[Verse 1: Blu]
I'm dope like September 9th, midnight in a Y, I reflect
Gun to the head, before I close my eyes and eject
The stress I keep on my neck, and butcher beats
I chop like raw lead on these decks, techniques
Feels like I got my first piece yesterday
The way I can't stop cutting n***as like I'm Jenna Haze
Pen in hand, eager like I'm finna blaze
Big ba** banging out your speakers, feel the waves
Ocean deep [?] on the beats the flow is Jacques Cousteau on a boat
Let's roll no leash, free them on my youth
Used to preach now I'm seeking the truth
Cut my roots to reboot, feels good to be you
He said to himself, little note to your ego bro
You need some help, I was stealth 'fore the buzz bubble
Back in the days, now they done with me
'Til the press is back in my face but they can interview you
But don't get confused, you just like all the others
But there will never be another
[Hook: Blu]
Never be another.. some got juice, the other is more(?)
But don't be confused, there will never be another
[Verse 2: Blu]
I used to wonder if somebody will remember me as John
When the smoke clears and the hype's all gone
Get my throat clear 'fore the blunts start weighing in
And get my life right 'fore the money makes a difference
They think I got it now so they looking at me different
I'm just getting used to it, cause I'm bound to get digits
It was in my dad's wrist when he used it for pitchin' in the kitchen
With the [?], lil' ear twitching and my grand mama b**hing
I was minding my business, having fun just, finding my senses
Nowadays nothing makes sense, and stopped trying to make a difference
And appreciated life for what it is, listen
Guitar flip around the song that the humming birds
Whisper to me early this morn', they said..
[Hook: Blu]
Never be another.. some got juice, the other is more(?)
But don't be confused, there will never be another
[Verse 3: Blu]
Poetry that's a part of me, the heart of me jots
I rock beats to keep from artery clots
Straight up and down, I found an old scroll folded
In the pocket of my jacket that I wore the last time I saw me
Rap is not a hobby or a job or a sport, in short
It's 500 years, finally being free
Flying like a bird over sharks in the sea
Until I find me, this is how I spit