It's Like That!
It's the Hip-Hop hermit call me rap's Terry Gilliam
Fakes, I ain't feelin' 'em, their heads filled with helium
Hot air balloons pop at higher altitudes
Never reach their heavens they'll be frying in their tombs
Crying in their rooms, clouds without silver lining
Surreal's the one to bust your bubble, Skiggy's co-signing
So quit whining, rhyming a frame of mind thing
Can't stop, thought I told you that in The Shining
Behind the fronts you must be really scared
Stumbling in the streets like you visually impaired
Depending on your dogs to guide ya, homie, do tell
Judging by your backing tracks, iz you deaf as well?
I bounce off walls while you scrounge in halls
I pop 'n' lock to rid the block of y'all fools
I ain't even tryin' to box you all
Rather stop these politicians trying to block us all!
Oh no! All bets are off
With minimal chances of getting back you penny stashes and petty register cash
And any assets, you asked if we accept it
Answer: yes! Oh you dress to impress, strip nekkid
Check it! Here's another lesson from the ruling headmaster
Forget the old and new school, I teach classics
You ain't fresh man, my class you can't go to
So, I will never grade you cause then I 0 you
You think I lie and I will mind it if you find me boring
Call me what you want but just don't call me in the morning
But for the record, Mr. Rapz back with the boombap track
Wrap wack backpack cats in a package
I wanna be like Hov, but I've never been represented
By them dead presidents, man I'm dead broke
But never cheap so on that not it's real
Keynote Speakerz is ill with the skill!
Uh, yeah! Uh uh, what, yo
And it's like that!
It's a wrap yo
It's like that-a-tha-that, it's like that yo!
Bust it, uh!
You only talk it, we live it
And walk it, to spit it
Y'all haters get the di-dick
'Cause it's like that
Ayo, you fake on the mic
Yo, we say what we like
So we had to let you know
Because it's like that!
You only talk it, we live it
And walk it, to spit it
Y'all haters get the di-dick
'Cause it's like that
Ayo, you fake on the mic
Yo, we say what we like
We just had to let you know
Because it's like that!
Fakes, I ain't feelin' 'em, their heads filled with helium
Hot air balloons pop at higher altitudes
Never reach their heavens they'll be frying in their tombs
Crying in their rooms, clouds without silver lining
Surreal's the one to bust your bubble, Skiggy's co-signing
So quit whining, rhyming a frame of mind thing
Can't stop, thought I told you that in The Shining
Behind the fronts you must be really scared
Stumbling in the streets like you visually impaired
Depending on your dogs to guide ya, homie, do tell
Judging by your backing tracks, iz you deaf as well?
I bounce off walls while you scrounge in halls
I pop 'n' lock to rid the block of y'all fools
I ain't even tryin' to box you all
Rather stop these politicians trying to block us all!
Oh no! All bets are off
With minimal chances of getting back you penny stashes and petty register cash
And any assets, you asked if we accept it
Answer: yes! Oh you dress to impress, strip nekkid
Check it! Here's another lesson from the ruling headmaster
Forget the old and new school, I teach classics
You ain't fresh man, my class you can't go to
So, I will never grade you cause then I 0 you
You think I lie and I will mind it if you find me boring
Call me what you want but just don't call me in the morning
But for the record, Mr. Rapz back with the boombap track
Wrap wack backpack cats in a package
I wanna be like Hov, but I've never been represented
By them dead presidents, man I'm dead broke
But never cheap so on that not it's real
Keynote Speakerz is ill with the skill!
Uh, yeah! Uh uh, what, yo
And it's like that!
It's a wrap yo
It's like that-a-tha-that, it's like that yo!
Bust it, uh!
You only talk it, we live it
And walk it, to spit it
Y'all haters get the di-dick
'Cause it's like that
Ayo, you fake on the mic
Yo, we say what we like
So we had to let you know
Because it's like that!
You only talk it, we live it
And walk it, to spit it
Y'all haters get the di-dick
'Cause it's like that
Ayo, you fake on the mic
Yo, we say what we like
We just had to let you know
Because it's like that!
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Writer(s): Marcel Tegelaar
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