B.A.H.A. - Who Am I

"Who's this?"
Like you really give a shit
Just sit back and enjoy to what you're listening
Cause I'm a brilliant, anonymous, humble artist
So stop worrying cause, boy, I got this
You're not a doctor, but you say I'm sick
Cause when you first hear me spit, you shit out bricks
Literally, check my writing history
And see I've become a better person, lyrically
But, I'm not the type to boast
I don't talk about my talents. I let them show
So nothing you say can bring me down
Cause at least one time, you played this sound
You showed your friends and words got around
I spit words like wildfire. I got no bounds
These mothafuckers keep telling you that ain't true
But I keep super Saiyan like I was Goku
If you don't understand the reference, it's a cartoon
If you don't hear my shit, well I'll fart soon
Like George Clooney, I'm Up in the Air
You'll recognize my name and then you'll cheer

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Don't wear it out cause that's my name
With every chant, I'm a step closer to fame
Because of the internet, I've realized
How to awaken my love from these cursed lies
Just go to camp being all childish
That man's on top of my favorite list
Inspiration shit. He's pretty much amazing
Look at my eyes and you'll see I'm star gazing
No telescope cause I'm standing on the moon
Getting near to be part of a constellation soon
I was born in the city where stars are made
But I was made better being from where I was raised
In the NWA from the A R K
So I'll always be in my natural state
So naturally, you'll see me doing me
Like you caught me in the bathroom, masturbating
I say stupid shit, but my ass is smart
You say I'm not a genius, but I can play the part
So don't skip over me cause I'm right on time
To deliver my lines with my name on the signs

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I'm beginning to realize why you're pissed
Cause my mind's not even a little bit limitless
Can you imagine me if I took that pill?
Is there a word that means sicker than ill?
It's so good. I think I perfected this shit
Cause I got OCD so I'm a perfectionist
But I have fun with it, so I don't get stressed
I'm just running around so call me childish
It fits cause I really am immature
Don't believe me? Did you even hear my words?
Well, that's my bad
It's probably cause I was going too fast
And I have the tendency to mumble a bit
But that's only because I'm a shy, humble kid
With the shitty speech and low confidence
Who would've thought I was a good lyricist
Just a person like you, a bag of flesh
Trying to become legendary like Gilgamesh
And I know you guys don't really give a damn
But sooner or later, you'll know who I am

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Written by:
Bryant Herrera

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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