Lyrical Breakdown of Who You Think I Am? - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Who you think I am, but who you want me to be?

...When I rock, jock niggas in shellshock

Don't watch the birdie watch the clock go tick tock

I rip shop, I make ya girls bottom lip drop

Yo word to the truckers at the pit stop I'm hip hop

I hold heat, never forget what niggas told me they showed me

Other emcees trying to fold me they owe me

Yo plus them niggas mad slow gee

I got my "Get U Now" so I'm comin with my homie

Here's the plan: stick 'em up, I enter, through the window

Stoop down so we can't see our crescendo

Pass the indo, yo we used to be our friend though

Yeah but thats the reason I dont really like to lend dough

From the corners cylindrical triangle hats

Says dunce. Lyrics precise like forensical science leave you entangled for months

Tryin to figure who done it, you fronted

Got cha shit stunted, didn't have to be that way

Some saw the light comin in, they shunned it

For the wickedness to those whose despise life and worship death

The established matched at eye for eye, tooth for tooth, breath to breath

These are the last days of the countdown, shit is just that drastic

Write journals, like they use the prophets, study math like a Aztec

Loved not for who you think I am, but who you want me to be

A true thuggin emcee, true thugs, with no strings attached

I wanna give you my slugs and don't wanna take em

Box sprays, but with my box cutter in my boxes

Shots sprayed, who on cops high says we rastas

Rock away boulevard, got love and knoxus[?]

Bout five cops today, my rock away

Niggas and rock rage, got paid

A rock, you know why I rock, meet me at the lobses[?]

I suggest I should dress proper

Copped a buzz, I copped a dutch

I got a lotta love, with no strings attached

Rhymes, rhymes, rhymes, we got plenty

Dimes, dimes, dimes, too many

Sparked up and chat, you keep countin

I do my thing, jealous niggas keep doubtin

Rock 'n' roll, lock 'n' load

Emcees out for pots of gold, we stop 'em cold

In they tracks an take all they chips-eses

All they dats, all they bullshit mixeses

Give 'em a credit, not debt it

We just flipped the calistetic

Toss the Andy Pettitte, you said it

We grandslam in the never boss stand

Any pussy emcee's we abandon

Flew in from Monster Island just to rag shit wit jet lag

With brothers specializin ways how us not to get bagged

Egads! I bring confusion like roll call

To emcees so-called, hoes be like "yup I told y'all"

So socialize my bio so I dip dip dive

Memorize like I-omega zip drive

Go to the bar to drink to get soberer

King Ghidra eat the head of a king cobra like ginkoba

Kong get a cut like Kobe, now hold heat

So sweet, roll deep but no beef

Those that doze deep, close sheets

Po chose to speak with, reach over to reload the piece

Slip from freak to deak, keep concrete

Parallel to body til the next male

Shotties and hotty, still waitin to exhale

Smell the blood bath a slugs caught

Slugs passed and bloodsport

Bugged laugh, a bugged thought

Caught some eyes make the case last stack a locker

Bocker, drink a vodka, hit note, like Sinatra at a opera

Drop a flocker, Orville Redenbacher

Get you, got you, shot the two L's without the proper

For the albums knocker

Hit the liquor, quicker than a quicker picker upper

Girl and stick er, I leave more nuts than a snicker

Kick er to the curb, punk a bitch, stomp a chick

For now call me Kong, Monster Isle, Monster Click (Bow!)

Loved not for who you think I am, but who you want me to be

True thuggin emcee, true thugs, with no strings attached

I wanna give you my slugs, and don't wanna take 'em back