It's Like That

Hey yo kid bust this, it's time to drop the flavour

I'm fly as can be, I'm rhymin' on my good behaviour

From New York City kickin' dope rhymes that you savour

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

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

The shit that you always poppin' all amount to a flick

Stick nigga's up with the hype rhyme filled with ammo

Blast from the past bullets passin' through your abdomen

Rin tin tin I troop in on the bins

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

Hens and chickens layin' low, sucker nigga's don't know

That I can kick the mad ballistics plus I'm wreckin' every show

Sew it up, ya got static?

'Cos I'm better than the next chump so don't panic

'Cos I'm a wet you with my skills, still chill, got the crispy

bills

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

And it's like that

You've got to give me props I'm on the way to the top

Stop. I think I just heard a pin drop

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

Turn the packs to 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 kissin' on her lips

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

But only if their sexual history is sound

I'm a brown-skinned medallion, code name mic stallion

Takin' over brothers that are dillyin' and dallyin'

I'm rallyin' like Al Sharpton, militant youth

Booth built for the DJ, hooked up and sound proofed

Seein' is believin' yo believin' is my method

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

Sinbad the sailor couldn't take me out

And I hope your ass don't take that route

And it's like that

Steady as I flow I row row row your boat

I got a castle in Brackerlack with sharks in my moat

So use the drawbridge and pave way while I say

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

And like he man I have the power

I like my chicken from the china man but make it sweet and sour

Devour all other wack MCs

And when I windsurf nature gives me a breeze

'Cos it's a new jack kickin' rhymes like Jackie Chan

I got a year round tan, 'cos I'm a brother man

I'm travellin' in style I gotta pass the first class

'Cos it's time to give rappin' some pizzazz

So the B-boys from Brooklyn breakin' bones for the bucks

I never ever sell out but I still own a tux

Huh, I make short work of your crew

Hi-C the beast master kick the funky for you

And it's like that