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)