| Tell 'em who the fuck I be
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| Tell 'em who the fuck I be
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| Tell 'em who the fuck I be
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| Yeah, now why you got the heart of a lion?
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| Still reign as hard as Zion, but you’re down to a science
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| Lab coat when I craft dope, high with an inner supply
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| Ready to die for this mission of mine
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| Read my rhymes, I’ma give your eyes something to see
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| No fear to climb sky high stuff my pockets with green
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| And I never went to college, but I’m schooling 'em
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| Play 'em my lyrical venom, I put a jewel in 'em
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| So you can pawn this song and get a hundred back
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| The nation’s cap- on the map that is where I’m at
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| Free alack, relax, even in code red (CODE RED!)
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| Give the mic a cold stare when the coast is clear
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| Of course when I skulk its weird
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| Play yours next to mine you insult my ear
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| I can kill a show, robbing clothes from Sears
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| A rebel yell, you know I am, you better…
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| Beat streets beat rhymes, life heat-seeks y’all like
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| Missions on a mission I’m spitting to eat Klondike
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| Bars, niggas ice cold, sane to your membrane
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| Charge niggas from far like «aight» tho
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| Them flames torch niggas you passing, who I be?
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| Classic, 'course niggas is mad at cheese under my mattress
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| «be"'s for the white man, «been"'s for the past tense
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| You in my bin like trash up in my trash bin
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| Who’s asking who? |
| I be, let me tell ya
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| A nigga from the P dot G here to sell ya
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| Dope in the form of quotes, transported by flyness
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| I wouldn’t need an oar in a boat
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| You’re dealing with the cartel of rhymes
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| I’m sitting fate like a tombstone artist’s design
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| Seeking heart is hard to find
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| Motherfuckers come knock quick y’all better…
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| If rap was Rasta, I’d be Haile Selassie
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| Probly one of a kind, me and my posse
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| We not on a level that y’all see
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| Hardly a softie, can ball on the court, we
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| Play on, but its all on a crayon
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| More solid than the ground that your grandmama lay on
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| I’ma tell 'em who I be, I’ma tell 'em where I’ve been
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| To hell and back, and I ain’t going back again
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| I want my death to come before I realize I’m a prophet
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| The next one break to stay true to this hip hop shit
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| So broke, sell destiny, question me
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| Uptown niggas next to me yes indeed
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| All over the track like extra cheese sandwich
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| Niggas with the weaponry, get vests
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| A g is who I be, arguably
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| One of the realest in the D I see, you better… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Who I Be , by - Diamond District. Song from the album In the Ruff, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп