I Am Jean - Blu & Exile/Exile
Check It Out Yo
Copacetic and I'm nice like my credit
Sweet as diabetics you can even call the medic
Fresh like a lettuce wrapped blunt
Wrapped in lettuce in rap(but hold up)
But hit them trees 'fore
You're dead it set it off like I'm off it
Talk on often So gone coughing I was so high
Calling on d**e like my hope died
Like I'm a nobody
Turned somebody with a word somebody heard
Young Bird Parker with the marker
I'd off a herb but the words will take you farther
Pure art martyr
Like if I wore my heart on
My sleeve I'd be darker than my father
Part author mom got the French side
I was this high French-kissing
When I was six like young John Goddard
Under trees soaking up the summer breeze writing love songs
Bout it at a doubt she'll ever read but f**k it
Like the english-lit subject
Passed with an A but ditched every grade after lunches
Usual suspect but what you expect
Can't say - grace chase lust and love less
I'm a poet Helpless romantic
Type to hold hands make plans
And quote stanzas Just so you can (tell me how nice I am)
I am Jean never repeat it love or leave it gotta be the one
Single digit numero un blooming out the
Garden of Egypt now river flow searching for the
Eighth wonder under water dance cooler than the
Ice pick a beat to rip right riper than a
Honey dew melon blessed be the memory of
Morning dew orange juice champagne toasted lampin'
Under shade under pray christ quoting
What ever happened to that good ol'
Now every day I get up focused on how to get more
Why can't it be so simple
Narrow Path pad and a pencil
Now everybody tryna get that pimp on
This is that pay my rent song
Used to be the emcee sitting on
Ya couch atcha' house tryna get on
F**k it I don't want a end of it
Game is so disgusting
Y'all don't even wanna discuss it Such such can suck it
I rep Hip-Hops but haven't sold the ethics
Etch-a-sketch a method get ghost before ya read it
Smoking on resin tryna keep it level headed
Digging for new records while petal-plucking destiny
Pressing up the message kept it from the press
Under stress but I guess it's a part of being successful B
Z told me that and the homie told me rap
Even though I don't match the image I gotta give it
Live it daily even when I'm with my lady
She be like"Blu you crazy turn that sh*t down
Play with me"
I save the beat and go do that
But before I do can I spew that
New rap I wrote for them new cats
To know I'm no joke like the G-O
Focus so GQ and d**e on the D-L though
No Hughley
Truly Blu be the gentleman women friends dissin'
Cause I'm spitting hymns back to church again
Yeah giving y'all the word until service ends
Word to Reverend Run
Dig the kendricks the choir and ushers
Still here like I love her
So mother-cas you can (tell me how nice)
I am Jean Jean Jean Jean Jean
