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    I CAN ONLY BE ME

    Hey little doggie, with your nose pressed against the butcher's window. There are no scaps for you today. Maybe tomorrow you will....CUT! CUT! NO FINGA SNAPS! REAL RAP!

     

    One two..One two..yeah, yeah, One two..One two, can I rip this flip that's sick like da flu?!?

     

    My virtuosity, no D'ee on his knees, negro please,

    my luminosity, heatin' up Antartica till it's 100 degrees,

    no viscosity, my black gold pure like the shyt white men stealin' from the Congolese,

    all about reciprocity, you give to me, I give to you, no need for greed,

    no animosity, you can't hate more than me, no fake shyt, real shyt, I'm equipped

    to brush yo dust off of my sleeve,

    your curiosity, will kill the cat, no beggin', no reprieve,

    my regilosity, starts with Imhotep,the stepped pyramid of Djoser, not Adam and Eve,

    impossibly, I cut, contsruct, deduct, instruct, till the crowd is appeased,

    such ferocity, I spyt, these flips, rip this shyt with Philly expertise,

    no atrocity, blazzin, raising, hazin' tll your shyt is chopped up and you concede,

    all about equality, from the Olduvai, queries and theories, my 3rd eye do exceed,

    my writing multiplicity, my superiority, the Beneficent, the Most Merciful, Allah,

    the One Authority, my continuity, so smooth, damn did I do that? Impossibly,

    can't no one, my son, make me devolve into mediocrity

     

    I CAN ONLY BE ME,

    YET WHO'S TO SAY, IF ALL WERE UNCOVERED,

    YOU WOULD LIKE WHAT YOU SEE, YOU CAN ONLY BE YOU,

    AS I CAN ONLY BE ME

     

    Spirit of Harriet Tubman, tell me somethin', these Ragga muffin's, think they bumpin'

    but they rumpin' for the system, thinkin' they snortin' cocaine but it's realy Buffrin

    My astrology, the Lion of Judah, on a clear day in the atmosphere,

    my geneology, Bajan man, with a cinamon tan, no rival and no peer,

    my biology, half-man, half-amazin, raisin' hell, dispel who fell, destroyin' rap careers,

    your gastroenterology, passin' gass from yo' azz, every time you spyt, shyt you smear,

    D'ee embryology, in the womb, I visited Tut's tomb, unlike Howard Carter, I had no fear,

    Archaeology, in the future when they miss me, my history, will speak of D'ee the poetic Premier,

    cardiology, my heart, Asiatic and Sub-Saharan sparks, lighting up the dark, hark, who dat?

    who goes there?

    criminology, my D.N.A., NOT O.J., okay, I stay and pray, until the Son of Man is near,

    no demonology, no pentagram, only I Am, not the Son of Sam, what's up my brother Amir,

    zoology, asses and baboons in the room, yo somebody gimme a broom, so the mic I can commandeer,

    use opthamology, check my sedimentology, my roots, my proof, my poetic liscense to raise the roof, my sexology, I come so much, stun as such, cause a discreptancy in the ecology,upstairs, downstairs, from Shakespeare to Voltaire, I declare my Creed, to bleed and impair the ionosphere

     

    I CAN ONLY BE ME,

    YET WHO'S TO SAY, IF ALL WERE UNCOVERED,

    YOU WOULD LIKE WHAT YOU SEE, YOU CAN ONLY BE YOU,

    AS I CAN ONLY BE ME

     

    D'ee the Dadda, spiritual intifada, mind over madda, climbin the ladda, stop to pass me bladda, rap to a rattla, chill with a crocodile and eat a platta, watch the Eagles with the Holy Sprit, Son and Fadda, keep the dagga, my lyrical run is a gun, watch ya brain go splatta

    In my periphery, I peep the creeps who the shaman once foretold,

    Forced into slavery, gory Goree Island, single-filin' traded like bullion of gold,

    Ain't no mystery, ain't got no name, don't know my god, is he from India or Islamabad,

    stacked like cod in the hull of a ship full of mold,

    like a fishery, do I hear 50 for this strong buck, do I here 100 for this wench, she can fuck, do

    hear 150, that man right there..SOLD!

    450 years of misery, suga cane cuttin', cotton pluckin, my lady forced to suckin' the massa's dyck to stay out of the cold,

    can't stop this delivery, born of Philly, home of Will Smith, Meek Millz and Quilly, this express train from my membrane, brotha grab a hold,

    my intensity, trace it back to my home, not Barbados, Sierra Leone, the king of kings, out of the wilderness, behold

    my propensity, no stuttlebutt, no what the fuck, no muck a muck, only damn D'ee, that's what's up, that boy don't withold,

    tired of this splintery, fake factions, overreactions, who care who is mackin, is we stackin? no we still broke, no joke, only hope, is to refuse to be controlled

    no more rivalry, come together, drop whatever, P.S., Blazin the Mic or Chyna's set does it really muthafuckin matter, only one, that's no fun, they call that masturbation, as a united poetic nation, we can rock it tenfold

    make it auditory, so the world can hear, be like in a domitory, a Greek weekend every day of the year, various dignitaries, be they athiest, Fruit of Allah, Jewish, Buddhist, Catholic, Baptist, or Presbytery, no more contradictory, who cares about a valedictory, tired of the abnormality, not sanitary, to eat and talk shyt in the same repository, don't have to walk like me, or look like me, a united tapestry, should be our ultimate victory, oh, say can you see...

     

    I CAN ONLY BE ME,

    YET WHO'S TO SAY, IF ALL WERE UNCOVERED,

    YOU WOULD LIKE WHAT YOU SEE. YOU CAN ONLY BE YOU,

    AS I CAN ONLY BE ME

     

     

    I Can Only Be Me (lyrics by Stevie Wonder for the School Daze soundtrack), sung by Kieth John

    • 16 August 2011
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