I Am...

Y'all know the name!

(I am Blu)

It's crazy, Kris. He be thinking he all that and shit, and I be like, fuck that nigga, y'know what I'm sayin', cos when I was, I was actually with him, y'know what I'm sayin'. And, I be like What's your name? And he always be like: I mean, it's Blu, and I said 'that ain't the name your momma gave you

Forreal!

Shit, whatever

Check it (yeah)

The truest of the colors

With 5 little sisters and like 6 younger brothers

I look like my mother, but I act like my pops did

Whatever he ain't teach to me, the block did

(Yes, I'm Blu)

That same kid in grade school

Rocking hand-me down kicks and still remained blue

An arrogant fuck that never shared with his lunch

But brave enough to sock anyone you dared me to punch, now (I'm Blu)

From all the bruises I got

'Cause most time I lost fights to all the fools that I socked

And most dudes that I clocked, end up working for law firms

And bitches I jocked, kept teasing me till my balls turned (Blu)

Now my main goal is to prove to these

High school graduates, don't think you out schooling me

'Cause truthfully I'm sick of these fools thinking they fooling me

Wait until the day you feeling Blu and see (I am Blu)

All 200 and 52 months of me

Plus change, and ain't no punk lame gettin' in front of me

The solo spittin', cocoa scented photogenic, low-low dippin'

Promo listening rap fan, homo offended black man

Blu: Now tell me, what did you think of him?

Man: He use to make fun of me

Blu: Are you serious? What did he- What did he do?

Man: And I don't like him

Blu: Why don't you like him? What did he-?

Man: He used to hurt my arm

Blu: Are you-? Blu? Are you serious?

Man: Don't ever say his name

Blu: No I'm sorry

Man: Please I don't like him

Blu: I'm so sorry, it's- What-? What did he actually do? I don't get it

Man: He use to dress up like a ninja

Blu: Oh my God

All 21 years of me

And no it ain't a sucker living that can strike fear in me

'Cause spiritually, I know Gods here with me

But physically I'm frail, I weigh a buck, sixty on the scale

And I stand 6 feet and 4 inches

A light skin son of a pimp, with no bitches

A nigga with a vision to rise above the limits

I was given as a child tryna dwell amongst the clouds, and a (Blu)

Skies, I wish I could fly

Just to escape all of the hate and the pride that y'all affected with

The answers to your deficit, Alpha, Omega, Genesis

Exodus and Leviticus, Numbers and Deuteronomy

I'm hard as new Geometry, You simple as subtraction

You cats in junior high to me, mad tryna box with me

Honestly a man

And whether I'm in front of a jam-packed stadium or just 2 of my fans

I am (Blu)

Blu: Man fuck that nigga, y'know what I'm sayin'?

Straight up man, aye pass that blunt though

Exile: Uh, its a cigarette

Blu: Like I was saying though man, fuck- *Smokes

Exile: Uh, can I have it back?

Blu: Fuck that nigga 'cause, I be seeing that nigga- Swear to God

Exile: Where am I?

Blu: Swear to God man, I be seeing that nigga, I be like yo kick a flow man. This nigga like, "nah nigga I'm signed and shit" I'm just like: Nigga you's a bitch, that's it. That's what I'm talking

Exile: Who are you?

Now be the next generation of slaves

Here to make papes that the record labels rake

A mixtape great, yet a De La fan

And I am who I say I am (yes I'm Blu)

And honestly I just started smoking

'Cause stress I get from labels these days got me tokin'

Hopin' I could try to save the game before it's wasted

But I feel like choking rappers out untill they face gets (Blu)

For ruining the imagery invented

I remember niggas breakin' while the DJ was spinin'

And the women use to shake they ass like when they hula-hoop

Now the only niggas at your venue is your crew and you

But I'm proof that truth can sell as well as sex

Don't get it twisted, I spit as well as I sex

But it took years of practice with wack chicks

Now I'm proud to tell you what my name is when you asking (I am Blu)

And I grew through the years, shedding blood, sweat and tears

Getting love and the respect to my peers

Blu whether you like it or not

Like the colour that my skin is finna be when my heartbeat stops

I am (Blu)

Yo, uh, uh, get on down

Get, get, get on down, uh-huh, uh-huh

Everybody just get on down

The whole world, we finna get on down, down

To the, to the, to the, to the Exile sound

The whole world finna get on down

Just, just, just move with it, just vibe with it

And have fun (what else?), my big smile, y'all

What can I do for you back in this bitch

Not a damn thing, I keep my campaign popping like a champagne

Exile for president who ran game

On your mans name, sh-sh-shout out to my man Dane

Heard you was duckin' when the champs came

You try to hide and stay dry from my camp's rain

We bare flames on the amplifier mic tip

And growing samples on some hype shit (what), on some Tribe shit

You on point Tip

All the time Phife shit

Adidas when the mics' lit

Punching on some fight shit

But it's Kadice on some rite shit

On with the light switch

Bomb and ignite shit

Pause, let me write this song before my mic gets drawn, I'mon some life shit

I'm a on some death shit, Wild Wild West shit

Bushwacker stomp you on some WWF shit

Fucking up your press kit, don't get the press kid

Child running wild on some cloud 9 next shit, and Exile blessed it

Holy water spit Bitches Brew, Blu hexed it

Bulletproof vested when they wild on some text shit

9 lives left so don't stress it

Spitting with my heart behind bars on some cardiac arrest shit

Showin cats the exit

Come on take a rest kid, you don't want to test this

Number 2 pencil, no eraser for corrections

Exile's been selected, girlies get erections

Poppin out with knifes slicing wifey C-sections

I, I see sections of my life be corrected

But I always be Blu

Like I always be the D-Crew

Ask crew, guess who

Bless Blu with another track to express truth

And and even Ex is tryna stay less stressed too

So bang my tape deck when my text bless you

I collect checks and move to get chips

And Blu never lose, I break rules to get fixed

And soothe like [?]

I'm bangin in your coupe even after you dismiss

And give you a quick fix, So roll up and hit this

In the mouth with a big kiss, I hope she got big tits

But I don't have big dick, It's small like a lizard

[?] Or what is it? Ok so I hit this

I feel so explicit, oh tell me what is it

It's me on some Chappelle on that when I get rich bitch

But I'll always be broke though, so pay if you owe dough

I'm comin' out the booth on some Nappy Roots pro-folk

And classy folks don't know the shit that we go through

Holler if you know blow, hoes don't want broke bros

And bros don't want broke Rolls, they diggin' for gold souls

Tryna find a diamond mine, patching up old hopes

And I'ma so broke though, I [?] locals

Sleek in a locomotive, eating my [?]

They look at me loco, because I am loco

Insane in the graveyard, ditch diggin a Volvo

I'm crackin' like egg yolks, get it crackin' like egg yolks

Ey folks, Ex and Blu get the pesos

From rocking a stage show, from LA to Wako

From pack down for theaters, to low-rider trade shows

Plus when we blaze flows, we makin' a drug for me

We taking it back... Yo, man, let's get the fuck outta here, hahaha, shit

Microphone and, check listen, talking about your mom, kissing and this Señor [?]

She said to me

Said: Bitch, give head to me

Your son is dead to me

He is a, Wack MC

Matter of fact, I pack MCs in my bubblegum and chew 'em up, they laugh at me

Why's that, wisecat when I rip raps, raw than a motherfucking, Guy with no back that I ripped off when I saw his whole, Chest cavity

Got a cavity from chewing them up

What the fuck, listen, I be wording them up

I be weirder than fu-

(I wr-write-I write in red ink that-that-that turns to blue-to-to blue when-when-when the book closes-closes)