Who Am I?
Mykill Miers Lyrics
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It's Myke Miers
The Hitchcock of Hip Hop
We bout to get down and dirty right here
Carson
[ VERSE 1 ]
My chrome be my chaperone wherever I roam
Rat-tat-tat and you're gone is how it be
See, rappin is all in my blood, inside of me
If you're steppin with a weapon, there's a 50/50 chance
If you live, you'll be pissin in your pants
If you die, you'll be chillin in a casket wearin a tuxedo
Labels fuck you, but they can't fuck me though
Stricly m.d., this Ill Boogie dog
Been seein things different since I been 20, y'all
Serve any of y'all that they put in front of me
See they harden till I step up, then they run from me
Cause Myke Miers is much more than a man
Part machine with a mic attached to my hand
It's like Schwarzenegger when he was the Terminator
My mic is a A.K. loaded with words to spray ya
But yo
[ CHORUS ]
(Who am I?) I'm the illest nigga alive
(It's do or die) The motto that I live by
(It's suicide) Testin me line for line
(So who am I?) The one and only Myke Miers (2x)
[ VERSE 2 ]
I'm the bearer of bad news, I'm here to smash crews
Myke Miers got mo' nuts than cashews
You suck like vacumes, and your crew's wack too
After gettin served on the mic you might get smacked too
I dust off men often like Hofmann
Puttin trash niggas to sleep in coffins
You're lost in the shuffle with no way to step out
Can't take the heat in the kitchen, then you get the heck out
As the world turns, there's a nother lesson to learn
My style is too hot, so I bet you get burned
If I let you get a turn, will you bust tight?
I noticed the way you been peepin my style, you must bite
Touch Myke? Never that
You gotta come a little better and fresher than that
Sever your back, take out your spine, now you're spineless
Rhymeless, cause Myke Mier's music's timeless
Yo
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 3 ]
Yo, a lotta cats want to take my crown
We can go style for style, so place your bets down
Put your Tec down, then your Moët down
Hope you came to splash, cause you're bout to get wet, clown
Not the first to put it down, but I left a mark
Where others fell to the wayside, I got you sparked
But now I took a little hiatus
And niggas want to press they shit up, be claim that they the greatest
But the spot is mine, I got it signed at the dotted line
A lot of MC's got lyrics, but ain't none as hot as mine
Cats like me paved the way so you could shine
You didn't think I was gon' come back and take what's mine?
I'ma make y'all pay for the dues I paid
Ain't enough graveyards for the crews I slayed
So it's you I slay, Mykill Miers don't play
Declare to crown the Underground King of L.A.
[ CHORUS ]
It goes down like that
If you know who I am
Bet you know now
It's Ill Boogie
The song "Who am I" by Mykill Miers is an epic representation of the rapper's talent and skill. The song starts with a boastful introduction by the rapper. The song's first verse mentions how Mykill Miers can defend himself with his chrome, suggesting that he is equipped and always prepared to deal with anything that comes his way. He then states that he's more than a man and possesses an element of a machine, which means he equates himself with a Terminator-like force.
Mykill Miers establishes himself as the "Underground King of L.A." in the song's second verse. He confronts and challenges anyone who stands in his way, and he emphasizes how his music is timeless. He then suggests that his competitors do not have the lyrical prowess to challenge him. The third verse is a direct challenge to his opponents, daring both old and new rappers who want to claim the throne as the best. He confirms that he has paid his dues and is ready to claim his rightful position as the king of the underground rap scene.
Line by Line Meaning
My chrome be my chaperone wherever I roam
I always carry my gun and it's my protection.
If you want to test then it's on, I spotted your dome
If you want to start a fight, I'm ready for it and I'm not afraid to shoot.
Rat-tat-tat and you're gone is how it be
Once I start shooting, that's the end of it.
See, rappin is all in my blood, inside of me
Rapping is my passion.
If you're steppin with a weapon, there's a 50/50 chance, If you live, you'll be pissin in your pants
If someone comes at me with a weapon, there's a chance they will either be scared or killed.
If you die, you'll be chillin in a casket wearin a tuxedo
If someone comes at me with a weapon, there's a high chance they will die and be buried in formal clothing.
Labels fuck you, but they can't fuck me though
Record labels may not like me, but their decisions don't affect me.
Stricly m.d., this Ill Boogie dog
My style is strictly Mykill Miers and it's unique.
Been seein things different since I been 20, y'all
I have changed since I turned 20 and it has affected my music.
Cause Myke Miers is much more than a man
I am more than just a person.
Part machine with a mic attached to my hand
I am a machine when it comes to my music.
It's like Schwarzenegger when he was the Terminator
I am unstoppable like Arnold Schwarzenegger in the role of the Terminator.
My mic is a A.K. loaded with words to spray ya
My microphone is like a weapon loaded with lyrics that I can use to attack.
(Who am I?) I'm the illest nigga alive
I am the best rapper.
(It's do or die) The motto that I live by
I am willing to do whatever it takes to succeed.
(It's suicide) Testin me line for line
Trying to compete with me is a mistake.
(So who am I?) The one and only Myke Miers
I am the unique and incomparable Mykill Miers.
I'm the bearer of bad news, I'm here to smash crews
I am here to deliver bad news and defeat other rappers.
Myke Miers got mo' nuts than cashews
I am more daring than most other rappers.
After gettin served on the mic you might get smacked too
If someone doesn't do well in a rap battle with me, they might get physically attacked.
Puttin trash niggas to sleep in coffins
I end the careers of rappers who are not good enough.
Can't take the heat in the kitchen, then you get the heck out
If you can't handle the competition, you should quit.
My style is too hot, so I bet you get burned
My rapping is too good for most people to compete with.
You didn't think I was gon' come back and take what's mine?
Some people didn't expect me to return and reclaim my status as a top rapper.
Ain't enough graveyards for the crews I slayed
I have ended the careers of many rappers, and there is not enough room to bury them all.
Declare to crown the Underground King of L.A.
I am the best underground rapper in Los Angeles.
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Arnulfo Cordero
THE REALEST BARS I AINT HEAR IN A MINUTE HIP-HOP HAS BEEN CHANGING A LOT 💯
Nakra
I loved it.
213BacteriA
This beat is Banging!
Nigel Nassib
I remember listen to that dude, he is dope man, my walk to school with this was the best
PayexR91
Dude this foo is Sick. I barely heard this dude on some underground radio station on iTunes and I was like whaaat? Just sick.
Tricklarock
Oh yeah! Go to Beat Junkies. Com. I haven't checked it, but don't trip, I think you'll be good.
Tricklarock
Otherwise, I have ifartradio and put in shit like say, Madlib or Dilla, and u know... they push that 'station ' on you. Shit repeats a lot too!
John Landquist
Still pure fiyahh!
Tricklarock
This shit's the maaaaad note son!
RrrutssS
still dope