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!
