Like That

Verse 1:

Rummaging through pages, pumping up my playlist

Jumping on stages, stomaching my flame spit

Haters blazing in the language I'm painting

An artiste slaying tracks I lay down: Planking

Get the picture I Instagram

Imagery that you see when I flip the grammar

Repeating me speak with a stammer

Pick me like afro next to amer-

Rican when you're fiending me wreaking

Havoc on average flows that be reeking

'Cause everybody knows that I'm a clothespin

On everybody's nose when I go and motion these poems

Knowing me having no wins

Is like hoping there'll be a poor Eminem

So when the pen's bidding is my whim

Then your chances are his alter ego: Slim



Chorus:

'Cause I got it like that (like that)

Yea I got it like that (like that)

Bro I got it like that (like that)

It's like that, like that (like that)

'Cause I got it like that (like that)

'Cause the track is called (like that)

'Cause I got it like that (like that)

Like that like that



Verse 2:

Composer of composure eroders

Like odors of your words after an order

Of garlic bread and Hors D'Oeurves or spitting your verse

So I'm like, "Don't talk it's torture!"

(Can I kick it?) Like your breath be? Well let's see

A Hitmonlee never tries to best me

And punches got Hitmonchan chanting

I'm the man with each jam I plan

To knuckle sandwich this sampling

By adding a classic batch of them classic raps

'Cause everybody wants that old thing back

Like 90's Nick, my spit's All That

All wack emcees get slimed

While my green's tucked by my behind

Call it a wallet 'cause no bills fold

When they start paying mills for ill flows



Chorus:

Wish my cash was like that (like that)

But my raps are like that (like that)

'Cause I got it like that (like that)

Like that like that (like that)

Like your Facebook status (like that)

Like my YouTube vids (like that)

'Cause you got to like that (like that)

Ha! Like that like that



Verse 3:

I marathon the Barry Bonds

'Cause every song's splendid

By the long winded lyrical individual

Giving you hits to move your back like Mystikal

But a little less vulgar, a little more culture

A little less toe touch, a little more focused

On movements that your mom can see

And the only casualties are musically bombed emcees

Cleverly severing pestering wack fiends

For I peppermint for the betterment of the rap scene

'Cause it's been going downhill like the cast of Cool Runnings

Seeing these fools stunting when they really do nothing

CGI tool fronting, reading scripts from their smart phone

Don't they see that they're ruining the art form

But why complain? You'll know my name

Even without the title; I'm Link in this game



And legend tells I'm music's savior

And even Zelda says there's no one braver

I'm the tri-force to be reckoned with

'Cause I got the drive to wrecking it

With every breath I get. So hecklers

Don't be reckless trying to test this

You can't hang like a necklace

They're more like chokers, but when I'm focused

Punchlines swarm in like locusts

Leaving my opponents so hopeless

Guess I've been chosen to take the throne as the Abstract King

'Cause I've been dope since the microphone amps the tracks I sing



Chorus:

(Like That)

(Like That)

(Like That)

(Like That)

(Oh it's Like That)

(Like That)

(Like That)

(Like That)

(Yeah!)



Outro:

Fiya B in the house (in the house)

BM5 in the house (in the house)

Young Deezy's in the house (in the house)

Dario's in the house (in the house)

It's just me in the house (in the house)

So I guess that's the end of shout outs (oh boy!)

Kinda lonely in the house (oh no)

Won't you please help me out (oh please!)

But I got it like that (yea)

Yea, I still got it like that (yea)

Well, I still got it like that (like that?)

Yea, like that, like that (Aha)

Oh yea, I got it like that (yeah yeah)

Whoa, I still got it like that (oh boy)

Ha Ha! Because I got it like that (like that)

Like that, like that



*Ad libbing*



Because I got it like that!