The Difference

Lyrics

Hocus Pocus, throw a scare.
 The difference between me and them
 I gotta be me, I gotta be fresh
 Catch a few off guard
 I know what it is,
 a nation of ill
 You not a MC
 Behold you, from out the lies, tell the truth
 I keep a female or two
 Thought you was fly, fell off the roof
 I never fell off I'm blue
 I rep the planet like the Ocean
 and I float like the breeze
 I'm at the grave, 'cos I'm blue,
 'cos I smoked lots of green
 Leave microphones broken with
 ease squeezed until speakers bleed
 Please if my tongue was like a gun
 I'd bust it like a desert ease
 never question expertise
 of my lovin'
 On a veteran team
 Niggas can never be better than
 Got more stripes than a peppermint
 or Parisian tasers no comparing them to, who?
 any challenger that will get embarrassed with ease
 They used to speak highly of you
 'til you fell like the leaves in the fall
 All them times you thought you would be boss
 but crossed off the list
 Don't trip my flow, they come so hard
 My whole squad all stars, rough, rugged and raw
 It's all ours
 In addition you wave the long arm at the girl and say
 the difference between me and them
 I gotta be me
 I gotta be fresh
 Guys are sleeping, catching you off guard
 I'm the definition of ill
 You not a MC
 the difference between me and them
 I gotta be me
 I gotta be fresh
 Guys are sleeping, catching you off guard
 Bounce back 'cause I'm bound to sleep
 Look, PSA
 ya'll plain Jane like sneakin' Mary J past TSA
 that contains strains of Reggie
 You wouldn't feel me if I was edgy
 if I ain't know the ledge to put the nail in the coffin
 below the sledgehammer for your Grandma
 Rather you sink then you rise notches
 Ya'll can catch my sneaker size not just these hands
 that move like synchronised watches
 You hate I was given the gift, then sue me,
 Since I got the juice in your post fiction
 We living in a different movie
 You just a brash type
 Some little shit that turned into a ass wipe
 Throwing rocks at a glass house
 that should be for a glass pipe
 Street credit was charged to the game
 umtil the last wipe
 For all of my fruits of labour I passed right
 What, what? I been local
 I been signed to record labels
 that threw me inside a chokehold just so that
 I couldn't be vocal
 And it must have suck, they tried to put a diamond
 in the cluster fuck and
 But what's a Cadillac and a diamond to a monster truck?
 the difference between me and them
 I gotta be me
 I gotta be fresh
 Guys are sleeping, catching you off guard
 I'm the definition of ill
 You not a MC
 the difference between me and them
 I gotta be me
 I gotta be fresh
 Guys are sleeping, catching you off guard

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Song Details

Duration
02:49
Key
11
Tempo
78 BPM

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