I Am What I Am Songtext
von Chubb Rock

Thou shall not have no other great one but me
Transcribing my lyrics is the C-H-U-B
The lyrics that you hear is not his but mine
While Biblical words don′t need to rhyme
I said let there be light, and there was light
And the breeze type fresh like that kid who made "Aight"
But men took mad dominion over men
Hard bondage with backs and knees that must bend
But only in prayer, I make your head need Ibuprof-bayer
Call me the number one player (but heeeey)
But when Pharaohs parlayed
In the land of Egypt when that slave ship behav-ed
Bithiah drew me from the Nile to smile on the people
After me there will be a sequel
And now praise my name in the jam
Call me what you want, but I am what I am


I live in the souls of men and women
And pilgrims and children who wiggle to the rhythm (just go)
The people have corrupted themselves
They tote the devil smoke, puffing the L's (I′ll send)
My only son down to bless you
And observe how you know him and that will test you
Years of sufferation will burn the nation
With adultery, skirt chasing and crotch blazing
You never learn, look how many times I killed ya
I burnt ya, I drowned ya, I froze ya
I stripped your land and destroyed your culture
Next time you better give me some
R-E-S-P-E, now won't ya
But I love ya, I invented AIDS
But also invented the rubber, each one teach one brother
Take my name in vain and you're gone like damn
Call me what you want but I am what I am

Now you got light skin, dark skin, East coast, West coast
Old school, new school, dumb ass fools
One land, one people, I am the one figure
You disobeyed so I made the word nigga
You can change the diction, but can′t change what I′m writing
I script those Pulitzer books for that kid Michael Crichton
Like chu-chu-chu, I am the high-hat, I am the M-I-C
I am Easy Mo Bee and Easy Mo is me
He gets down when I want him to get down
I put the heights in the crown, I wrote the Dead Sea Scrolls
I'm Strictly Business, I made Eric and Parrish go gold
My crew is tan, darker than tan, I made the Ku Klux Klan
I made Rush Death but able to jam I′m flam
And I'm intricate, you must and should be a fan
And I am what I am


The praise of the Goodfella is long past done
De Niro′s on actor uncute toting the gun, action!
.45 Colt bolt, it gets messy then
Copycat murders flow to Joe Schmo Pesci
Then the ladies sex to the break of dawn and
Another Quaalude and she'll love me in the morning
Fast-paced Scarface, you can′t win God's race
When you spark you know it's off and you′re in God′s place (baby)
Cock up your foot and you act crazy
Every distinguished gentleman wants a lady
You can't buck when you want to play real life poker
When you′re down and out in Beverly Hills with Oprah
Mi vida loca, and then it turns to weed smokers
And you're dead, dealing with them kids from Costa Nostra
But no autographs, you must already be a fan
I am what I am and that′s all that I am