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ICEBERG - Who Am I (Not...)
 Complimentary "Who Am I (Not...)" Ringtone 
Album: Untitled (2004)
[Verse 1:]
Sittin' here up in my room/ Plannin' on how I'ma bring my enemies to
they doom/ Straight from the gutter bring heat melt you down like
butter/ What you ain't heard right man I ain't stutter / I excercise my
rights to carry a piece on my waist/ But you keep talking shit I'm gonna
give you a taste / Of things to come I tear up mixtape rappers from
around the way/ Write rhymes from the heart no weakness you won't figure
the way / To beat me I'm unstoppable undefeated record of 21 and 0/ All
I do is speed up and I ain't fixing to go slow / Whoa!! Stop right there
while I examine your body/ Damn babygirl you fine as hell rock that body
hottie/ Got the girls digits then she jump in coupe's passenger seat/
Then she dove head first and ain't come up to breathe / And I'm spitting
for fun but I'm always spitting that acid/ I'ma end your career and I'ma
make you crash it /
[Hook:]
I ain't got no real hook written for this track/
So I'm just rappin' to the beat and ab-libbin' in the back/
[Verse 2:]
This is the start of verse 2 and I'm gonna keep on bringing it fresh/
Broadcasting to these mu'fuckas live in the flesh / I'm from the gutter
from inside the beast right from his belly/ God damned right I'M NUMBER
1 but the name ain't Nelly / And to the industry of hip-hop it's like
I'm really heaven sent/ You can find me in the club ain't a wanksta and
I ain't 50 cent / you can't deny it I'm a fuckin' ridah you can't fuck
with this/ So holla back young'n (woo woo) but it's Ice not Fabolous /
So I'ma take my flow and just pump it up/ I'm focused not like Budden
but like Pac I'ma hit'em up / Ride on my enemies like I ride for my
hood/ I moved out a while ago but I let'em know it's all good / I grew
up around gangstas who do not fuck around/ Pulling a Roy Jones we the
best pound for pound / So I'ma keep it summer like keep bringing that
fire/ Ain't Kanye West but if I was I'd spit my soul through the wire /
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Now that I'm finished with verse two and now I'm comin' on verse three/
And it's hatin' on the bastards who've wanted to curse me / Punk bitches
hate cuz you ain't got shit/ And then you get shit and they hate cuz you
got shit / Trying to bring me down keeping me from taking off/ You the
monkey on my shoulders but I'm shaking you off / It's like making the
band two diddy style without waiting in line/ When I jump into your
flesh and I pull out your spine / With a mic in my hand I'ma take it to
the past/ But I'm back to the future making the mack blast / On you
bustas who turned your back on me and you know who you are/ Give it to
your family don't wanna hear that I'm taking it too far / But you know
what the sad thing is about it?/ I thought ya'll had good and big hearts
and now I know to doubt it/ Cuz all I'm gonna say right now FUCK YOU and
you know who you are/ And for the record I can't make any sense out of
this last bar/
[Hook]
Thanks to Eddie Lujan (prophecy101@tmail.com) for these lyrics
Complimentary "Who Am I (Not...)" Ringtone
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