All Artists - JohnnieB

Lyrics

JohnnieB on the beat. Yeah. I’m not just one artist. I’m all of ’em. Rap itself with a heartbeat. Verse 1 They keep asking why I don’t battle, maybe I don’t need to, I don’t chase every stage just to prove I can feed you. I don’t clock in for trends, bitch, I move when I need to, Then come back with a verse that the whole room bleeds through. I’m the rapper, the writer, the painter, the poet, The actor with a mask and the truth underneath it. The comedian laughing while the pain gets decoded, The villain and hero when the story explodes in. I’m the brush, the canvas, the mic, and the speaker, The preacher, the sinner, the student, the teacher. The hook in your head and the scar in the feature, The whole damn culture with a foul-mouth fever. You can copy one lane, but I’m all damn roads, Every style, every file, every mile, every code. Every rhythm in the blood, every dream in the soul, JohnnieB is the source where the art unfolds. I’m not trying to be rap, bitch, rap lives in me, Every rhyme, every punchline, every hidden scheme. Every underdog story, every battle MC, Every notebook kid with a world to believe. So don’t call me one thing, I’m too much to hold, Too young, too grown, too hot, too cold. Too clean, too dirty, too new, too old, I’m all artists in one with a multiverse soul. Hook I’m all artists, all heartless, all heart in one, I’m rap itself when the beat drum comes. I’m the pen, the page, the stage, the tongue, JohnnieB is the art where it all begun. I’m all artists, all verses, all scars, all fun, The painter, the poet, the rapper, the son. You can copy one lane, but I’m all of ’em, Rap in the flesh when the mic gets spun. Verse 2 This ain’t red side, blue side, this is every damn color, Every shade, every voice, every sister, every brother. Every style that was born from a pain or a hunger, Every storm turned song when the lightning struck thunder. I’m boom bap, trap, rock rap, gospel, and grime, Country soul, punk rage, pop hooks in rhyme. I’m the battle, the prayer, the flex, the cry, The laugh, the scream, the truth, the lie. I’m the one with the pen and the one in the crowd, The one on the stage and the one turned down. The one making noise and the one too proud, The one who got quiet when the world got loud. Big John brings light when the choir starts lifting, Little Johnnie brings dark when the whole mood’s shifting. JohnnieB brings both when the bass starts hitting, All artists in one with the whole room spinning. I’m not just a rapper, I’m the rap conversation, The influence, the backlash, the whole damn creation. The criticism, the comeback, the pure dedication, The underground dream and the mainstream station. You don’t gotta like me, but you can’t delete me, I’m the sound in the culture whenever it needs me. I’m the old school roots and the new school CD, The real human glitch they can’t AI completely. Hook I’m all artists, all heartless, all heart in one, I’m rap itself when the beat drum comes. I’m the pen, the page, the stage, the tongue, JohnnieB is the art where it all begun. I’m all artists, all verses, all scars, all fun, The painter, the poet, the rapper, the son. You can copy one lane, but I’m all of ’em, Rap in the flesh when the mic gets spun. Verse 3 I’m the kid in his room making tracks on his phone, The grown man grinding while he feels alone. The legend, the rookie, the throne, the stone, The voice in the dark saying, “Build your own.” I’m every missed note that became a new sound, Every lost dream that refused to stay down. Every bad review that created a crown, Every hated artist that the future found. I’m the sketch, the script, the beat, and the book, The punchline, the paint, the scene, and the hook. The eye that creates and the world that looks, The thief and the source that the thief mistook. That’s why stealing from me still don’t make you me, You can take a few lines, but not infinity. You can mimic the flow, but not the entity, I’m the whole damn art form arguing with history. I’m rap when it brags, rap when it hurts, Rap when it prays, rap when it curses. Rap when it heals, rap when it worsens, Rap when it laughs at its own damn purpose. So put your hands up for the whole creation, Every artist, every voice, every damn vibration. JohnnieB is the station, the signal, the nation, All artists in one with no limitation. Hook I’m all artists, all heartless, all heart in one, I’m rap itself when the beat drum comes. I’m the pen, the page, the stage, the tongue, JohnnieB is the art where it all begun. I’m all artists, all verses, all scars, all fun, The painter, the poet, the rapper, the son. You can copy one lane, but I’m all of ’em, Rap in the flesh when the mic gets spun.