I'm Him Songtext
von Wise Intelligent

Ya, ducing the one and only

I′m him, I'm him, I′m him, I'm him
I'm him, I′m him, I′m him, I'm him
I′m him, I'm him, I′m him, I'm him
I′m him, I'm him, I'm him, I′m him

Knowledge is the base of existence that I build upon
Ya intelligence through the power of the real
Wisdom is a purified word or an act
That can bring rap back in fact I′m ill

Get knowledge, get the wisdom but in everythin' you gettin′
Hope you get the understandin' so youll see the picture clear
O seven is the year, oh, heaven has appeared
Hold me close to ya ear, God is so Devin ere

To all the pimps who bare the diamond studded cups
Lyrically bankrupt, hold ′em out, I'll fill ′em up
I'm like the shine on ya diamond studded cuffs
Fine wine to a cup, Manischewitz I prefer


Ka-shar la-pasach, you are on my jock
Black earth on my arm, ask her who da bomb
I'm from the era where G was for God
And a cipher was a circle full of Gods addin′ on

One twenty on the capno shit
Trenton City on the map, look bitch
Who ever taught it to ya ass like this?
Somebody tell these muthafuckahs I′m him

Seventeen inch spoke no rims
Clark Wallabies, Chucks or Timbs
Do the knowledge how he tilt that brim?
Somebody tell these muthafuckahs I'm him

If hip hop is a culture and the culture ain′t the business
Hip hop is forever livin', so the culture can′t dead
A throw-back to the era of the vinyl and cassette
So let the DJ pull it up or rewind what I said

Truth, power and so refine
Supreme equality every time
Oh, so ghetto but don't promote crime
Sisters, holla hands off that, God′s mine


Lock ya hammer we can seckle the BS
I can teach you to be fresh, you're an adolescent mess
Keep it hood but who you tryin' to impress
Hip hop′s my house so stop lyin′ to my guest

Substance, content lackin' from your flows
Money, hoes, clothes isn′t all a brother knows?
Or is it, 'cause if it is I will suppose
Or should I say suggest, you′re rockin' with the best

One twenty on the capno shit
Trenton City on the map, look bitch
Who ever taught it to ya ass like this?
Somebody tell these muthafuckahs I′m him

Seventeen inch spoke no rims
Clark Wallabies, Chucks or Timbs
Do the knowledge how he tilt that brim?
Somebody tell these muthafuckahs I'm him

Supercalifragilistic just ask me I'm the dopest
I was speedin′ when I wrote this you can sue me if it′s too quick
Tonic and a chew-stick how I do it to it
Guess he still got it, how the fuck could I lose it?

We can build or destroy, oh boy
I'm not promotin′ violence, I'm just killin′ all the noise
But do the supa really have to clap another rapper?
Slap a program director for a little bit of burn

Maybe this three eighty or some half naked ladies
In this drop top Mercedes make ya turn-tables turn
Stable and firm, labels concerned
Is he really hot? Muthafuckahs dis burns

It's his turn, lightenin′ strikin' twice
Same place location, don't get lost in translation
Listen, observe, proper education always cause
An expert to make self born and complete the cipher

One twenty on the capno shit
Trenton City on the map, look bitch
Who ever taught it to ya ass like this?
Somebody tell these muthafuckahs I′m him

Seventeen inch spoke no rims
Clark Wallabies, Chucks or Timbs
Do the knowledge how he tilt that brim?
Somebody tell these muthafuckahs I′m him