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amity - ain't like me lyrics

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 sh+t, i just take the p+ss/
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 sh+t by these p+ssy 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 f+ck 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 k!ller/
everybody’s dropping sh+t 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 d+mn 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 sh+t’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

- amity lyrics

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