Verse 1:
Yo, I've been quiet most the year
Grew out the 'stache and the beard
I stopped hanging out with rappers coz they corny and weird
I adhere to different rules
I follow codes with a gun
The only code you rappers know require dialin' a one
I ain't the one, I am the sum of being raised to resist
This is before Donald Trump, punk, I was brought up in this
I was raised by OG's from that Satanas set
Who used to rob and sell drugs, weren't no day job checks
See I am different than these other Filipinos you met
Who's parents finessed it and worked it to the suburbs they left
I never sat inside a Honda with the canon exhaust
I ain't hang up import models off my bedroom wall
Nah, I was tryna fight these other immigrant kids in L.A.
Frankie told me don't you ever let them get in your face
And to this day I'd rather catch a bullet, square in mah pi
Than to have another man say he got over on I
Chorus (2x):
My old lady say I'm stubborn, I should quit while I can
I told her homie you know what it is I'm Blam Blikka Bam
Somebody go get your man
I am Blam Blikka Bam
Somebody go get your man
I am Blam Blikka Bam
Verse 2:
Said I've been gone for most the year
Grew out my belly with beer
It's hard keeping trash rappers from polluting my ears
I adhere to different rules see there's a code where I'm from
The only code you busters know require dialin' a...
The sound track kids and youth rap make you feel older than old
I collect from little homies who jack hipsters for phones
They might break into your home
Full invasion of home
But when robbin tha only option and ya thin to tha bone
You be like fuck it I'm gone
My mom and dad always gone
And them Americans is tellin' us that we don't belong
I'm a couple months away from fillin' bottles in carts
Was always profit over people, that's what sets me apart
From very start, on the set like a director (?)
They try keep ours dumber than the president's kids
Or like the president is
And his administration
See this is immigration
Versus whatever he is
Verse 3:
I am Blam Blikka Bam
Blam Blikka Bam
That's exactly who I am
I'm Macario Sakay
With a musket in my hand
Yeah I'm Blam Blikka Bam
Blam Blikka Bam
I am Blam Blikka Bam
Blam Blikka Bam
That's exactly who I am
I am Blam Blikka Bam
I'm Macario Sakay
With a musket in my hand
I am Blam Blikka
Blam Blikka
Blam Blikka Blaca daca daca wake us up
We been sleepin'
We been dreamin'
We been happy with the cut
We need back back that that made L.A., L.A.
That made the Bay the Bay
Not what Silver Lake 's today
Not what Mission is today
Not what Brooklyn is today
Not whatever neighboorhood that's run the poor out of today
I remember when I was a young teen
And my mama heard a knock at the door
Dream
