| I’m him, I’m him, I’m him, I’m him
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| I’m him, I’m him, I’m him, I’m him
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| I’m him, I’m him, I’m him, I’m him
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| I’m him, I’m him, I’m him, I’m him
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| Knowledge is the base of existence that I build upon
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| Ya intelligence through the power of the real
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| Wisdom is a purified word or an act
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| That can bring rap back in fact I’m ill
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| Get knowledge, get the wisdom but in everythin' you gettin'
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| Hope you get the understandin' so youll see the picture clear
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| O seven is the year, oh, heaven has appeared
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| Hold me close to ya ear, God is so Devin ere
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| To all the pimps who bare the diamond studded cups
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| Lyrically bankrupt, hold 'em out, I’ll fill 'em up
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| I’m like the shine on ya diamond studded cuffs
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| Fine wine to a cup, Manischewitz I prefer
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| Ka-shar la-pasach, you are on my jock
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| Black earth on my arm, ask her who da bomb
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| I’m from the era where G was for God
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| And a cipher was a circle full of Gods addin' on
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| One twenty on the capno shit
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| Trenton City on the map, look bitch
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| Who ever taught it to ya ass like this?
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| Somebody tell these muthafuckahs I’m him
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| Seventeen inch spoke no rims
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| Clark Wallabies, Chucks or Timbs
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| Do the knowledge how he tilt that brim?
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| Somebody tell these muthafuckahs I’m him
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| If hip hop is a culture and the culture ain’t the business
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| Hip hop is forever livin', so the culture can’t dead
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| A throw-back to the era of the vinyl and cassette
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| So let the DJ pull it up or rewind what I said
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| Truth, power and so refine
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| Supreme equality every time
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| Oh, so ghetto but don’t promote crime
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| Sisters, holla hands off that, God’s mine
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| Lock ya hammer we can seckle the BS
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| I can teach you to be fresh, you’re an adolescent mess
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| Keep it hood but who you tryin' to impress
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| Hip hop’s my house so stop lyin' to my guest
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| Substance, content lackin' from your flows
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| Money, hoes, clothes isn’t all a brother knows?
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| Or is it, 'cause if it is I will suppose
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| Or should I say suggest, you’re rockin' with the best
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| One twenty on the capno shit
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| Trenton City on the map, look bitch
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| Who ever taught it to ya ass like this?
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| Somebody tell these muthafuckahs I’m him
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| Seventeen inch spoke no rims
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| Clark Wallabies, Chucks or Timbs
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| Do the knowledge how he tilt that brim?
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| Somebody tell these muthafuckahs I’m him
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| Supercalifragilistic just ask me I’m the dopest
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| I was speedin' when I wrote this you can sue me if it’s too quick
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| Tonic and a chew-stick how I do it to it
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| Guess he still got it, how the fuck could I lose it?
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| We can build or destroy, oh boy
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| I’m not promotin' violence, I’m just killin' all the noise
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| But do the supa really have to clap another rapper?
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| Slap a program director for a little bit of burn
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| Maybe this three eighty or some half naked ladies
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| In this drop top Mercedes make ya turn-tables turn
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| Stable and firm, labels concerned
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| Is he really hot? |
| Muthafuckahs dis burns
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| It’s his turn, lightenin' strikin' twice
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| Same place location, don’t get lost in translation
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| Listen, observe, proper education always cause
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| An expert to make self born and complete the cipher
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| One twenty on the capno shit
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| Trenton City on the map, look bitch
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| Who ever taught it to ya ass like this?
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| Somebody tell these muthafuckahs I’m him
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| Seventeen inch spoke no rims
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| Clark Wallabies, Chucks or Timbs
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| Do the knowledge how he tilt that brim?
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| Somebody tell these muthafuckahs I’m him |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I'm Him , by - Wise Intelligent. Song from the album The Talented Timothy Taylor, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп