The Creators
The Creators & Big Kwam
The Creators
The Creators
The Creators & & Delirious
The Creators
The Creators
The Creators
The Creators & Big Kwam & M.C.M. (UK) & Q-Major (UK) & Tru (AKA E-Tru)
[Chorus]
It's like that
It's like that
It's like that, y'all
It's like that, it's like that
It's like that
It's like that
It's like that, y'all
It's like that
[Verse 1: Big Kwam]
Yo
Let it be known I’m prone to leave the ozone blown
By sparking microphones of ink clones whose styles ain’t their own (No doubt)
I’ll expose flaws like hoes’ drawers, rhymes are composed
Of metaphors that have niggas open like pores
Split antennas on your cellular phones from
From the hyper tones, I zone through your dome, blowing your chromosomes
My third eye has a wide lens, so I can size men
Down to fries when a nine symbolize my pen (Uh!)
And when you’re hit from my vocal clips’ trajectory
Best to be already set to be trapped in jeopardy
Wack mic-holders get sniped colder than a right
From a tight shoulder that bash grills and spike boulders
I puff the A-Black to leave me toe-back
Peep how my mind reacts to fold over tracks funky as ass-cracks
‘Cause when the Kwam attack, I blew the fuse on your data
Man, it’s like Saddam on crack ‘cause it’s like that
[Chorus]
It's like that
It's like that
It's like that, y'all
It's like that
[Verse 2: M.C.M.]
What do you
Know about emceeing? My skills come from
The inner—that’s why I’m the overall winner
In combat, perpetrating foes I will defeat
You ain’t saying shit, so take a backseat
You shouldn’t try to approach when your rhymes ain’t compatible
I think you’re only in this for the capital
Fame, and the glory, but that’s another story
‘Cause every time you’re hitting with your lines, see, you’re boring me (Say what?)
Taking you back to school, fool
Forget about happy days and playing The Fonz ‘cause you ain’t cool (You ain’t cool)
You can’t run before you learn to walk, you’re not a child no more
So, yo, think before you talk about a brother (Woo)
Experience like Jimi was in the funk era
Truly advanced, so you don’t stand a chance, or hope
Your shit’s more fake than the Pope
Hitting harder than any drug, consider me a dope, hah
I can adapt to any beat, attract to many ears
Giving much props to my peeps
Who watched me develop and grow in the struggle
Popping these wack emcees just like bubbles
You’ll never have the authority, superiority
Or domain ‘cause your shit is all game
When I freak the flows, I make sure it’s fat
For the attack, that’s how I’m coming, just like that
[Chorus]
It's like that
It's like that
It's like that, y'all
It's like that
[Verse 3: Q-Major]
So many emcees come, so many go
The next wavelength is set to melt you down like the snow (Hey, hey)
Take cover or learn to run faster
‘Cause if my crew catches you, for sure we’re gonna blast ya
I’ll put the pen to the pad ‘cause it’s a must
That I deliver lyrics that’s harder than a crack-rush
No fuss, rhymes be flowing with ease
And if I was to pour it, I’d have filled out the seven seas
Three hundred and sixty degrees, full circle
Perfect delivery that’s always sliding down a bitch’s girdle (Slide, slide, slide)
Q-Major here, no time for tricking or fronting
I undress the mic to have perpetrators ducking (Say what?)
Out of the game ‘cause they have no shame
I took this, task so I could blow their ass out the frame
You ain’t having it nice, t’s my device
No sugar and spice, I’ll feed your ass raw beans and rice
It’s my agenda to every pretender
I know, from now on, you’ll be looking over your shoulder
To see where I’m coming from at ya
Here I come, phony emcees, see I got ya
And it's like that
[Chorus]
It's like that
It's like that
It's like that, y'all
It's like that
[Verse 4: Tru (AKA E-Tru)]
Rappers be crying like [?]
Like fli-flops they flip-flop, like a digital [?], dank (Dank)
Underestimated the rhymes that I created
They dissolve like ice cream when I scream
With rhymes clean as Listerine or dirty as I wanna be
They warn ‘em only cuddle me, 6-6
With more gifts than Christmas, I dismiss
Fools that persist in preventing me from
“Getting Around” like 2Pac, black
Fuck all that crap, I rap over fat, old tracks
My jeans are [?] like all these lyrics blacker
[?]
You’re scarred, nigga (Nigga)
[Chorus]
It's like that
It's like that
It's like that, y'all
It's like that
It's like that
It's like that
It's like that, y'all
It's like that, like that
It’s Like That was written by Big Kwam & M.C.M. (UK) & Q-Major (UK) & Tru (AKA E-Tru).
It’s Like That was produced by The Creators.