[Verse One]

Here we go, ha ha

Thou shalt not have no other great one but me

Transcribin my lyrics is the C-H-U-B

The lyrics that you hear is not his but mine

While, biblical words don't need to ra-hyme

I said, "Let there be a light," and there was light

and the breeze (?), like that kid who made "I-Ight"

But men took mad dominion, over men

Hard bondage with backs and, knees that must bend

but only in prayer, I make your head need Ibuprof'/Bayer

Call me, the number one player

But hey.. the one pharoahes, parlayed

in the land of Egypt, when that slave shit behaved

Bythia(?) drew me, from the Nile to smile on the people

After me there will be a sequel

And I'll praise my name, in the jam

Call me what you want, but I am what I am



[Verse Two]

Hehe, I live in the souls of men, and women

and pilgrims and children who wiggle, to the rhythm

Just go, the people have corrupted themselves

They toke the devil's smoke, puffing their L's

I'll send, my only son down, to bless you

and observe how you know him, and that will test you

Years, of sufferation, will burn the nation

with adultery, skirt-chasin and crotch-blazin

You never learn - look how many times I kilt ya

I burnt ya, I drowned ya, I froze ya

I stripped your land and destroyed ya culture

Next time you better give me some

R-E-S-P-E (C-T) now hold ya but I love ya

I invented AIDS but also, invented the rubber

Each one teach one brother

Take my name in vain and you're gone like damn

Call me what you want, but I am what I am



[Verse Three]

Ha ha

Now you got light skin, dark skin, East coast, West coast

Old school, new school, dumb-ass fools

One land, one people, I am the one

Figure you disobeyed so I made the word "nigger"

You can change the diction, but can't change what I'm writin

I script those Pulitzer books for that kid, Michael Crichton

like {*tch tch tch*} I am the hi-hat

I am the M-I-C, I am Easy Mo Bee

and Easy Mo is me, he gets down when I want him to get down

I put the heights in the crown

I wrote the dead sea scrolls, I'm "Strictly Business"

I made Erick and Parrish go gold

My crew is tan, darker than tan, I made the Ku Klux Klan

I made Rush +Def+ but, able to +Jam+

I'm flam, and I'm intricate

You must and should be a fan and I am what I am



[Verse Four]

The praise of the "Goodfella" is long past done

DeNiro's an actor, on cue, totin a gun

ACTION!  Forty-five colt bolt, it gets messy

then copycat murders flow to Joe Schmoe Pesci

Then the ladies, sex, to the break of dawn and

another quaalude, and she'll love me in the mornin

Fast pace, "Scarface," you can't win, God's race

when you're sparkin Noah's Ark, and you're in God's place

Baby - cock up your foot and you act crazy

Every "Distinguished Gentleman" wants a lady

You can't bug, when you wanna play real life cocoa

when you're "Down and Out in Beverly Hills" with Oprah

"Mi Vida Loca," and then it turns to weed smokers

Then you're dead, dealin with them kids from +cosa nostra+

But no autographs you must, already be a fan

I am what I am and that's all that I am