It’s Like That

Album cover art for "It’s Like That" by The Creators (Duo) & Big Kwam & M.C.M. (UK) & Q-Major (UK) & Tru (AKA E-Tru)

The Creators (Duo) & Big Kwam & M.C.M. (UK) & Q-Major (UK) & Tru (AKA E-Tru) - Rap, UK Rap

It’s Like That

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Lyrics

[Chorus] It's like that It's like that It's like that, y'all It's like that, it's like that It's like that It's like that It's like that, y'all It's like that [Verse 1: Big Kwam] Yo Let it be known I'm prone to leave the ozone blown By sparking microphones of ink clones whose styles ain't their own (No doubt) I'll expose flaws like hoes' drawers, rhymes are composed Of metaphors that have niggas open like pores Split antennas on your cellular phones from From the hyper tones, I zone through your dome, blowing your chromosomes My third eye has a wide lens, so I can size men Down to fries when a nine symbolize my pen (Uh!) And when you're hit from my vocal clips' trajectory Best to be already set to be trapped in jeopardy Wack mic-holders get sniped colder than a right From a tight shoulder that bash grills and spike boulders I puff the A-Black to leave me toe-back Peep how my mind reacts to fold over tracks funky as ass-cracks 'Cause when the Kwam attack, I blew the fuse on your data Man, it's like Saddam on crack 'cause it's like that [Chorus] It's like that It's like that It's like that, y'all It's like that [Verse 2: M.C.M.] What do you Know about emceeing? My skills come from The inner—that's why I'm the overall winner In combat, perpetrating foes I will defeat You ain't saying shit, so take a backseat You shouldn't try to approach when your rhymes ain't compatible I think you're only in this for the capital Fame, and the glory, but that's another story 'Cause every time you're hitting with your lines, see, you're boring me (Say what?) Taking you back to school, fool Forget about happy days and playing The Fonz 'cause you ain't cool (You ain't cool) You can't run before you learn to walk, you're not a child no more So, yo, think before you talk about a brother (Woo) Experience like Jimi was in the funk era Truly advanced, so you don't stand a chance, or hope Your shit's more fake than the Pope Hitting harder than any drug, consider me a dope, hah I can adapt to any beat, attract to many ears Giving much props to my peeps Who watched me develop and grow in the struggle Popping these wack emcees just like bubbles You'll never have the authority, superiority Or domain 'cause your shit is all game When I freak the flows, I make sure it's fat For the attack, that's how I'm coming, just like that [Chorus] It's like that It's like that It's like that, y'all It's like that [Verse 3: Q-Major] So many emcees come, so many go The next wavelength is set to melt you down like the snow (Hey, hey) Take cover or learn to run faster 'Cause if my crew catches you, for sure we're gonna blast ya I'll put the pen to the pad 'cause it's a must That I deliver lyrics that's harder than a crack-rush No fuss, rhymes be flowing with ease And if I was to pour it, I'd have filled out the seven seas Three hundred and sixty degrees, full circle Perfect delivery that's always sliding down a bitch's girdle (Slide, slide, slide) Q-Major here, no time for tricking or fronting I undress the mic to have perpetrators ducking (Say what?) Out of the game 'cause they have no shame I took this, task so I could blow their ass out the frame You ain't having it nice, t's my device No sugar and spice, I'll feed your ass raw beans and rice It's my agenda to every pretender I know, from now on, you'll be looking over your shoulder To see where I'm coming from at ya Here I come, phony emcees, see I got ya And it's like that [Chorus] It's like that It's like that It's like that, y'all It's like that [Verse 4: Tru (AKA E-Tru)] Rappers be crying like [?] Like fli-flops they flip-flop, like a digital [?], dank (Dank) Underestimated the rhymes that I created They dissolve like ice cream when I scream With rhymes clean as Listerine or dirty as I wanna be They warn 'em only cuddle me, 6-6 With more gifts than Christmas, I dismiss Fools that persist in preventing me from "Getting Around" like 2Pac, black Fuck all that crap, I rap over fat, old tracks My jeans are [?] like all these lyrics blacker [?] You're scarred, nigga (Nigga) [Chorus] It's like that It's like that It's like that, y'all It's like that It's like that It's like that It's like that, y'all It's like that, like that

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Credits

Writers
  • Big Kwam
  • M.C.M. (UK)
  • Q-Major (UK)
  • Tru (AKA E-Tru)