I burn like rubber,
Iâm all up in your face so Iâm not undercover
Skinnyman told me that my beats sound butter
I couldnât really say that I was raised in the gutter
Amazing no other MC could bothered to bring 3 albums
I brought âOne Anotherâ
Put on my album and you bound to discover
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