Ain't Like Me - Amity

It’s the sound that makes you get down/

Pick your jaw off the floor when you play my beats/

These are the words that you never heard/

Now you’re stopping to watch when I say my piece/

Put your hands up when I’m in the club/

Man, is that a stage name or a fake ID?

Try as you might when you’re in the light/

But you won’t make it, mate, ‘cause you ain’t like me

Send the best to the bench ‘cause I’m back in the game/

Just to clean up the scene, yeah, I’ve had to refrain/

Yo, it’s Amity man, no Calamity Jane/

You take the hard road but I live on Tragedy Lane/

You better be hot when you step on the block/

I’m peaking and seeking you out, whether you’re ready or not/

With a pedestal you couldn’t get to the level I’m on/

But I promise you’ll get it through your head by the end of the song/

Bro, you know that I’m constantly in a tight form/

So much so I’m garroting you with the mic cord/

If you think you’ve got a drive that’ll rival mine/

I hope you know you’re shopping for compliments in a bike store/

I fight fire with fire like a diss track/

When they give the middle finger, I blow a kiss back/

I don’t give a shit, I just take the piss/

Pack a punch in your lunchbox, whatcha think of this snack?

It’s the sound that makes you get down/

Pick your jaw off the floor when you play my beats/

These are the words that you never heard/

Now you’re stopping to watch when I say my piece/

Put your hands up when I’m in the club/

Man, is that a stage name or a fake ID?

Try as you might when you’re in the light/

But you won’t make it, mate, ‘cause you ain’t like me

Ink is acid that stings when I print a passage/

‘Cause writing in cursive got me in shit by these pissy rappers/

Now all of the gimmicks are hidden and written backwards/

Subliminal in a track ‘cause I spit in a different language/

Pinnacle is my status so like it or don’t comment/

And when everyone shares it, you can hide it but won’t stop it/

Full throttle me, what good’s a fire with no oxygen?/

On top again, I’m differently wired like robotics/

You’ve heard of me, I murder beats, burn them with the third degree/

Words are like a furnace, heat a verse until it bursts, I mean/

I’m hot and I’m certainly the worst, an introvert who/

Inadvertently reverts to beef, I herd them up, they turn to sheep/

Every letter has a pencil as a weapon/

That can sever the extremities off any of my enemies/

Check your level, I’m deafening from the mezzanine/

You’ll never get ahead of me, I’m better than you’ll ever be

It’s the sound that makes you get down/

Pick your jaw off the floor when you play my beats/

These are the words that you never heard/

Now you’re stopping to watch when I say my piece/

Put your hands up when I’m in the club/

Man, is that a stage name or a fake ID?

Try as you might when you’re in the light/

But you won’t make it, mate, ‘cause you ain’t like me

I’m a trendsetter like Led Zeppelin and Def Leppard/

With a vendetta against anyone asking me why like my end letter/

But wait, it gets better/

You can love or hate me but fuck a fence-sitter

I’m back to settle the score like I’m Hans Zimmer/

I’ve got the look like Ben Stiller, ballpoint pen killer/

Everybody’s dropping shit that’s fifty percent filler/

I’m just trying to pay my respects and resurrect Dilla/

Deliver a blow with every punchline, get your hands high/

‘Cause when I make a banger, I land mine/

Blowing your damn mind, ten to one is a fair fight/

Yeah, right, you jokers choke ‘cause the snare’s tight/

I have a bad habit like asthmatic crack addicts/

I’m slapping whack rappers back to reality/

Matter fact, I’ve got the grid locked like bad traffic/

This is hip hop and your shit’s pop so let me have at ‘em

It’s the sound that makes you get down/

Pick your jaw off the floor when you play my beats/

These are the words that you never heard/

Now you’re stopping to watch when I say my piece/

Put your hands up when I’m in the club/

Man, is that a stage name or a fake ID?

Try as you might when you’re in the light/

But you won’t make it, mate, ‘cause you ain’t like me