[Verse One]

Yo, I've been quiet most the year

Grew out the 'stache and the beard

I stopped hanging out with rappers 'cuz they corney 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

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]

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

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 Two]

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 *tone*

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

An' 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 Three]

I am Blam Blikka Bam

Blam Blikka Bam

Thats 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

Thats 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 thats run the poor out of today

I remember when I was a young teen

And my mama heard a knock at the door

Dream