What You're Used To

Yeah, smooth, check it out

You hear a lot of different songs

But a lot of the same styles, you know

So I thought I'd dabble in some style

And bring out something different

It's not the style that you're used to

So yo, when you hear it, have an open mind

And I'm sure you'll find entertainment in this rhyme

So I'm gonna swing it just like this

Now this is different, not too different

But different from the last

You'll have a blast as soon as somebody pass

The mic to me

MC C-R-A-I-G dash G

Ask me whatever you ask me, don't pass me

A rhyme, 'cause that mistake might be ghastly

In time, I might find a new rapper to

Kill, yeah, that's just how I feel

Skill? Skill's portrayed from what jams are played

And how many rappers are out gettin' paid

And who sports the dopest lookin' fade

Nah, that don't make the grade

Rhymes, rhymes that leave you all just confined

In your room to exercise your mind

Is the only brand, only kind

To me that sounds fine

So yo, next time you even try to flow

Find a style of rhymes that go

Go exactly with the way that you choose to

Not the style that we're used to, yeah

Don't even do it in the style that we're used to

Yeah, check it out

Performance? Performance is enough to know

Who can pick up the microphone and throw

Throw a rhyme that makes the crowd scream "Ho"

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm sure you know

Style, style is what drives the crowd wild

And have the people in the aisles

Dancin' in a single file

Huh, never actin' mild

Labels, labels, they don't have a clue

Of what things a rapper goes through

They go through a lot, yo, it's true

Believe me, they do

They push you and make you believe what they think

Then blame it on you when you sink

Then tell the whole staff that you stink