Juice Magazin - Who I Be lyrics

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Juice Magazin - Who I Be lyrics

[Hook] Tell 'em who the f** I be Tell 'em who the f** I be Tell 'em who the f** I be [Verse 1: yU] Yeah, now why you got the heart of a lion? Still reign as hard as Zion, but you're down to a science Lab coat when I craft dope, high with an inner supply Ready to die for this mission of mine Read my rhymes, I'ma give your eyes something to see No fear to climb sky high stuff my pockets with green And I never went to college, but I'm schooling 'em Play 'em my lyrical venom, I put a j**el in 'em So you can pawn this song and get a hundred back The nation's cap- on the map that is where I'm at Free alack, relax, even in code red (CODE RED!) Give the mic a cold stare when the coast is clear Of course when I skulk its weird Play yours next to mine you insult my ear I can k** a show, robbing clothes from Sears A rebel yell, you know I am, you better... [Hook] [Verse 2: Oddisee] Beat streets beat rhymes, life heat-seeks y'all like Missions on a mission I'm spitting to eat Klondike Bars, n***as ice cold, sane to your membrane Charge n***as from far like "aight" tho Them flames torch n***as you pa**ing, who I be? Cla**ic, 'course n***as is mad at cheese under my mattress "be"'s for the white man, "been"'s for the past tense You in my bin like trash up in my trash bin Who's asking who? I be, let me tell ya A n***a from the P dot G here to sell ya Dope in the form of quotes, transported by flyness I wouldn't need an oar in a boat You're dealing with the cartel of rhymes I'm sitting fate like a tombstone artist's design Seeking heart is hard to find Motherf**ers come knock quick y'all better... [Hook] [Verse 3: Uptown XO] If rap was Rasta, I'd be Haile Sela**ie Probly one of a kind, me and my posse We not on a level that y'all see Hardly a softie, can ball on the court, we Play on, but its all on a crayon More solid than the ground that your grandmama lay on I'ma tell 'em who I be, I'ma tell 'em where I've been To hell and back, and I ain't going back again I want my d**h to come before I realize I'm a prophet The next one break to stay true to this hip hop sh** So broke, sell destiny, question me Uptown n***as next to me yes indeed All over the track like extra cheese sandwich n***as with the weaponry, get vests A g is who I be, arguably One of the realest in the D I see, you better... [Hook]

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