Mickey Factz, Theophilus London - I Ain't Like the Rest of 'Em lyrics
[Mickey Factz, Theophilus London - I Ain't Like the Rest of 'Em lyrics]
Hey, you look really familiar
Do you know who you look like?
Oh wait, oh my god, do you know who you sound
Oh my god I can't believe this
Do you know who you act like?
(Wait a minute)
I, I, I ain't like the Rest of 'em
Huh ah, I ain't givin you much
Now I'm smoother than the guy
On the zero line
Been doing my thoing and now it's
Time to give me mine
Attention, it's Thelonious baby
See they leave you alone
They know that you crazy
Now listen, I'm what the games been missing
Champ with the Mic like Pippen
Heh heh, heh heh lately ain't no competition
And I was thinking this while fishing
Get 'em
Attention, you know that it's on baby
You feeling the song
Then ring the alarm baby
I'm cool and collected you know
That I'm calm baby
Don't fuck with me I warn baby it's on daily
Now I be playing games with the fiddler
You could get twisted like a twizzler
Look up in the mirroror
Tell me do you see thing clearerer
All black looking like Viscera he Huh huh
I, I, I ain't like the Rest of 'em
Huh ah, I ain't givin you much
Now I'm the focus of discussion
For the past month
My swag's up, like a museum you can't touch
This, I ain't a MC with a hammer
But I'll turn this mother out
From New York to Alabama (And I)
Let them know that I'm a hot problem
Why you think everybody's blogging?
You better log on, my buzz off the internet
I got SK's and a text
Different kit's every set
And for the last time I am not a hipster
I'm more of a mixture of a blister
And mister perfect, my verses you'll
Worship like scriptures plus I get merchy
I probably fucked your sisters
So if I put gold kicks on in the pictures
Don't mean that I won't hit you, with the
FutureSounds to make you cry me a river
'Til it's a Timberlake and you're a swimmer
Nikkaaaaa
I, I, I ain't like the Rest of 'em
Huh ah, I ain't givin you much
Theophilus is here, this shit right here
Mickey is right here, this is our year
Do you see that glare this shit ain't fair
This shit right here? This shit right here
Saint is right there, Steve is right here
You close your eyes, I'm your nightmare
I just don't care, music you hear
Y'all got me mad, this is severe
Before you say shit to me
Go check my history
I used to rap about mad violence and misery
Never shot a gun, so I had an epiphany
Gotta kick what I feel is real to me
Listen B
Now who invited you to get smashed up
Oil prices is high
But nobody told you to get gassed up
I understand that you want to man up
But give an assist to God
This is something you should've passed up
I, I, I ain't like the Rest of 'em
Huh ah, I ain't givin you much
Do you know who you look like?
Oh wait, oh my god, do you know who you sound
Oh my god I can't believe this
Do you know who you act like?
(Wait a minute)
I, I, I ain't like the Rest of 'em
Huh ah, I ain't givin you much
Now I'm smoother than the guy
On the zero line
Been doing my thoing and now it's
Time to give me mine
Attention, it's Thelonious baby
See they leave you alone
They know that you crazy
Now listen, I'm what the games been missing
Champ with the Mic like Pippen
Heh heh, heh heh lately ain't no competition
And I was thinking this while fishing
Get 'em
Attention, you know that it's on baby
You feeling the song
Then ring the alarm baby
I'm cool and collected you know
That I'm calm baby
Don't fuck with me I warn baby it's on daily
Now I be playing games with the fiddler
You could get twisted like a twizzler
Look up in the mirroror
Tell me do you see thing clearerer
All black looking like Viscera he Huh huh
I, I, I ain't like the Rest of 'em
Huh ah, I ain't givin you much
Now I'm the focus of discussion
For the past month
My swag's up, like a museum you can't touch
This, I ain't a MC with a hammer
But I'll turn this mother out
From New York to Alabama (And I)
Let them know that I'm a hot problem
Why you think everybody's blogging?
You better log on, my buzz off the internet
I got SK's and a text
Different kit's every set
And for the last time I am not a hipster
I'm more of a mixture of a blister
And mister perfect, my verses you'll
Worship like scriptures plus I get merchy
I probably fucked your sisters
So if I put gold kicks on in the pictures
Don't mean that I won't hit you, with the
FutureSounds to make you cry me a river
'Til it's a Timberlake and you're a swimmer
Nikkaaaaa
I, I, I ain't like the Rest of 'em
Huh ah, I ain't givin you much
Theophilus is here, this shit right here
Mickey is right here, this is our year
Do you see that glare this shit ain't fair
This shit right here? This shit right here
Saint is right there, Steve is right here
You close your eyes, I'm your nightmare
I just don't care, music you hear
Y'all got me mad, this is severe
Before you say shit to me
Go check my history
I used to rap about mad violence and misery
Never shot a gun, so I had an epiphany
Gotta kick what I feel is real to me
Listen B
Now who invited you to get smashed up
Oil prices is high
But nobody told you to get gassed up
I understand that you want to man up
But give an assist to God
This is something you should've passed up
I, I, I ain't like the Rest of 'em
Huh ah, I ain't givin you much