Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Am Somebody, artist - Jurassic 5. Album song Power In Numbers, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope Geffen (A&M), Universal Music
Song language: English
I Am Somebody |
Yo, raise the level, bass bottom to treble |
Forever keep it ghetto |
Funk and heavy metal |
Fuck the devil |
Unify the rebel |
Whistle like a kettle |
With a fly acapello |
Smooth and mellow |
Locked load and settle |
Shine through times with rhymes bright like yellow |
Taste and swallow, lead and never follow |
Break it like a bottle |
Inspire like a role model |
Say, «I am» (I am) «Somebody» (Somebody) |
Yo, my soul, bounce rock and roll |
Tumble with the rhythm |
Heat the mic when it’s cold |
I was told «Be Bold» |
Whether platinum or gold |
Keep it solid |
Do the knowledge |
Til' I reach my goal |
My hunger-pain thunder |
Lumberjack the fifth wonder |
I never slumber cuz I keep it on the under |
My post beat for people in the street |
Ghetto M-U-S-I-C (We bring the heat) |
That African soul |
Clap black power impact |
Who said ghetto rap was all about a dope sack? |
A pimp slap or a big black gatt |
Fuck around and get jacked |
For your rhymes where I live at |
Uh, I’m not a gangsta but I boogie wit beats |
No gang affiliation in my lyrics or speech |
But still I keep it straight hood-hop techniques |
South Central Fundamentals J5 emcees |
And it’s on! |
Who’s to say if I choose to make moves today |
Whether I win or lose or I end up on the news today |
Amuse but never confuse |
Still got dues to pay |
You abuse elegant rules when you use clichés |
They got you sittin' on the edge of your seat |
Creatin' beef |
Mark of the beast |
Code on the street |
Cease and decease |
Never the least |
Let me repeat |
The situation gets sticky like the badge on police |
We individually driven in the beginnin' |
We winnin' |
Six men and a venomous independent decision and clear vision |
Pretendin' was never a possibility |
I got to kill it |
Because I want to be it |
The poet to win a Pulitzer Prize |
Who wouldn’t survive? |
The fullest of vibes |
Deliberate surprise |
When bullets the size |
Of quarters arrive |
And slaughter your lives |
We trying to counteract that |
Unifying these ballers and backpacks |
With Knowledge-&-Fact-Tracks |
Yo, my soul, infiltrate birth control |
And control guns Huey P used to hold |
I breathe life and through the 60's |
Voted most likely to get busy |
Inner city flash jiggy burn |
Phillies and things |
And we boogie to the bang |
Sunshine and rain |
Why you cats be talkin' that pimp crap in jail |
I corresponded with a nigga who can barely spell |
I know the situation oh so well (so well) |
I done seen it in 3D |
It ain’t hard to tell |
Why you bang for your turf chain girl or your man |
I be banging for Islam in a spot in Sudan |
Cuz I can’t solve or stop or put foot to this |
The hottest brother on the block couldn’t cook to this |
J5 drop the verse beat hook to this |
And if you want a fly jam you should look to this |
So… |
Raise the level, bass bottom to treble |
Forever keep it ghetto |
Funk and heavy metal |
Fuck the devil |
Unify the rebel |
Whistle like a kettle |
With a fly acapello |
Smooth and mellow |
Locked load and settle |
Shine through times with rhymes bright like yellow |
Taste and swallow, lead and never follow |
Break it like a bottle |
Inspire like a role model |