[Verse: SamSpacely]
(Who is it? Of course it's...)
Who is it? Of course it's...
SamSpacely. That n***a's in orbit
I got something important
Walking you towards it
Distortion been ignored, but my body's enormous
I try to put in more, but still nobody endorses
(Who is it? Of course it's...)
So I been forced to get it right
Forced to realize that I've arrived in a hidden life
Nobody tries to hide because the highest sees all in sight
And every time I grind, I gotta fight it with all my might
You know what that life is like?
Cause ain't nobody gonna do it for ya
So hustle like a foreigner on a California corner, I am sort of
A connoisseur of what is sure to make a mark
I'm making art, and if you're not
It's time to start to play your part
(Who is it? Of course it's...)
Cause deep inside of me, but not no sodomy
Where my energy is, there resides a n***a's ingenious
Within my genus, begins my species, it's beastly
Don't piece me, together like the Beastie's
I'm not a conglomerate
Who cares where my father is?
Dogg, I made it on honors list
And now I'm the hottest sh**, you get the gist
Of what the verb say, just let the word play
Relax your synapses and revamp your worst day
(Who is it? Of course it's...)
I'm so serious, dogg
The dope-lyricist-god
Is Nigerian, damn! Am I hearing him?
His criterion, is on levels above ours
The medal on his shirt is when he revels upon stars
But how you know I wrote the verse?
Because I strike like lightening; my flow could open Earth
I'm Mike Tyson; I just fight to go to work
And I might slice them, and then lie for what it's worth
But that's a story for another day
Today I'll keep it cordial, and be the man my mother raised
Aye!