Different/Dope Mutha’Fucka

(Verse 1)

No can match this…Hype flow addict/
Tight show bracket nitro-blastin’ psychopathic-
Bold and graphic…Whoa, the spaz is/
Gross with antics…Of old, a vantage-
Scrolls & magic anecdotes & tactics/
So emphatic…Token Blackness-
Attention-holdin’-snatchin’…Commotion package/
Like a naked hermaphro-dite approachin’ traffic-
…Chose to practice…Enrolled in classes/
With a team of ‘A’ achievers like Bos-co Baracus-
No gold but mad rich…With soul and passion/
Eat pokin’ cactus, and broken glass chips-
Ferocious bastard…Cold when rappin’/
Like snow in ‘Apolis-Minne frozen ashes-
…Cryo-crafted pyroclastic/
Spiral jagged rival wackness vital damage-
No joke syllabics…Slow & fastest/
Quotes that have shit…Blown to fragments-
Now alone inhabit…Thrown of hatches/
In small space cruisers…Comb galactis-
‘Cause of zone detachment…From lower status/
In search of OTHER beings to compose some tracks with-
Or foes for clashes…VULCANS laugh &/
Say I’m the dopest! That’s sick! I say I’m just-

(Chorus)

Different…Unlike no other, brotha’/
…None are similar to this “Dope Mutha-Fucka!”-
Cuckoo with a mic, not ONE in my league/
You heard them others, suckers is NOTHIN’ like me!-
I’m different…Unlike NO OTHER, brotha’/
…NONE ARE SIMILAR! I’m a “Dope Mutha-Fucka!”-
You doin’ what he did, & wonder why I boo/
I kill it every time, & sound NOTHIN’ like you!-

(Verse 2)

Advice you, not to give up selling sandwiches ‘cause even/
GOOD songs hardly sell on iTunes! Quite rude to knit wits with-
Stomachs that cannot endure what the kid spits it’s/
Been suggested that I offer myself in tidbits, this-
Leads to my being labeled abomination…Fleshings are/
Very dumb…Plus I have more character variations than a-
Schizo sanitarium, so I have, “Have what?”/
Have to talk to MYSELF to have an intelligent conversation!-
…Attack pack solo & eat a few…Have, but don’t need a crew/
“Do what the VOICES in HIS HEAD tell ME to do!” Beat’ll lose-
A fight with me, lead it through cadences I’m coverin’ with/
Tougher it gits, reason you can’t see the bruise-
It ought to doubt takin’ my slaughter route, I SAY what YOU would seek/ Therapy for if you even THOUGHT about! & still shine with-
Such efficience…There’s no room for ME on my OWN/
Genitals ‘cause it isn’t admired by YOU…From a distance!-
…You merrily dwell on my talent to balance/
Vocab & delivery, load smashin’ to smithereens, barely tell-
I don’t always write extraordinary rhymes/
Just WRITE ordinary rhymes I RECITE extraordinarily well!-
…There I go being modest again! “If not WE/
Still have difficultly takin’ compliments then!” Who knows but I-
Know I’m uncanny uncommon unpredictable unequivocal/
Unconventional pinnacle of self-identical mystical & just-

(Chorus)

Different…Unlike no other, brotha’/
…None are similar to this “Dope Mutha-Fucka!”-
Cuckoo with a mic, not ONE in my league/
You heard them others, suckers is NOTHIN’ like me!-
I’m different…Unlike NO OTHER, brotha’/
…NONE ARE SIMILAR! I’m a “Dope Mutha-Fucka!”-
You doin’ what he did, & wonder why I boo/
I kill it every time, & sound NOTHIN’ like you!-