i am lyrics – obie trice

i am

[obie trice]
yo, yo i been wreckin shop since i can hardly remember
then i pick n*gg*z off they axe, yell “timberrrrrr!”
obie trice the big lip slim n*gg*
i got the antidote that’ll heat the f*ckin winter
i’m too nice for mc’s to wanna fight with this
i’m more like christ when i recite my sh*t
so come and (meet joe black), cause i’m the voice that you hear
when you’re havin a heart attack and i appear
obie trice the ill n*gg*, hilfiger
polo, girbaud, boost out the sto’s
catch n*gg*z on the avenue (who need clothes?!)
code name lenny; n*gg* give me a penny
penetrate your p*ssy girl, when i’m tipsy
don’t be scared, when the biscuit’s in your lights
and i c*ck back to cause death on site
sh*t, i’m like iron mike when that n*gg* first appeared
i’m like michael jordan at the prime of his career
i’m like nasty nas down (memory lane)
(sittin in da park) after dark slingin my ‘caine
i’m obie trice
yo, i’m obie trice

[chorus: scratched samples by dj grouch]
“y-y-y’all, y’all know the name!”
“one in a mil'” – “got it made”
“clever with rhymes, it’s like whatever with mines”
“represent, by all means”
“let your mans know”
“i am” – “obie trice, brings terror”
“strapped with the heat”
“mr. trice, dopest n*gg*”

[obie trice]
yo, yo i done travelled the world, f*ck physical
but through soundwaves with my name engraved in cortex cere-bre-als
cross the planet, n*gg*z took obie trice for granted
but managed to think twice, when a slug landed
hand it to obie, he’ll f*ck some’n up!
that sh*t follow me since i been breakin tonka trucks
and cause i rap now, you think that you trap
can’t remind me of that plow from way back
i come equipped with lyrics that *ssist n*gg*z in depth
o-vorkian, at the f*ckin sickly’s request
i leave a mess, and take slim shady’s advice
c*ck, a wig and high heels and rupaul for life
obie motherf*ckin trice

[chorus w/ minor variations]

[obie trice]
i’m fat, i’ll never lose that like subway jared
i keep killin n*gg*z from the, sh*t that you’re hearin
and while i’m at my hearin, sh*t i just grim the judge
roll my eyes ’til the debt don’t budge
and bounce when a b*tch pr*nounce, not guilty
been filthy, f*ckin sl*ts ’til nuts empty
ugly b*tches tempt me, run it
i take ’em old school with the c-section slits down her stomach
most people might vomit
gimme stretch marks and cigarette burns, i pay homage boo
y’all hoes need love too
i’d rather f*ck you, while the boys scream (f*ck you!!)

[chorus w/ minor variations & extra scratches]

/ obie trice lyrics