I'm Not You
Clipse"I'm Not You" is a song by Clipse, released in 2002 in the Pop genre. The song is 4:01 long and contains 152 lines and 854 words.
Lyrics
0:00No no no
0:02I told you
0:06I live this s**t
0:07Echoing
0:09I ain't just up here
0:11Rappin and tappin
0:13Spittin and skittin and s**t
0:15Naw
0:16Uh uhh
0:17Not me
0:20I'm not you
0:21I'm not you rapper
0:24I'm not you
0:27Pusha
0:28Pusha T
0:29I keep that ziploc bustin at the stitches
0:32Culinary chemist
0:33I serve the malicious
0:34To break the fiends fixes
0:36One give you the sniffles
0:37The other
0:38Leave you with the itches
0:39Transport airport with the vaseline
0:42So I can
0:43Fulfill my dreams of pastures that's green
0:45More cash then ya seen
0:47With an Aston
0:48It's green
0:49Me drivin up fast with the lean
0:51Zonin family
0:52Keep youngins in them rented Camrys
0:54Door panels full of s**t and I ain't full of s**t
0:56Reckless a*s
0:57God forbid they don't crash
0:59From the panel to the dash
1:00Its four pounds of slab
1:01Nah b***h we don't believe in air bags
1:04Cars turn tricks like them Ringling brother skits
1:06Whether b***h hop out
1:08Or the glock pop out
1:09Ya know what I'm about
1:10Blow to ya sinus 'til the snot drop out
1:11Jadakiss overlapping Pusha T's last line
1:12Whoever said birds fly south for the winters a d**n lie
1:14Got em right here
1:15And if I don't like you the grams high
1:17Take it or leave it
1:18Soon as a fiend taste it they need it
1:19They could smoke it right in front of you to make you believe it
1:22Prolly think I won't murder you the way I smile
1:25But I'ma take alotta shots
1:26A
1:26I style
1:27Jada
1:28The name is filthy
1:29But so what
1:30The motherf**kin game is filthy
1:32You know what
1:32My mom and my pops really did a good job
1:35But it was the Montega
1:36And the Cane the built me so I
1:38Could never hate on another brother
1:40God is great
1:41The devil is a motherf**ker
1:43When you broke but they think you got money
1:45Crackers start showin you love
1:46Ya own people act funny
1:48I tear n***as heads off
1:50I don't discriminate
1:51Waves
1:51Cornrows
1:52Or dreads
1:52I will eliminate
1:53Roscoe P
1:54Coldchain
1:54I'm far from a noodle n***a
1:55I stab up block reps
1:56And turn quiet streets into hot s*x
1:58N***a that's funny you say you a killa how
2:00What is it the return of the killer clown
2:02You don't put no fear in my heart
2:04I make ya people say wow that didn't look like my man
2:06They flipped upside down
2:07The coroner did what he can
2:09He got hit wit ten rounds
2:11At pointblank
2:11And pointblank
2:12Coldchian left that n***a stankin
2:14Half static and face I got the wrinkling
2:15Slugs all in it
2:17I had my eyes on his mink and
2:18I didn't give em a chance to blink when
2:20I dodged up on em
2:21Pressed the forty up on him shocked em
2:22Made his head stand on end and like a baby I rocked em
2:25The Coffin the cradle
2:26You can't bite the hand that made you
2:27That's the beginning of the end
2:29And you a thug that pretends
2:30Carl Coldchain
2:31Suit the n***a
2:32I got a great vision I see through men
2:33And squeeze triggers wit bullets that go through men
2:38Styles P
2:41F**k wit S
2:41P that's ya date with death
2:43Got bullets that'll grape ya chest
2:45No sleep like I hate the rest
2:47I'm in the hood like its my fate to rep
2:49I hold it down
2:49Any place I step
2:51And I love gettin slept on
2:53Cuz I'm rawer than d**e fresh outta Africa that never been stepped on
2:56Dog
2:57I'ma clap at you the minute that you rep wrong
2:59Holiday the ghost the main reason why ya set gone
3:01Why I love riffin the war you wouldn't understand
3:04Cuz my God is different than yours
3:06If the world spin in a circle I wanted men to move backwards
3:09Kill n***as the first minute they jerk you
3:12What you keep the toaster for
3:13Creepin through the hood and
3:14S**t ain't really good
3:15But I'm deeper than the ocean floor
3:17Higher than a plane and meaner than a baller
3:19Want ya insides out so I mean it when
3:21Malice
3:22Rappers is talking to me as if
3:23Come on
3:24We in the same boat I tell them quick no I move Coke
3:27Uh uhh
3:28And you and I don't share no common bond
3:30So forgive me if I don't recieve you with open arms
3:32No
3:33It shames me to no end
3:34To feed poison to those who could very well be my kin
3:37Uh huh
3:38But where there's demand
3:39Someone will supply
3:40So I feed them their needs at the same time cry
3:43Yes it pains me to see them need this
3:46All of them lost souls and I'm their Jesus
3:48Deepest regret and sympathy to the street
3:50I see no pity for they fix when they kids couldn't eat
3:53So sorry
3:53And with this in mind
3:55I still didn't quit
3:56And that's how I know
3:57That I ain't s**t
3:58I ain't s**t
3:59My heart bleed but that's aside from the fact
4:01I live for my kids and theirs and them youngins after that
No no no I told you I live this s**t Echoing I ain't just up here Rappin and tappin Spittin and skittin and s**t Naw Uh uhh Not me I'm not you I'm not you rapper I'm not you Pusha Pusha T I keep that ziploc bustin at the stitches Culinary chemist I serve the malicious To break the fiends fixes One give you the sniffles The other Leave you with the itches Transport airport with the vaseline So I can Fulfill my dreams of pastures that's green More cash then ya seen With an Aston It's green Me drivin up fast with the lean Zonin family Keep youngins in them rented Camrys Door panels full of s**t and I ain't full of s**t Reckless a*s God forbid they don't crash From the panel to the dash Its four pounds of slab Nah b***h we don't believe in air bags Cars turn tricks like them Ringling brother skits Whether b***h hop out Or the glock pop out Ya know what I'm about Blow to ya sinus 'til the snot drop out Jadakiss overlapping Pusha T's last line Whoever said birds fly south for the winters a d**n lie Got em right here And if I don't like you the grams high Take it or leave it Soon as a fiend taste it they need it They could smoke it right in front of you to make you believe it Prolly think I won't murder you the way I smile But I'ma take alotta shots A I style Jada The name is filthy But so what The motherf**kin game is filthy You know what My mom and my pops really did a good job But it was the Montega And the Cane the built me so I Could never hate on another brother God is great The devil is a motherf**ker When you broke but they think you got money Crackers start showin you love Ya own people act funny I tear n***as heads off I don't discriminate Waves Cornrows Or dreads I will eliminate Roscoe P Coldchain I'm far from a noodle n***a I stab up block reps And turn quiet streets into hot s*x N***a that's funny you say you a killa how What is it the return of the killer clown You don't put no fear in my heart I make ya people say wow that didn't look like my man They flipped upside down The coroner did what he can He got hit wit ten rounds At pointblank And pointblank Coldchian left that n***a stankin Half static and face I got the wrinkling Slugs all in it I had my eyes on his mink and I didn't give em a chance to blink when I dodged up on em Pressed the forty up on him shocked em Made his head stand on end and like a baby I rocked em The Coffin the cradle You can't bite the hand that made you That's the beginning of the end And you a thug that pretends Carl Coldchain Suit the n***a I got a great vision I see through men And squeeze triggers wit bullets that go through men Styles P F**k wit S P that's ya date with death Got bullets that'll grape ya chest No sleep like I hate the rest I'm in the hood like its my fate to rep I hold it down Any place I step And I love gettin slept on Cuz I'm rawer than d**e fresh outta Africa that never been stepped on Dog I'ma clap at you the minute that you rep wrong Holiday the ghost the main reason why ya set gone Why I love riffin the war you wouldn't understand Cuz my God is different than yours If the world spin in a circle I wanted men to move backwards Kill n***as the first minute they jerk you What you keep the toaster for Creepin through the hood and S**t ain't really good But I'm deeper than the ocean floor Higher than a plane and meaner than a baller Want ya insides out so I mean it when Malice Rappers is talking to me as if Come on We in the same boat I tell them quick no I move Coke Uh uhh And you and I don't share no common bond So forgive me if I don't recieve you with open arms No It shames me to no end To feed poison to those who could very well be my kin Uh huh But where there's demand Someone will supply So I feed them their needs at the same time cry Yes it pains me to see them need this All of them lost souls and I'm their Jesus Deepest regret and sympathy to the street I see no pity for they fix when they kids couldn't eat So sorry And with this in mind I still didn't quit And that's how I know That I ain't s**t I ain't s**t My heart bleed but that's aside from the fact I live for my kids and theirs and them youngins after that
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