Well I, I reside in a nation where most say it's bastardized
Is it about the drama, the bloodshed and situations that compromise our peace of mind
Could it be the little land mass and a population that's oversized
Is it about the cops and robbers and the cops they rob us in the midst of some dumb dictators
And the head of state's about 75
None of our revolution's ever been televised
After the Python dance and them end sars genocide
The wrong people are still crucified like Jesus Christ
But I don't wanna talk about all that right now cause I
Cause I have to sell these lest I get penalized
But f*ck it I just wanna publicize all that I visualize
Cause I realize in me the hunger to get recognized
And it ain't no stopping if I don't get satisfied
'mong the lot where most of the youth survive by a life of crime
So I decide it's about time to ask the right questions like
Like who am I
And who am I
The one that you haven't met yet
Call me the regent now that a king hasn't been named yet
The throne's still vacant
And the whole world waiting for me to emerge from the shadows and take it
I am what my hustle made me now
Who am I
The voice of the black African child
So when they say their forefathers was bound in chains
And cast onto wooden ships that took them away to the west into slavery
Believe me
I know what it feels like
So I try to relate this truth with some rhymes on it
Talk about my uprising and my shortcomings and
Let the beat drop on it
And for a minute you might decide to go blind to all of that vanity
And not just rapping and selling fantasies
I throw more light on humanity
And listen I'm a f*cking realist
And what I got is not a gift it's a calling
So any adversity I strive to find a remedy to it
Now mind who you compare to me
I try to reach out like Baba Fela Dem
Zenzile, Miriam Makeba Dem
It's a very long queue so I brought in just a few 2Baba Dem
So brother just preach
Prophesy whatever language and we'll be listening
So if you ask me why music sounds better with us Africans
I simply tell you it's melanin
Now who am I
The classes for the teachers
The mic, the pulpit for the preacher
Yeah I look cool but give me a beat and you'll see a f*cking reaper
I live a normal life like everybody else
But I never stop thinking there's a God inside this body, yes
The most underrated intellectual
Multi-talented individual
I'm incredible but I let them think my brain's dysfunctional
Just because I drink and smoke and hit the booth
And then I bounce on these verses
And then I split the hook and spit the truth
And then I cuss on these verses
No matter how many times this truth is said
Nobody gives a f*ck if it don't pay their taxes
Even Plato never told you Atlantis was a myth
But I don't get too comfortable trashing these facts as if it's filth
I am pain, I am gain
I am sleepless nights, heartaches and heartbreaks
I am the one you left in the rain
And the storm stormed and the sun burned but still I remain
I am the last of the dying breed
My kind is extinct so you can say I'm part of an endangered species
Now who am I
The mirror says it's a stone face but a glass heart that's cracked inside
And you get hurt if you step on the pieces of my broken mind
Who am I
Who am I
Question is, question is
Who am I
Yeah
The question is, the question is
A question is
Who am I
The question is, question is
Who am I
The question is, question is
Who am I
The question is, question is
Who am I
Who am I
Who am I
Who am I
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Well I, I reside in a nation where most say it's bastardized
Is it about the drama, the bloodshed and situations that compromise our peace of mind
Could it be the little land mass and a population that's oversized
Is it about the cops and robbers and the cops they rob us in the midst of some dumb dictators
And the head of state's about 75
None of our revolution's ever been televised
After the Python dance and them end sars genocide
The wrong people are still crucified like Jesus Christ
But I don't wanna talk about all that right now cause I
Cause I have to sell these lest I get penalized
But f*ck it I just wanna publicize all that I visualize
Cause I realize in me the hunger to get recognized
And it ain't no stopping if I don't get satisfied
'mong the lot where most of the youth survive by a life of crime
So I decide it's about time to ask the right questions like
Like who am I
And who am I
The one that you haven't met yet
Call me the regent now that a king hasn't been named yet
The throne's still vacant
And the whole world waiting for me to emerge from the shadows and take it
I am what my hustle made me now
Who am I
The voice of the black African child
So when they say their forefathers was bound in chains
And cast onto wooden ships that took them away to the west into slavery
Believe me
I know what it feels like
So I try to relate this truth with some rhymes on it
Talk about my uprising and my shortcomings and
Let the beat drop on it
And for a minute you might decide to go blind to all of that vanity
And not just rapping and selling fantasies
I throw more light on humanity
And listen I'm a f*cking realist
And what I got is not a gift it's a calling
So any adversity I strive to find a remedy to it
Now mind who you compare to me
I try to reach out like Baba Fela Dem
Zenzile, Miriam Makeba Dem
It's a very long queue so I brought in just a few 2Baba Dem
So brother just preach
Prophesy whatever language and we'll be listening
So if you ask me why music sounds better with us Africans
I simply tell you it's melanin
Now who am I
The classes for the teachers
The mic, the pulpit for the preacher
Yeah I look cool but give me a beat and you'll see a f*cking reaper
I live a normal life like everybody else
But I never stop thinking there's a God inside this body, yes
The most underrated intellectual
Multi-talented individual
I'm incredible but I let them think my brain's dysfunctional
Just because I drink and smoke and hit the booth
And then I bounce on these verses
And then I split the hook and spit the truth
And then I cuss on these verses
No matter how many times this truth is said
Nobody gives a f*ck if it don't pay their taxes
Even Plato never told you Atlantis was a myth
But I don't get too comfortable trashing these facts as if it's filth
I am pain, I am gain
I am sleepless nights, heartaches and heartbreaks
I am the one you left in the rain
And the storm stormed and the sun burned but still I remain
I am the last of the dying breed
My kind is extinct so you can say I'm part of an endangered species
Now who am I
The mirror says it's a stone face but a glass heart that's cracked inside
And you get hurt if you step on the pieces of my broken mind
Who am I
Who am I
Question is, question is
Who am I
Yeah
The question is, the question is
A question is
Who am I
The question is, question is
Who am I
The question is, question is
Who am I
The question is, question is
Who am I
Who am I
Who am I
Who am I
Is it about the drama, the bloodshed and situations that compromise our peace of mind
Could it be the little land mass and a population that's oversized
Is it about the cops and robbers and the cops they rob us in the midst of some dumb dictators
And the head of state's about 75
None of our revolution's ever been televised
After the Python dance and them end sars genocide
The wrong people are still crucified like Jesus Christ
But I don't wanna talk about all that right now cause I
Cause I have to sell these lest I get penalized
But f*ck it I just wanna publicize all that I visualize
Cause I realize in me the hunger to get recognized
And it ain't no stopping if I don't get satisfied
'mong the lot where most of the youth survive by a life of crime
So I decide it's about time to ask the right questions like
Like who am I
And who am I
The one that you haven't met yet
Call me the regent now that a king hasn't been named yet
The throne's still vacant
And the whole world waiting for me to emerge from the shadows and take it
I am what my hustle made me now
Who am I
The voice of the black African child
So when they say their forefathers was bound in chains
And cast onto wooden ships that took them away to the west into slavery
Believe me
I know what it feels like
So I try to relate this truth with some rhymes on it
Talk about my uprising and my shortcomings and
Let the beat drop on it
And for a minute you might decide to go blind to all of that vanity
And not just rapping and selling fantasies
I throw more light on humanity
And listen I'm a f*cking realist
And what I got is not a gift it's a calling
So any adversity I strive to find a remedy to it
Now mind who you compare to me
I try to reach out like Baba Fela Dem
Zenzile, Miriam Makeba Dem
It's a very long queue so I brought in just a few 2Baba Dem
So brother just preach
Prophesy whatever language and we'll be listening
So if you ask me why music sounds better with us Africans
I simply tell you it's melanin
Now who am I
The classes for the teachers
The mic, the pulpit for the preacher
Yeah I look cool but give me a beat and you'll see a f*cking reaper
I live a normal life like everybody else
But I never stop thinking there's a God inside this body, yes
The most underrated intellectual
Multi-talented individual
I'm incredible but I let them think my brain's dysfunctional
Just because I drink and smoke and hit the booth
And then I bounce on these verses
And then I split the hook and spit the truth
And then I cuss on these verses
No matter how many times this truth is said
Nobody gives a f*ck if it don't pay their taxes
Even Plato never told you Atlantis was a myth
But I don't get too comfortable trashing these facts as if it's filth
I am pain, I am gain
I am sleepless nights, heartaches and heartbreaks
I am the one you left in the rain
And the storm stormed and the sun burned but still I remain
I am the last of the dying breed
My kind is extinct so you can say I'm part of an endangered species
Now who am I
The mirror says it's a stone face but a glass heart that's cracked inside
And you get hurt if you step on the pieces of my broken mind
Who am I
Who am I
Question is, question is
Who am I
Yeah
The question is, the question is
A question is
Who am I
The question is, question is
Who am I
The question is, question is
Who am I
The question is, question is
Who am I
Who am I
Who am I
Who am I
Writer: Collins Nwudo
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid