Quite Like Me

Nothing sounds quite like me You try to steal my beat But you really need to breathe I see how you feel underneath Try to keep it away but I seem To always just slay for no reason I’ve been dominating the charts You’ve been serenading your heart And you know just what I mean when I say I win a lot I have just reached number one And I’ve turned you to a pun And every fucking day you still don’t say that I have now won You still have this vision where you’re in at number one You feel like dissing? Well then, listen - you’re skill is none I’m the king of rap and you can never take my crown You can think the gap is small but you never take me down Everyday another ho, another motherfucker Challenges me to a rap battle but I just don’t want to Cause their skill is so low that I’d just write one line Then suddenly their self-doubt stops them from rapping grime Then I push them off the stage and only I have the limelight My eyes are nearly blinded from the spotlight, it shines bright I squint, for a bit, until my eyes have stopped burning I spit, I feel lit, I keep roasting them like sick burn, bitch If anybody does that shit they know I’m coming for them And that’s why people get scared every time they approach my door, huh Yeah, things are really starting to heat up Vanilla Ice has to leave, he can’t keep up He wants to keep, his life in a speaker So he can repeat, Ice Ice Baby within reason Listen up, y’all hoes, y’all about to get stoned From me my fans want a lot Like I’m some kind of a god Who ain’t afraid to get shot But who’s approaching me with a glock? Nobody, that’s cause nobody even has the guts No shot in, I score before their strategy works Where you getting your food from? I can’t provide it, I’m like lightning Cause I STRIKE! (Echo STRIKE, strike) My enemies down, they riding a trike It’d be better for them to stay riding a bike Yeah, my verses long like Eminem’s are But he’d probably shove that comparison up my arse Cause my rapping is slower, I have a different style And on the count of three, I’ll find I’m in the wild I think my fans are fighting for my tickets There ain’t many cause I didn’t think I was this big, innit But one thing I do know is that I am from Britain No patriotism from me, no, I do the real shit And just so you’re aware in the moment, I know there are a few Stans out there So just think for a moment, ‘bout how busy life is right now, yeah? I’m spitting these bars like I’m a Martian From Mars, but it’s hard to justify action shit You may think I’m not human, and you’re right Because I’m cuter than Utah, got more scars than a four star I don’t need that, cause I’m high, I’m on crack Your bitch has a fat back, so you know Imma put my thing in that You seriously don’t get what I’m saying, do you Wait - I’m not saying this shit, anyway, I’m rapping, woohoo If I’m about to explode then I’m about to blow Take another photo and get on my motorhome Cause you are not a ho, no, but I won’t show a ho, no Going out on the low, disguised, is the hardest part of having foes, deny You are worrying about what I’m doing here When your health is the problem of me drooling here Now take a fucking look at me and say that I am not bad Well, you can’t because you know that I’m a psychopath A very antisocial person that I am, too You don’t wanna be alone with me, you’d die very soon I have a mountain to climb, so please don’t waste my time And while we’re all alive, let’s celebrate our lives Me and my mates are high, they want me to rap, why? And this will be the final line, it wasn’t absolutely shite