Serge Severe - It's Like That lyrics

rate me

They say it only matters you they lovin' the music,

So I treat mine like a straight drug and abuse it,

Love it or lose it man, bunch of excuses,

Open up your ears this is something exclusive,

Sweeped right away like tussling broom sticks,

Measured beats tailored raps something that suits it,

Several beats made em scratch vinyl and loop it,

Live or acoustic, take a ride on the movement,

Finally in tune with the rhymin' that you spit,

It's all word of mouth get it?

I'm a technician the next mission of fresh spittin,

so just listen accept rhythm and catch feelings like I did it, yeah!

I've seen it befo' from peanuts to dough,

That money put a spell on you, Nina Simone

Watch what they selling you, won't kneel to the throne,

You can't stop the incredible, so real on my own,

We gone....

2 x Hook:

It's like that, it's really like that, right?

it's like that, it's just like that, word?

It's like that, it's really like that, true?

it's just like that, you know how we do?

Sometimes I wonder like Stevie, no glasses on,

These rappers can't see me, vision blurred,

This is Serge, that's my word

On the street like a sewer drain doing things on these beats I manure,

Yikes! It's insane

I go loco, bananas and ape ish,

And you so local and never been out of state kid,

What you know about doing shows, paying dues,

What you know about how it goes stayin' true,

Never took a day off, so I'm stay in tune,

So re-think what you say, or who you say it to,

I gotta say it's true you know..

but I walk around with the AC on and just play it cool,

Coo Coo for coco puffs, round house the rhythm,

You know kicks, dojo stuff,

And I don't even know you're just so so bruh,

the type to start running your mouth when the PoPo come, Eeewwuuhh....

[2 x Hook:]

You see me, I get down for the get down

I don't just talk a lot of ish and then skip town,

Honestly, 'cause ain't nobody harmin' me,

So I won't throw 'em a bone, Thugs n' Harmony,

1-9-9-4 flow equipped with an armory

Arteries, vitals show, ripped it up, obviously,

Never done sloppily

A fine tuned machine, nah mean?

This that long flow-arm stretched Yao Ming

Better yet this that long flow stretched, Dhalsim

Block party turned it into street fighter,

But I want my beats tighter, freestyler,

Leave biters with a chipped tooth,

I don't know who's spittin',

But rappers falling off faster than Chip Fu,

raps on a track,

Plus I'm six deuce, and over over two bills,

Tapped two kegs,

That's how the crew chills,

Plus I broke two legs, that's two shows killed.

Ha Ha...

Yeah, it's like that

[2 x Hook:]

Thanks to Manny for correcting these lyrics