Blu - Never Be Another Me lyrics

[Verse 1: Blu] I'm dope like September 9th, midnight in a Y, I reflect Gun to the head, before I close my eyes and eject The stress I keep on my neck, and butcher beats I chop like raw lead on these decks, techniques Feels like I got my first piece yesterday The way I can't stop cutting n***as like I'm Jenna Haze Pen in hand, eager like I'm finna blaze Big ba** banging out your speakers, feel the waves Ocean deep [?] on the beats the flow is Jacques Cousteau on a boat Let's roll no leash, free them on my youth Used to preach now I'm seeking the truth Cut my roots to reboot, feels good to be you He said to himself, little note to your ego bro You need some help, I was stealth 'fore the buzz bubble Back in the days, now they done with me 'Til the press is back in my face but they can interview you But don't get confused, you just like all the others But there will never be another [Hook: Blu] Never be another.. some got juice, the other is more(?) But don't be confused, there will never be another [Verse 2: Blu] I used to wonder if somebody will remember me as John When the smoke clears and the hype's all gone Get my throat clear 'fore the blunts start weighing in And get my life right 'fore the money makes a difference They think I got it now so they looking at me different I'm just getting used to it, cause I'm bound to get digits It was in my dad's wrist when he used it for pitchin' in the kitchen With the [?], lil' ear twitching and my grand mama b**hing I was minding my business, having fun just, finding my senses Nowadays nothing makes sense, and stopped trying to make a difference And appreciated life for what it is, listen Guitar flip around the song that the humming birds Whisper to me early this morn', they said.. [Hook: Blu] Never be another.. some got juice, the other is more(?) But don't be confused, there will never be another [Verse 3: Blu] Poetry that's a part of me, the heart of me jots I rock beats to keep from artery clots Straight up and down, I found an old scroll folded In the pocket of my jacket that I wore the last time I saw me Rap is not a hobby or a job or a sport, in short It's 500 years, finally being free Flying like a bird over sharks in the sea Until I find me, this is how I spit