Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Who I Be, artist - Diamond District. Album song In the Ruff, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 26.10.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
Who I Be |
| Tell 'em who the fuck I be |
| Tell 'em who the fuck I be |
| Tell 'em who the fuck I be |
| Yeah, now why you got the heart of a lion? |
| Still reign as hard as Zion, but you’re down to a science |
| Lab coat when I craft dope, high with an inner supply |
| Ready to die for this mission of mine |
| Read my rhymes, I’ma give your eyes something to see |
| No fear to climb sky high stuff my pockets with green |
| And I never went to college, but I’m schooling 'em |
| Play 'em my lyrical venom, I put a jewel in 'em |
| So you can pawn this song and get a hundred back |
| The nation’s cap- on the map that is where I’m at |
| Free alack, relax, even in code red (CODE RED!) |
| Give the mic a cold stare when the coast is clear |
| Of course when I skulk its weird |
| Play yours next to mine you insult my ear |
| I can kill a show, robbing clothes from Sears |
| A rebel yell, you know I am, you better… |
| Beat streets beat rhymes, life heat-seeks y’all like |
| Missions on a mission I’m spitting to eat Klondike |
| Bars, niggas ice cold, sane to your membrane |
| Charge niggas from far like «aight» tho |
| Them flames torch niggas you passing, who I be? |
| Classic, 'course niggas is mad at cheese under my mattress |
| «be"'s for the white man, «been"'s for the past tense |
| You in my bin like trash up in my trash bin |
| Who’s asking who? |
| I be, let me tell ya |
| A nigga from the P dot G here to sell ya |
| Dope in the form of quotes, transported by flyness |
| I wouldn’t need an oar in a boat |
| You’re dealing with the cartel of rhymes |
| I’m sitting fate like a tombstone artist’s design |
| Seeking heart is hard to find |
| Motherfuckers come knock quick y’all better… |
| If rap was Rasta, I’d be Haile Selassie |
| Probly one of a kind, me and my posse |
| We not on a level that y’all see |
| Hardly a softie, can ball on the court, we |
| Play on, but its all on a crayon |
| More solid than the ground that your grandmama lay on |
| I’ma tell 'em who I be, I’ma tell 'em where I’ve been |
| To hell and back, and I ain’t going back again |
| I want my death to come before I realize I’m a prophet |
| The next one break to stay true to this hip hop shit |
| So broke, sell destiny, question me |
| Uptown niggas next to me yes indeed |
| All over the track like extra cheese sandwich |
| Niggas with the weaponry, get vests |
| A g is who I be, arguably |
| One of the realest in the D I see, you better… |