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!