Albert Forsberg - Who I be?! (ft. Ayesha Quraishi) lyrics

(Pre Hook) I don´t scribble down these lyrics Lyrics scribble down me I´m not laying down these beats Beats they´re laying down me When I open up my mouth people say please I don´t call myself a rapper Rappers call themselves me (Hook) Now, who I be? (That's that Milkboy) Hell yeah it's all me (Whip it til it's cream boy) Both on rap and on keys (That's that Milkboy) Providing that D (Whip it til it's cream boy) Still I'm sippin olde (Vers) Who the f** gets down Yeah, who the f** gets down For the verbs and the nouns If you're deaf let this sound hit your chest, bootys hit the ground B - B - B - Bounce Let me cover the ground of the basics Take you back to the core of the matrix They brought you knew kinky, welcome to the grove there's more to it then latex Bounce From a brick to an ounce To a clip for the rounds If you look then you'll find That most people out here so very able but still lack a dime Now gather around See people embark on red pill Truth is that I feel most comfortable listning to Amityville while I'm reading the the news bout the capital hill I can k** more then verses but you know I will The nicest, a pacifist still Pharmacies need to refill Prez should get a new town with a new house, on a new hill (Pre Hook) I don´t scribble down these lyrics Lyrics scribble down me I´m not laying down these beats Beats they´re laying down me When I open up my mouth people say please I don´t call myself a rapper Rappers call themselves me (Hook) Now, who I be? (That's that Milkboy) Hell yeah it's all me (Whip it til it's cream boy) Both on rap and on keys (That's that Milkboy) Providing that D (Whip it til it's cream boy) Still I'm sippin olde (Vers) They tell me great minds think alike Tell me what do you think? If you minimise the words you don't write are you a shrink? You say I´m brainwashed I agree I got a spotless mind Call me John Malkovich I´m in it working hard on that shine Plus this grind gives me a feeling that it´s all intertwined I swipe my card time after time and boy it´s never declined If you think you paper is the game then hold up There´s rocks and scissors to, my hands are tied boy throw em up These b**hes, b**hes frontin in the booth thinking it makes them desirable No two wrongs don´t make a right, two lies won´t make you reliable If the truth hurts hit the blue pill maybe turn to the Bible Let´s fight without rifles like MK Ultra ran their disciples, right? (Pre Hook) I don´t scribble down these lyrics Lyrics scribble down me I´m not laying down these beats Beats they´re laying down me When I open up my mouth people say please I don´t call myself a rapper Rappers call themselves me (Hook) Now, who I be? (That's that Milkboy) Hell yeah it's all me (Whip it til it's cream boy) Both on rap and on keys (That's that Milkboy) Providing that D (Whip it til it's cream boy) Still I'm sippin olde