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