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I Am Here Video (MV)




Performed By: Dante Jordan
Length: 4:38
Written by: Dante Jordan




Dante Jordan - I Am Here Lyrics




Devoted to the dopeness
Here's a dosage
Follow me to the coast of the Pacific Ocean
Inject a formula, direct into your cornea
You be floatin'
Feel the effects of the uphoria
Up North of California
Van city and Victoria
So damn pretty
Everybody moving here, like we need more of ya?
They want a souvenir, of that Vancouver cheer
Cause its all smooth and clear
When you smokin' on that buddha, yeah
I'll be true, sensier
Most these new emcees are wannabees
A nuisance in my ear
I know its useless, but eventually
Somebody gotta get at these pretend-to-bes
You won't last long boy
Pull your ass out your thong boy
Closest you come to being a man is a Tom boy
You can't make King Kong noise
You got no hope hyper
You fake as Drake, better get yourself a ghost writer
All you wrote is a joke
You cant stand in no cypher
Bring it to the joint with no lighter
No flows, no hugs from no hoes neither
No live'r than a fly in a feast with a spider
You shouldn't bother
You're a blogger, a typer
Oh lifes a bitch when I can't fit inside her
I guess I'm just bitter as shitty cider

Got a habit
Automatic causin' static
Outa grab a dotted pad for my autograph, bitch
I spotted daps and rotten laughs
Thought it mad, then caught a grasp
These awkward cats just brought a track
Well turn it up, I'll jot a rap
Grab the mic an burn it up
Did someone turn the furnace up?
Gotta recite the words as such, for you birds to earn a cut
I heard em flappin', clappin' at my gems
Dabbin the finest blends
You can nab your highness then
But only grab him by the stems
You disaster herbs gone crash an burn
And this is where your flyness ends
Don't feel your funk
My sinus ends, aint smelling your designer trends
My spider sense is kinda tense
Barley sneakin' by the rent
Check to cheque get no respect
The greener grass is behind the fence

Sometimes, Im like
F*ck where the weed at
We need to bring the bees back
Where the earth at?
We overgrown and its time to reverse that
Too many nerves racked
You can't keep a sober home
Who cares where your turfs at
The worlds packed and everybody wanna hold their own
We don't need that
We need to achieve truth before we believe fact
People are humans and humans are mammals
The only animal that thrive off self scandal
We define our intelligence
By what we feel is relivant
And don't dare to think outside a box
That's just a room with an elephant
Shelter your demons in elegance
And you keep your clock tickin'
Time will kill you quicker the quicker you feed into its rhythm
I sorta feel like i did when i was a kid an, had no friends
I see that nice guys finish last with no ends
Your intellect get no respect when you're an introvert
Plus I knew no sorts of sports cause I was into earth
The more effort applied the more its denied
Sometimes for things get any badder you rather of died
Not that we live a hard life
Its just that I feel out of place, It's like I've already ran this race
And long since lost pace
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Devoted to the dopeness
Here's a dosage
Follow me to the coast of the Pacific Ocean
Inject a formula, direct into your cornea
You be floatin'
Feel the effects of the uphoria
Up North of California
Van city and Victoria
So damn pretty
Everybody moving here, like we need more of ya?
They want a souvenir, of that Vancouver cheer
Cause its all smooth and clear
When you smokin' on that buddha, yeah
I'll be true, sensier
Most these new emcees are wannabees
A nuisance in my ear
I know its useless, but eventually
Somebody gotta get at these pretend-to-bes
You won't last long boy
Pull your ass out your thong boy
Closest you come to being a man is a Tom boy
You can't make King Kong noise
You got no hope hyper
You fake as Drake, better get yourself a ghost writer
All you wrote is a joke
You cant stand in no cypher
Bring it to the joint with no lighter
No flows, no hugs from no hoes neither
No live'r than a fly in a feast with a spider
You shouldn't bother
You're a blogger, a typer
Oh lifes a bitch when I can't fit inside her
I guess I'm just bitter as shitty cider

Got a habit
Automatic causin' static
Outa grab a dotted pad for my autograph, bitch
I spotted daps and rotten laughs
Thought it mad, then caught a grasp
These awkward cats just brought a track
Well turn it up, I'll jot a rap
Grab the mic an burn it up
Did someone turn the furnace up?
Gotta recite the words as such, for you birds to earn a cut
I heard em flappin', clappin' at my gems
Dabbin the finest blends
You can nab your highness then
But only grab him by the stems
You disaster herbs gone crash an burn
And this is where your flyness ends
Don't feel your funk
My sinus ends, aint smelling your designer trends
My spider sense is kinda tense
Barley sneakin' by the rent
Check to cheque get no respect
The greener grass is behind the fence

Sometimes, Im like
F*ck where the weed at
We need to bring the bees back
Where the earth at?
We overgrown and its time to reverse that
Too many nerves racked
You can't keep a sober home
Who cares where your turfs at
The worlds packed and everybody wanna hold their own
We don't need that
We need to achieve truth before we believe fact
People are humans and humans are mammals
The only animal that thrive off self scandal
We define our intelligence
By what we feel is relivant
And don't dare to think outside a box
That's just a room with an elephant
Shelter your demons in elegance
And you keep your clock tickin'
Time will kill you quicker the quicker you feed into its rhythm
I sorta feel like i did when i was a kid an, had no friends
I see that nice guys finish last with no ends
Your intellect get no respect when you're an introvert
Plus I knew no sorts of sports cause I was into earth
The more effort applied the more its denied
Sometimes for things get any badder you rather of died
Not that we live a hard life
Its just that I feel out of place, It's like I've already ran this race
And long since lost pace
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