Different - CANON, T.Jay, Tony Tillman

I’ve dipped my brush in the bucket of Gods Glory

Hoping to paint the world a new picture, a new story

One they’ve never seen with a clear mind

Exercising and putting into practice the Talent in I that he’s designed

I’m different

Trying to put me in your box won’t do

I got too much in my system so what you gone do

It ain’t only me who different I done brought the whole crew

From a planet where the same old tradition won’t do

Feels like I spit gold you know what that mean

Got sick flows you need vaccine

My whole clique cold we need jackets

We don’t fit molds we don’t match it

And I’m screwed up, can’t chop me out

You an eclipse that can’t block me out

Can’t lock me in they can’t lock me out

Try to box me then I’m popping out

So run and tell the people I’m jacked

If you want real then I got that track

You a rap fiend then I got that crack

If you want fire then I got that match

And you can’t clone that or rehearse those

Got dope tracks then we murk those

In a snap back and my church clothes

Rap cats with diverse roles

Staying grounded like first floors

Even though they try to treat us like we fallen in sin

Therefore I say please before us like we crawled in a Benz

So tell the critics fall back like it was August again

What you see isn’t all there is to me

Drop your box and trash that lock and key

I’m a different me different breed

Tryna put me in a box won’t do

Trying to put me in yo Box won’t do

I got too much in my system so what you gone do

It ain’t only me who different I done brought the whole crew

From a planet where the same old tradition won’t do

I will never let nothing below beyond our people define me

I’m Johnny’s depth, the intricate palate of my personality, times three

Insanity flow hit em hard with the Yah, yah, yah my ID

Is me the creative mind with the intelligence, knowing that God is inside me

And If this was a league that would cater to how many styles I have it’s IV

He designed me, unique in the wonderful model of Gods being

I’m just a small thing, a drop in the bucket too tiny to find me

I may be small but never will I see the wall of a box around me

You can take it to the Bank!

And I bet on your last 2 dollars

That some been thinking that I will tank

But God had built me built with his power to last, no matter what haters may

think

Ima different breed of what they may call the intelligent, I’m nothing you may

trace

Uniquely designed to color the world with Gods glory, no matter the case