歌手:Blu & Exile
专辑:《Below the Heavens》

Yeah, you know my name rings a bell
Or should I say rocks 'em, I'm shell toe rockin'
Females, I don't got 'em but get 'em with no problem
And I don't pack stadiums yet, I still rock 'em
And they still spell my name ****ed up on they flyers
It's B-L-U, and if you see the E, drop 'em
It's like they droppin' E from the beats E is dropping
Got your peeps eavesdropping and the world keeps watching him
Huh, see y'all
I see 'em checking out the scenery, they seem to be jockin' him
Chicks scream his name out from the bleachers like they proud of him (Blu)
A product of a God-fearing pastor
Who was quick to whip my ass but his whoopings wasn't hot enough
So I flow conscious but still rep the Koochie Monstas
And still crush the competition, no kid is hotter than (Blu)
Your momma's kitchen, beg your pardon darling, listen
I'm a nigga on a mission and these bitches ain't stopping him
Blue (Stop jockin' him) blue
My world is blue
So you can ride if you want nigga
I skipped class in school a few times but I ain't dumb nigga
Pitched grass too a few times but I don't pump nigga
Never was the fastest in class
But if you put me on the track, I was guaranteed to run niggas
Like back when I was a young spitter
Bitches used to ask me kick a flow to 'em
Next thing you know, I'm stroking 'em
But I was into older ones, kinda like my teachers
On the first day of school, I would say, "It's nice to meet ya, I'm—"
Blu (But you can call me) Blu
(I ain't stoppin' til' my) My world is blue (Uh, yeah)
And my mission's just beginning, call it Genesis
I'm God's eye messenger but the Devil's nemesis
It's no better predicament
I'm straightenin' out the facts cause you twisting it
Nigga this a Bridgetown crown rocker, not a fake affiliate
I been in many cliques but this is where soldiers are bred
And many members fell off cause they didn't know the ledge
Cause they heads got gassed up, they still ain't got no drive
I'ma ride 'til I crash and I still ain't got a ride
I move slow cause bro, I got a lot on my mind
That's why I'm quick to get to pieces when I'm jotting my lines
Still grinding at the drop of a dime
Tryna rob the world for every cent cause shit, I owe a lot to my moms
And I ain't stopping 'til I change it for my five little sisters
Cause the view from they window consist of strippers and hookers
And all my brothers see is the pushers, hustlers and killers
So I walk down blocks as if the sun had called me nigga
Mad at the world, hah
But Nas told me it was mine right before halftime
But it's fourth quarter and we just getting it, lying for the benefits
I told you if I wrote, I'm sticking with every cent of it
Cause if it goes down, I'ma be sinking with my penmanship
Just like a captain
And you can only imagine how much passion that I put in this
But some magazines try to rate me on how good it is
Please, **** a critic nigga, this is my life, if you ain't put in it
Don't think I need your two cents now like you been pushing it
Cause opinions are assholes; they full of shit
And everybody's got one, if not, they tryna cop one
I'm balancing my options, I can be hustling
On the block or moving rocks like it's under construction
Or really bustin' for change cause I wanna come outta these boots
Like I'm Superman here to save the day
And hear the crowd screaming my name
Like, "Look up on the stage, it's a bird, it's a plane"
No nigga, that's (Blu)
Ahhhhhhhh!
Lift your churches to the heavens!
We are the eternal lantern
Guiding us through the misty mist, and the dusty dust
On the straight and narrow path