Think I Am - Masta Ace, Dead Rabbit

«Who you think I am?»

Check, check, yeah

Look fam, you could be the man

Got young chicks moving mad grams on Peter Pan

I’m not blind, I can see the scam

You talk tough, but y’all a bunch of girls like the Cheetah band

I’m a leader and, you a follower

Your goal hollow and your ho was a swallower

She put it down like a report

But her box smell like South Street Seaport

What a odor black, in fact

When I got her in the sack jack boy I couldn’t hold her back

'Cause her bottom is, thick like a hippopotamus

Tramp stamp on her lower back

See I know the facts, the hoe filled me in

Her best friend is a twin named Lillian

I’m going really in, I’m really going in

Foul, I bust on that towel that you throwing in

«Who you think I am?»

«Who you think I am?»

I tried to holler outside when she was getting out her ride

Guess she must got that parking lot Alzheimer’s

'Cause now find us, cozy at the bar

Guess at that point she ain’t know she had a star

I can’t explain what might’ve got into her

'Cause now your conversation got friendlier

Seen me and ran with your devious plan

And thinking you gon' drink all them premium brands

It’s different when you ain’t got to hear no price

'Cause you was just Nurse Jackie with that Smirnoff Ice

Yeah I caught that, you and that short cat

Even saw the brush-off after he bought that

What the fuck, he ain’t make your drink quota?

And as for tricking, them days been over

Jedi mind tricks won’t work if you bring Yoda

Envisioning champagne?

Well shit think soda

«Who you think I am?»

«Who you think I am?»

Big up Ace, I’m glad I had a chance to flow with him

Just last summer me and my mans did a show with him

In Montreux, hit the stage, I’m like «Go get 'em»

Even had the soulless folks rocking with no rhythm

Marco Polo was on the wheels and on point

They did Jeep Ass Niguh, I’m like «That's the joint»

Some old school heads remember who was who

Brooklyn was in the house, even the newbies knew

Before the Masta left the stage from doing the do

Blew off the roof with a tribute to Guru

First time I met the brother felt like I knew him forever

Too clever, album dedicated to his mother

I thought of mine at the same time, we growing up

I know they proud of they baby boys, we blowing up

Only got one, won’t ever forget her

Make sure you let her know you love her when you with her, kiss her

«Who you think I am?»

«Who you think I am?»

«Who you think I am?»

«Who you think I am?»