It's Like That

Ayo, kid, bust this

It's time to drop the flavor

I'm fly as can be, I'm rhyming on my good behavior

From New York City, kicking dope rhymes at your savior

Take it from the top, I cut emcees just like a razor

It's time to kick 'cause I always do the trick

The shit that you always popping all amount to a flick

Stick niggas up with the hype rhyme filled with ammo

Blasts on the past, bullets passing through your abdomen

Rin Tin Tin, I troop in a Benz

My friends is down in the dumps 'cause I cashed in on the wins

Hens and chickens laying low, sucka niggas don't know

That I can kick the mad-velousness, plus I wreck at every show

So what up? You got static

'Cause I'm better than the next chump, then don't panic

'Cause I'ma wet you with my skill, still, chill, got the crispy bills

'Cause it's like that, the way it is, get off the dills

And it's like that

And it's like that

Ayo, you gots to give me props, I'm on my way to the top

Stop, I think I just heard a pin drop

'Cause you're stunned by the way I came off my head

Ted Turner packs a burner and I put heads to bed

Fed up, but I'm still just too legit to quit

I sit in my girly's lap while I'm kissing on her lips

Girls love to lick 'em up and up and down and all around

But only if they sexual history is sound

I'm a brown-skinned medallion, code name Mic Stallion

Taking over brothers that are dilly-ing and dallying

I'm rallying like Al Sharpton, Militant Youth

Booth built for the DJ, hooked up and soundproof

Seeing is believing, yo, believing is my method

So believe me when I say that it's the party that I'm wrecking

Sinbad the Sailor couldn't take me out

And I hope your ass don't take that route

And it's like that

And it's like that

So break it down for me, fellas

And it's like that

Word, it's like that

Ayo, steady as I flow, I row, row, row your boat

I got a castle in Brackalack with sharks in my moat

So use the drawbridge and pave way while I slay

Hi-C and Rashaun are down until the break of day

And like He-Man, I have the power

I like my chicken from the Chinaman, but make it sweet and sour

Devour all of the wack emcees

And when I windsurf, nature gives me a breeze

'Cause it's a new jack kicking rhymes like Jackie Chan

I got a year-round tan 'cause I'm a brother man

I'm traveling in style, I gotta pass the first class

'Cause it's time to give rappers some pizazz

So the b-boys from Brookland breaking bones to the bucks

I never ever sell out, but I still own a tux, huh

I make short work of your crew

Hi-C the beastmaster kicked the funky for you

And it's like that

And it's like that