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