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Here I Am
BK-One Benzilla Phonte Brother Ali The Grouch
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Back in the day they used to say I was a man child
Moms looked at me was like "oh you a man now"
Taught me to walk like a warrior, eyes up, shoulders back
Lookin like a nigga bout to stand trial
Made me exactly who I am now
It made me one of the livest niggas walkin
And realest niggas spittin, hands down
Taught me to stand down, and always man up
Cause then I'd never give in to a handout
One man army slash rhyme armada
Don't need a little guac I need the whole avocado
That bullshit they play ain't got nuttin to do with Tay
That's Maury Povich rap, homie I am not the father
And I am not to bother, with those who don't do the real
I be on that Sugar Hill, no business with a Carter
My purpose is to separate the classic from the fodder
Tay brang it, and make you sang it like the alma mater
Let's go
Like the way I move
Like the way I groove out on the floor
Like the way I walk
Like the way I talk, yeah it's all yours
Make the fellas rock
Make the ladies say "girl that's my jam"
Accept nothin less
Cause if you want the best then here I am
Yeah baby here I'm is
They say I leave out heads, he'll never be outdid
Fuck bein half great I got to be five fifths
Everybody clap your hands to the beatbox kids
I believe I'm the shit, could never be out for shit
If I didn't I would not be tryin to eat off of this
They talk about the greatest MC's ever lived
Tryin to give 'em good reason to put me on that list
Shit, you ain't in this discussion, you're simply interruptin
I'm as good as gone, y'all ain't good for nothin
My stomach grumblin isn't it
Man we eatin, y'all are just bitin that's inconsiderate
Quit your nibblin, nobody feelin it
You beatin a dead horse, that's not killin it
We livin this y'all are visitin
Get a grip, it's never too late for you to fix your shit
It ain't set in stone till you dead and gone
Don't want 'em sayin stud walked tough but coulda flown
So when the sun rise and shine get on his grind
He can look down and smile and see that I'm on mine
Phonte, uh, yeah
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Have you ever seen a dreamer, lock his dreams up
Sabotage himself like his thoughts don't mean enough
Well I ain't tryin to be that you got me cleaned up
Can't mix the yellow with the blue and get the green stuff
Ain't no time to be scared and sad
What I got's much rarer than that, I do care
But in fact, I don't care what you think
Though I've been there before, I now know more
I more know me, I'm livin to my full capacity
Tryin to spill a little game and soak a splash or three
Focus past the obvious, ask of me
More than your average, half a G
Cause I can hear the birds chirpin and feel the words workin
Whether curb surfin or smokin herb surfin
Today you'll catch a wave
Let your guard down and be free or that's a slave
And this is true
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Time to on and on
Keep the rock goin on and on
Check me out, uh
We rock on and on
Make the beat go on and on
One time, what?
Go on and on
To the beat go on and on
Check me out, uh
Go on and on
To the beat go on and on
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