Artist: Jesse Abraham Album: I Am Water Song: I Ain't Shit - I'm the Shit Typed by: JesseAbraham212@gmail.com [Verse 1] I find it odd That I've been awed Ahhh shit By and large It's a timeless wit that I rhyme with I'm involved with a mindless grind that a firing squad could define as a crisis When the mic is on minus papyrus I am your highness, I am God Wait that's pious, I am wrong Try and define this virus, my that's hard What virus? Microsoft? I'm on when I'm off It's a blanket wrapped like I'm Linus, dog Peanuts is a childish style You could file these nuts under bison balls slash Tyson's arm I'm a make you dash like a hyphen When I write a song, go [Hook] Jaybrah Jaybrah spit that shit Show them who they messin with Who you think you are, who you, who you think you are? I ain't shit Who you think you are, who you, who you think you are? I'm the shit Jaybrah Jaybrah spit that shit Show them who they messin with Say whatchu wanna say Act how you wanna act Play how you wanna play Rap how you wanna rap [Verse 2] Think I expect to get props? It's not a total shock Not like I'm rockin dreadlocks and drinkin soda pop I mean I'm kinda legit I ain't just tryin to fit I deserve it It's fair, right? No it's not No guaranteeing survival Most of y'all just feel entitled Emcees that I know just like rhyming They would wave a title Diss your disciples' idols I will become unbridled and rival Anyone who spits shit that's recycled at their concert, show, recital I'm blessed to have a mic Lucky stars, satellites Fucking starved, appetite I'm hungry so I sacrifice my down time Afterlife? Yeah now's mine Hermaphrodites can't even dream to please themselves like how I'm Smiling when I'm rhymin I'm a giant and it's chow time Frying up a lion throwin down a pound of Ballantine's Now it's mine (psyche) I made ya look Underground? Musta made your luck Underground like a miner with a major, look [Hook] Jaybrah Jaybrah spit that shit Show them who they messin with Who you think you are, who you, who you think you are? I ain't shit Who you think you are, who you, who you think you are? I'm the shit Jaybrah Jaybrah spit that shit Show them who they messin with Say whatchu wanna say Act how you wanna act Play how you wanna play Rap how you wanna rap [Verse 3] It's type strange That anybody listens I'm forever grateful for a moment of your attention I'm sittin on the subway It's my train of thought A token of my appreciation is all you really bought When you copped a song or somethin Or sung along or somethin Or told me years ago, "Jesse man you're onto somethin" I'm buzzin? You're buggin Just cuz your cousin's husband liked my album don't mean nothin Maybe it does? It doesn't That ain't the voice of haters Y'all go ahead with that You're braggin bout your haters like it's an impressive stat Man you ain't bein hated cuz you're innovative, Jack If you get so much hate Maybe your shit's just wack That's not about a artist It's bout livin a life The show starter Bob Barker, tell em, how's that price? The price is wrong, bitch This ain't a free show It's a freak show Now sing along, it's [Hook] Jaybrah Jaybrah spit that shit Show them who they messin with Who you think you are, who you, who you think you are? I ain't shit Who you think you are, who you, who you think you are? I'm the shit Jaybrah Jaybrah spit that shit Show them who they messin with Say whatchu wanna say Act how you wanna act Play how you wanna play Rap how you wanna rap