[Verse One]
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Here we go, ha ha
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Thou shalt not have no other great one but me
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Transcribin my lyrics is the C-H-U-B
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The lyrics that you hear is not his but mine
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While, biblical words don't need to ra-hyme
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I said, "Let there be a light," and there was light
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and the breeze (?), like that kid who made "I-Ight"
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But men took mad dominion, over men
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Hard bondage with backs and, knees that must bend
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but only in prayer, I make your head need Ibuprof'/Bayer
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Call me, the number one player
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But hey.. the one pharoahes, parlayed
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in the land of Egypt, when that slave shit behaved
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Bythia(?) drew me, from the Nile to smile on the people
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After me there will be a sequel
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And I'll praise my name, in the jam
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Call me what you want, but I am what I am
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[Verse Two]
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Hehe, I live in the souls of men, and women
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and pilgrims and children who wiggle, to the rhythm
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Just go, the people have corrupted themselves
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They toke the devil's smoke, puffing their L's
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I'll send, my only son down, to bless you
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and observe how you know him, and that will test you
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Years, of sufferation, will burn the nation
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with adultery, skirt-chasin and crotch-blazin
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You never learn - look how many times I kilt ya
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I burnt ya, I drowned ya, I froze ya
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I stripped your land and destroyed ya culture
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Next time you better give me some
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R-E-S-P-E (C-T) now hold ya but I love ya
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I invented AIDS but also, invented the rubber
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Each one teach one brother
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Take my name in vain and you're gone like damn
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Call me what you want, but I am what I am
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[Verse Three]
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Ha ha
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Now you got light skin, dark skin, East coast, West coast
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Old school, new school, dumb-ass fools
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One land, one people, I am the one
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Figure you disobeyed so I made the word "nigger"
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You can change the diction, but can't change what I'm writin
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I script those Pulitzer books for that kid, Michael Crichton
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like {*tch tch tch*} I am the hi-hat
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I am the M-I-C, I am Easy Mo Bee
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and Easy Mo is me, he gets down when I want him to get down
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I put the heights in the crown
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I wrote the dead sea scrolls, I'm "Strictly Business"
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I made Erick and Parrish go gold
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My crew is tan, darker than tan, I made the Ku Klux Klan
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I made Rush +Def+ but, able to +Jam+
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I'm flam, and I'm intricate
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You must and should be a fan and I am what I am
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[Verse Four]
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The praise of the "Goodfella" is long past done
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DeNiro's an actor, on cue, totin a gun
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ACTION! Forty-five colt bolt, it gets messy
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then copycat murders flow to Joe Schmoe Pesci
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Then the ladies, sex, to the break of dawn and
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another quaalude, and she'll love me in the mornin
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Fast pace, "Scarface," you can't win, God's race
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when you're sparkin Noah's Ark, and you're in God's place
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Baby - cock up your foot and you act crazy
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Every "Distinguished Gentleman" wants a lady
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You can't bug, when you wanna play real life cocoa
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when you're "Down and Out in Beverly Hills" with Oprah
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"Mi Vida Loca," and then it turns to weed smokers
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Then you're dead, dealin with them kids from +cosa nostra+
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But no autographs you must, already be a fan
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I am what I am and that's all that I am
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I Am What I Am
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Chubb Rock |