Simply Amazin'
Blu & Exile Lyrics

(To all you talkin' all that bullshit)
Addressing those who are talking nonsense.

(Imma put it to you like this)
I'll explain it in a straightforward manner.

Ey yo I'm tryn'a make these niggas go bonkers
I aim to amaze and impress everyone.

From London to the youngest in Yonkers
From UK to the youngest individuals in Yonkers.

We So-Cal residential lyrical monsters
We are skilled lyricists from Southern California.

Gettin' women's attention like I'm rippin' a concert
Attracting women's attention as if I'm performing on stage.

So put your hands high 'til your arms hurt
Raise your hands and show your excitement.

I walk the earth just like God works in mysterious ways
I move through life with a sense of mystery, just like God's actions.

Your spirits swayed
Your emotions and mindset influenced

Every time my lyrics is played
Whenever my lyrics are heard

So please stop givin' these lyricists praise
Stop praising other lyricists

Cause they bluffin' while they bustin' with a serious face
They pretend to be serious while producing mediocre work

And it's unbearable
It's intolerable

These stereo-rap tracks are terrible
These mainstream rap songs are awful

I'm here to take care of you wack cats
I'm here to deal with mediocre rappers

And bury you back at
And put you back in your place

Wherever you came from
Returning you to your origin

I'm carryin' this game on my back 'til the pain's numb
I am taking responsibility for the rap game until the struggle is forgotten

And I be bustin' on fucks 'til I can't cum no longer
I continue to rap aggressively until I can't do it anymore

Losses, you gotta take some to grow stronger
Facing defeats is necessary for personal growth

I've conquered all you haters
I have defeated all my enemies and critics

Like a strong-armed dominator
Like a powerful and dominant force

Big dick tryn'a break a bit a' baby-mama maker
Confident individual trying to seduce women and father children

And ain't no time to take break
There's no time to take a rest

You gotta break the mold
You must break free from conformity

I'm from a place where cats are born to play the gansta roles
I come from a place where people are born to act tough

Like hittin' switches I was gettin' hit with switches
Like changing gears, I was getting physically punished

Until I switched positions
Until I changed my circumstances

Now I'm playin' when the game is on
Now I'm succeeding when the competition is tough

Y'all think y'all bangin' but y'all ain't as strong
You all believe you're impressive, but you're not as powerful as you think

My pop a thug
My father is a gangster

I'm a son of a blood with blue Gators on
I am the son of a gang member, flaunting blue alligator shoes

The record spinnin' his favorite songs
My father plays my music on his turntables

Now he's bangin' my shit on them same tables that he played 'em on nigga
Now he's playing my music on the same turntables he used before.

(Sing along with it, if you didn't hear it, you gonna hear it right now)
Join in and sing if you haven't heard it yet. You're about to hear it.

Cause yo hip hop
Because hip-hop music

It started out in the heart
It originated from deep emotions and passion

A young nigga from the park sharp-shootin' with darts
A talented young person from the neighborhood, delivering powerful lyrics

Harpoonin' cartoonists talkin' too much talk
Criticizing fake rappers who speak excessively

But walk a whole different stroll homeboy
But they live a completely different lifestyle, my friend

You get sparked by the guy right here?
You get impressed by the person standing right here?

I make y'all niggas see the light like a bright idea
I make you understand the truth, just like a brilliant idea

Heard you was lookin' for my weapon but my tongue's right here
I heard you were looking for a weapon, but my powerful words are my weapon

So you can act like a fool
So you can continue behaving foolishly

But y'all be done by noon off a' one light beer
But you all will be defeated easily

So yeah fuck my crew
So yeah, disregard my team

But let's get one thing clear
But let's understand one thing

Y'all can't keep up with us because your lungs ain't clear
You can't match our pace because you lack stamina

Y'all need a million-dollar budget and some punch lines here
You need a huge budget and better lines to compete

All your boy need is one right ear
All I need is one audience member who appreciates my music

And I could probably change the world
And maybe I can make a significant impact on the world

Fuck you sold-soul rappers
Disregard all the artists who prioritize money

After diamonds and pearls
After material possessions and luxury

Like you homo-rappers
Like those fake rappers

Y'all some go-go girls
You all are like dancers in a club

With your go-go gadgets
With your unnecessary gimmicks

Exposin' what you holdin' like your soul don't matter
Showing off material wealth while disregarding your true self

I got a 'go-go get it' mentality
I have a mindset of constantly striving for success

So battle me please
So, go ahead and challenge me

I just throw out some cheese and y'all'll go-go at it
I just offer some easy bait and you'll eagerly participate

Got you reachin' for your 4-4 'matic
Got you desperately grabbing your gun

While I stagger motherfuckers with darts
While I impress and defeat others with my lyrics

I got my mojo mastered
I have perfected my craft and skills

The game is full of 'homo's backwards
The music industry is filled with individuals who are fake or dishonest

Mo' ho's than rappers
There are more promiscuous individuals than genuine rappers

No flows but keep shows packed'er than us?
They don't have good lyrics but still manage to have successful shows more than us?

Fuck that we goin' platinum plus
We are determined to achieve platinum level success

And still ridin' on the back of the bus
And still facing discrimination and marginalization

Cause the bucks don't matter
Because the money is not the most important thing

(Turn it up, stop frontin', come on, turn it up)
Increase the volume, stop pretending, come on, turn it up

And from the start of this shit
Right from the beginning of this journey

I took a vow to never part with this shit
I made a promise to never abandon my passion for this music

I put my soul and all my heart in this shit
I have invested my essence and full dedication to this music

But in return I got burned like these rappers had my arteries lit
In return, I was deeply hurt and betrayed by these rappers

So now I'm spittin' fire darts when I'm pissed
Now, I'm delivering intense and aggressive lyrics when I'm angry

And you don't wanna see me angry cause I can't be calmed
And you don't want to witness my anger because it cannot be appeased

It's like you tryn'a take custody of my sound?
It's as if you're trying to claim ownership of my unique style

I'm the baby's mom
I'm the one who gave birth to this style

I been to court for this wack shit before
I have been criticized in the past for mediocre music

And had to file divorce you biters'd start payin' style-support
And had to separate from those who copied my style and make them acknowledge my influence

A child that don't smile no more
A child who lost their joy

I found the short cut in life
I found a quicker path to success

But I'd rather take my time out the door
But I prefer to take my time and leave at my own pace

Fuck a knife I'm pullin' texts out for war
I don't need a weapon, I use my words as ammunition in this battle

Cause I ain't good at cutting
Because I'm not skilled in causing physical harm

Fuck y'all 's what Exile's for
Forget about all of you, that's why Exile is here

See I'm the MC and he's the DJ
I am the rapper and he is the DJ

Manipulate the MP to translate what he say
Using the music player to convey the messages he wants to express

Catch me on the freeway
Find me on the highway

1-10 south 'til it ends at Bridgetown, USA
Taking the 1-10 south until reaching Bridgetown, USA

So roll with us where the gorillas hang
Come with us to where the tough individuals gather

Where the cold killas live
Where the fearless people reside

Where the gold diggas dig
Where the individuals seeking personal gain are found

Where you know niggas bang
Where you know people are involved in criminal activities

Cause the walls show the gangs when you pass 'em
Because the graffiti on walls reveals the presence of gangs

Where niggas stay blown like tires
Where people are constantly intoxicated

And these haters wanna slash 'em
And these haters want to harm them

Platinum chains? Trained'a snatch 'em
Expensive chains? They are keen to steal them

You flashin' in the Range?
You showing off in your luxury car?

You waitin' for accident to happen on purpose
Are you eagerly waiting for something bad to happen to you intentionally

Cadillac verses
Exceptionally high-quality lyrics

Sun-roofed diamond-back rap
Impressive and valuable rap music

That's the verdict nigga
That's the final judgement, my friend

(Always amazing)
(Consistently impressive)