I’m The Man by Hakeem Shakur Lyrics
[Instrumental]
Yeah!
Mic check...
That’s how it’s goin’ down
[Verse 1: Hakeem Shakur]
Hakeem is back with the lyricism
Annihilatin’ ABC rappers wit’ no rhythm
Primitive-minded muthafuckas on the microphone
Must I dislocate your jawbone?
You really think you got it made?
Well then step up, and I’ll run that fade
Because you’re weak; you’re primitive
You got no rhythm; I’ll thot-slap the melatonin out your system
For you to see you’re in the presence of a master
My mind is like Flash; it only moves faster
Smarter than the average man
Now tell me who can do it better? No one can
Understand? Hakeem only gets bolder
I’ll ignite yo’ ass, like a flamethrower
‘Cuz I’m one of the best from the West
And a muthafucka betta not try to test
Yeah; with every step I take I cause earthquakes
With every breath I take, I make the waves fluctuate
I’m a walkin’ natural disaster
Like an avalanche; step in my path, I’ll smash ya
Roadkill for you culture vultures
Until I take my AR-15 and poach ya
Open season on you perpetrators
Starin’ into the eyes of danger
You can run, but you can’t hide
Because Hakeem is steady scopin’ on the passenger side
For the, first muthafucka who thinks I’m a joke
I’ll whoop yo’ ass so bad, I’ll leave ya cranium broke
What! Why you keep wussin’?
Either grow some nuts or keep it pushin’
Now you went out like a buster
Get a clue; Hakeem is the man, motherfucker
[Instrumental break]
I be’s the man, motherfucker
Yeah...comin’ for you bitch-made MCs one by one
Yeah, yeah...
[Outro]
They say it’s redundant to be black and sorry...
I’m unapologetic...so you played yourself like Atari
‘Cuz I’m like a maze...
Way too complex to crack...for all you bitch-made MCs out there
Who stay tryna flex
So tell me—who’s next on my list?
To get smacked the fuck up...with a flick of my wrist
Muthafuckas got me twisted! Like a Twizzler
That’s why I STAY lightin’ muthafuckas up
Leavin’ ‘em with blisters
So understand, wit’ me, ain’t no escape
And when I’m finished...you best bring the yellow tape
‘Cuz I was never a force to be reckoned with
That’s why I stay crackin’ skulls open like a locksmith
Hmph...so don’t test my nuts...
‘Cuz I stays an intellectual gangsta
Heh, heh...
And neurologically, I’ll whoop the shit out of any pranksta
And that’s real
Yeah...Hakeem Shakur...for the 1 9
And y’all know it’s mine
Shouts goes out...to everybody... that’s down witcha boy Hakeem
Yeah
Peace to Brookside Brooksy...Trey Woodz
Jalal Malik
J Herb
JC Young
Gotta say what up to Reneika
What up to the homie Berry
Yeah...
Gotta say what up to my homegirl Mai’lon
And you know I gotta take it aaall the muthafuckin’ way to the Inland Empire, and say what’s up to No Room For Us
Yeah, Darien Staxx...Connor Reed...Queen Si’raja
Yeah...Oh Gosh Lee Otis...peace homie!
Yeah, Cam Archer...
And you know I gotta take it back to LA
And say what up to Miss Nay muthafuckin’ Stacks
And the homie Crease
And anybody I forgot...I’ll get you on the next track
Peace...and I’m outta here
Yeah!
Mic check...
That’s how it’s goin’ down
[Verse 1: Hakeem Shakur]
Hakeem is back with the lyricism
Annihilatin’ ABC rappers wit’ no rhythm
Primitive-minded muthafuckas on the microphone
Must I dislocate your jawbone?
You really think you got it made?
Well then step up, and I’ll run that fade
Because you’re weak; you’re primitive
You got no rhythm; I’ll thot-slap the melatonin out your system
For you to see you’re in the presence of a master
My mind is like Flash; it only moves faster
Smarter than the average man
Now tell me who can do it better? No one can
Understand? Hakeem only gets bolder
I’ll ignite yo’ ass, like a flamethrower
‘Cuz I’m one of the best from the West
And a muthafucka betta not try to test
Yeah; with every step I take I cause earthquakes
With every breath I take, I make the waves fluctuate
I’m a walkin’ natural disaster
Like an avalanche; step in my path, I’ll smash ya
Roadkill for you culture vultures
Until I take my AR-15 and poach ya
Open season on you perpetrators
Starin’ into the eyes of danger
You can run, but you can’t hide
Because Hakeem is steady scopin’ on the passenger side
For the, first muthafucka who thinks I’m a joke
I’ll whoop yo’ ass so bad, I’ll leave ya cranium broke
What! Why you keep wussin’?
Either grow some nuts or keep it pushin’
Now you went out like a buster
Get a clue; Hakeem is the man, motherfucker
[Instrumental break]
I be’s the man, motherfucker
Yeah...comin’ for you bitch-made MCs one by one
Yeah, yeah...
[Outro]
They say it’s redundant to be black and sorry...
I’m unapologetic...so you played yourself like Atari
‘Cuz I’m like a maze...
Way too complex to crack...for all you bitch-made MCs out there
Who stay tryna flex
So tell me—who’s next on my list?
To get smacked the fuck up...with a flick of my wrist
Muthafuckas got me twisted! Like a Twizzler
That’s why I STAY lightin’ muthafuckas up
Leavin’ ‘em with blisters
So understand, wit’ me, ain’t no escape
And when I’m finished...you best bring the yellow tape
‘Cuz I was never a force to be reckoned with
That’s why I stay crackin’ skulls open like a locksmith
Hmph...so don’t test my nuts...
‘Cuz I stays an intellectual gangsta
Heh, heh...
And neurologically, I’ll whoop the shit out of any pranksta
And that’s real
Yeah...Hakeem Shakur...for the 1 9
And y’all know it’s mine
Shouts goes out...to everybody... that’s down witcha boy Hakeem
Yeah
Peace to Brookside Brooksy...Trey Woodz
Jalal Malik
J Herb
JC Young
Gotta say what up to Reneika
What up to the homie Berry
Yeah...
Gotta say what up to my homegirl Mai’lon
And you know I gotta take it aaall the muthafuckin’ way to the Inland Empire, and say what’s up to No Room For Us
Yeah, Darien Staxx...Connor Reed...Queen Si’raja
Yeah...Oh Gosh Lee Otis...peace homie!
Yeah, Cam Archer...
And you know I gotta take it back to LA
And say what up to Miss Nay muthafuckin’ Stacks
And the homie Crease
And anybody I forgot...I’ll get you on the next track
Peace...and I’m outta here