Who Am I

Expressing a desire to remove elements associated with mainstream and corporate systems.

Referring to a blend of funky legislation and providing information with a flexible Asian influence.

Describing a fragrance resembling Chanel, with smoke rolling like pipes through a spicy Filipino dish (adobo).

Highlighting the eccentricity of the mad ranger and the sensitivity of presents.

Suggesting increasing strangeness for the mad ranger.

Tucking away sensitive and inquisitive qualities in presents.

Referring to Christmas for misfits, with heat like biscuits.

Describing rubber weight burning like BF Goodrich.

Comparing swinging bats to Jeffrey Dyre, possibly a reference to Jeffrey Dahmer.

Equating MCs to permanent press in a dryer.

Highlighting portable audio techniques on 161st street near Yankee Stadium.

Describing a permanent window with sideburns at Yankee Stadium.

Asserting resilience similar to George Steinbrenner.

Emphasizing consistency in adapting to changing times for the rhyme.

Invoking the image of all aboard like Amtrak.

Encouraging loading up a knapsack for an appendix operation.

Suggesting leaving with constipation after the operation.

Referring to Exlax on tracks and superb vinyl wax.

Mentioning a cold sore by the West Indian seashore.

Describing control with scabs like kneeling to the floor.

Chorus emphasizing the question "Who am I?" and asserting superiority in getting the job done.

Who am I

The ultimate one second to none we get the job done

Who am I

There could never be one prodigal son we just begun

Who am I

The ultimate one second to none we get the job done

Who am I

Verse 2 portraying the artist as a powerful figure with references to mythology and historical elements.

Base your lies on my rise

I vocally analyze strategically neutralize

The lone soldier, the human slider

The never left a con, the ghost writer

The water walker, the power lord

The father of Odin, the hammer of Thor

Rhymes strong like gigantor

The amen-ra, the substance sook

The avenging son, my eye they took

Son you know they shook

Them lying dogs is always been crooks

Stealing all my ancient books

Brace yourself son here's another right hook

The son of Mya, the repo man

The angle of light, the nuclear knight

The omega summit, the Palladian

The dry con, the Babylon

Chorus repeating the theme of self-assertion and accomplishment.

Who am I

The ultimate one second to none we get the job done

Who am I

There could never be one prodigal son we just begun

Who am I

The ultimate one second to none we get the job done

Who am I

There could never be one prodigal son we just begun

Verse 3 continuing the portrayal of the artist as a powerful, mythical figure with diverse references.

Check it

Back is the hell raiser spawn

I'm dripping with Leviathan energy

Son what kind of shit I be on

The real or mentor, the ancient chemic

The omen child

Son I don't need no gimmicks

The star one, the solemnest temple

I descended from Isis I need to keep this simple

Like Jacobs ladder the staff of Moses

I parted Mt. Sinai, I poured in roses

The Abraham, the son of Cam

My energy is lethal son step back goddamn

The helude, the Excalibur

The Holy Grail mystery's putting you out your misery

Like revelations the clash of the titans

Ah shit its Ced Gee or should I say Ced Tyson

I fold those in matter

Expressing a desire to move beyond physical limitations.

Acknowledging the artist's perceived insanity.

Final chorus repeating the theme of self-assertion and accomplishment.

Who am I

The ultimate one second to none we get the job done

Who am I

There could never be one prodigal son we just begun

Who am I

The ultimate one second to none we get the job done

Who am I

There could never be one prodigal son we just begun

Who am I

The ultimate one second to none we get the job done

Who am I

There could never be one prodigal son we just begun

Who am I

The ultimate one second to none we get the job done

Who am I

There could never be one prodigal son we just begun