The Difference - L'Orange, Blu, eLZhi

«The difference between me and them» «Skills»

«I gotta be me, I gotta be fresh»

«Start sleepin', catchin' you off guard»

«I'm the definition of ill» «You not an MC»

B-L-U from out the live, sell the truth

I keep a female or two, thought you was fly, fell off the roof

I never fell off from Blu

I wrapped the planet like the ocean and I flow like the breeze

I’m after green because I’m blue and 'cause I smoke lots of green

Leave microphones broken with ease, squeeze until speakers bleed

Please, if my tongue was like a gun I bust it like a Desert Eas'

Never question the expertise, I’m a Letterman

On a veteran team, niggas could never be better than

Got more stripes than the peppermint or Parisian tees

There’s no comparing 'em to, who?

Any challenger will get embarrassed with ease

They used to speak highly of you till you fell like the leaves

In the fall, all them times you thought you would be boss

But got crossed off the list, don’t trip

My flow thick, I’m so hard, my whole squad all-stars

Rough, rugged and raw, it’s all ours

The magician waved a long finger at the girl and said

«The difference between me and them» «Skills»

«I gotta be me, I gotta be fresh»

«Start sleepin', catchin' you off guard»

«I'm the definition of ill» «You not an MC»

«The difference between me and them» «Skills»

«I gotta be me, I gotta be fresh»

«Start sleepin', catchin' you off guard»

«Around rappers, I’m bound to sleep»

Look, PSA

Y’all plain jane like sneaking Mary past TSA

That contain strains of Reggie

You wouldn’t feel I was edgy if I ain’t know the ledge

I put the nail in the coffin below the sledgehammer

For your grandma, rather you sink or you rise notches

Y’all can catch my sneaker size, not just

These hands that move like synchronized watches

You hate I was given a gift, then sue me

Since I got the juice and your pulp’s fiction, we living in a different movie

You’re just a brash type, some little shit that turned into a asswipe

Throwing rocks at a glass house that should be for a glass pipe

Street cred was charged to the game until last swipe

Where all my fruits and labor are past ripe

What, what, I been local

On labels that threw me inside a chokehold

Just so that I couldn’t be vocal

And it must’ve sucked, you tried to put a diamond in a clusterfuck

But what’s a Cadillac with a diamond to a monster truck

«The difference between me and them» «Skills»

«I gotta be me, I gotta be fresh»

«Start sleepin', catchin' you off guard»

«I'm the definition of ill» «You not an MC»

«The difference between me and them» «Skills»

«I gotta be me, I gotta be fresh»

«Start sleepin', catchin' you off guard»

«Around rappers, I’m bound to sleep»

Got my heckles up