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Terrence Wood - I Am'em Lyrics



Terrence Wood - I Am'em Lyrics
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[ Featuring Cimer Amor ]

Ayo the game ain't been da same since I started spittin
With these lames in my lane mayne saying no he didn't
Side bang, yeah he hittin tried to tell ya they gone bit'em
Only said 4 bars and you knew you was gonna like'em
Da bul flow vicious, SpottieOttieDopaliscious
Homie you don't know what this is
See I came up with the Kris's Slick Ricky's and the Kane's
Just as wicked with da slang same sickness in my veins this just a different strain
A vandal with the pens, burn candles at both ends
Son shine so bright I might damage ya camera lens
No crabs, no leeches
No cash for no features
No collabs no allegiance homie I don't even need ya's
A selfish bastard, I'll put a I in team
Bars a sick narcissist, in love my 16's
So I can't be fond of you, this is what I'm tryna do
Lace it then I take it back to basics like the Amish do
Back middle to the front can't front
When that live shit thump I know exactly what you want
It still feel new I still get the goosebumps
Butterflies in the stomach, damn I still love it
Know why? I am'em, yes, I am'em
That same bul from 16 street I am'em
I am'em, ah! I am
Hip hop I embody it take ya beat and body it
This bul told me I'm a problem, naw I'm more like a solver
Flow is automatic, naw its more like a revolver
Rarely jam up sorry fam but ya scam up
Northside is My Part of Town so damn tuff
Can't f*ck with this shit that's raw
Nasty with the spit I'm like Pavlovs dog,
Say my name my saliva hot as devils spit
Thought you had a angle then I mangled and beveled it
Completely leveled it like da Constructicons
Forming Devastator made a clever way to crush your rhymes
Just in time like them 90's dot commers
Catch me up in Warmdaddy's with a hot mama
Listening to a bul pluck da upright
Cats yelling FML, I agree f*ck ya life
Drop 30 mixtapes in a year what's the purpose
All it proves to me is your musics completely worthless
Back middle to the front can't front
When that live shit thump I know exactly what you want
It still feel new I still get the goosebumps
Butterflies in the stomach, damn I still love it
Know why? I am'em, yes, I am'em
That same bul from 16 street I am'em
I am'em, ah! I am
Hip hop I embody it take ya beat and body it
You try to tell me how to rap I tell a cat don't bother
That's like tryna give a millionaire a dollar
That's like getting sex advice from a virgin
Or getting safe sex tips from somebody that's burning
Can't tell me nothing ain't no future frontin
Rest in peace MC Breed, see I'm what these mc's need
A refresher course, re-certification
I'm the best resource if you need further information
I'm dumb thurl spit shit nasty as tub girl
You see that shit? It's a bug world
Brothers with skinny jeans and mohawks ya kiddin me
Only black dude I wanna see wit a Mohawk is Mr. T
I pity you fools, feel like that all the time
Some of yall will hate but the rest will fall in line
Just as expected, I'm a blast from da past
That will Kid n Play kick step you right in your ass
Back middle to the front can't front
When that live shit thump I know exactly what you want
It still feel new I still get the goosebumps
Butterflies in the stomach, damn I still love it
Know why? I am'em, yes, I am'em
That same bul from 16 street I am'em
I am'em, ah! I am
Hip hop I embody it take ya beat and body it
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Ayo the game ain't been da same since I started spittin
With these lames in my lane mayne saying no he didn't
Side bang, yeah he hittin tried to tell ya they gone bit'em
Only said 4 bars and you knew you was gonna like'em
Da bul flow vicious, SpottieOttieDopaliscious
Homie you don't know what this is
See I came up with the Kris's Slick Ricky's and the Kane's
Just as wicked with da slang same sickness in my veins this just a different strain
A vandal with the pens, burn candles at both ends
Son shine so bright I might damage ya camera lens
No crabs, no leeches
No cash for no features
No collabs no allegiance homie I don't even need ya's
A selfish bastard, I'll put a I in team
Bars a sick narcissist, in love my 16's
So I can't be fond of you, this is what I'm tryna do
Lace it then I take it back to basics like the Amish do
Back middle to the front can't front
When that live shit thump I know exactly what you want
It still feel new I still get the goosebumps
Butterflies in the stomach, damn I still love it
Know why? I am'em, yes, I am'em
That same bul from 16 street I am'em
I am'em, ah! I am
Hip hop I embody it take ya beat and body it
This bul told me I'm a problem, naw I'm more like a solver
Flow is automatic, naw its more like a revolver
Rarely jam up sorry fam but ya scam up
Northside is My Part of Town so damn tuff
Can't f*ck with this shit that's raw
Nasty with the spit I'm like Pavlovs dog,
Say my name my saliva hot as devils spit
Thought you had a angle then I mangled and beveled it
Completely leveled it like da Constructicons
Forming Devastator made a clever way to crush your rhymes
Just in time like them 90's dot commers
Catch me up in Warmdaddy's with a hot mama
Listening to a bul pluck da upright
Cats yelling FML, I agree f*ck ya life
Drop 30 mixtapes in a year what's the purpose
All it proves to me is your musics completely worthless
Back middle to the front can't front
When that live shit thump I know exactly what you want
It still feel new I still get the goosebumps
Butterflies in the stomach, damn I still love it
Know why? I am'em, yes, I am'em
That same bul from 16 street I am'em
I am'em, ah! I am
Hip hop I embody it take ya beat and body it
You try to tell me how to rap I tell a cat don't bother
That's like tryna give a millionaire a dollar
That's like getting sex advice from a virgin
Or getting safe sex tips from somebody that's burning
Can't tell me nothing ain't no future frontin
Rest in peace MC Breed, see I'm what these mc's need
A refresher course, re-certification
I'm the best resource if you need further information
I'm dumb thurl spit shit nasty as tub girl
You see that shit? It's a bug world
Brothers with skinny jeans and mohawks ya kiddin me
Only black dude I wanna see wit a Mohawk is Mr. T
I pity you fools, feel like that all the time
Some of yall will hate but the rest will fall in line
Just as expected, I'm a blast from da past
That will Kid n Play kick step you right in your ass
Back middle to the front can't front
When that live shit thump I know exactly what you want
It still feel new I still get the goosebumps
Butterflies in the stomach, damn I still love it
Know why? I am'em, yes, I am'em
That same bul from 16 street I am'em
I am'em, ah! I am
Hip hop I embody it take ya beat and body it
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Writer: Terrence Wood
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Performed By: Terrence Wood
Featuring: Cimer Amor
Length: 3:59
Written by: Terrence Wood

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