Like Me - MaxPtah, Rapper Big Pooh, Tonya Dyson

It’s Rapper, I thought I told y’all man

I thought I told y’all ain’t nobody like me

Y’all don’t listen

So I suggest you pay attention

Get a little closer to the speaker

Yep, that’s what they saying when I step in the place

Should’ve seen the blank look on their face

I tell 'em pick up the pace

Double time when you run my race

Hip Hop buffet, come get you a taste

Cement my place, let you get chased

You Touch and Teasing tracks just like Case

I swallow beats whole after I say grace

Make rappers run back to the lord just like Ma$e

Inmates in a hole, number one on the pole

I’m just heating up but I’m Chi-Town cold

I’m California soul, god break the mould

Told y’all in the beginning that I will not fold

I will not move, never, however

Bit of good news, me and 9th got together

I suggest you pay attention to the future

Dirty Pretty Things ain’t my only maneuver no

I told y’all dudes before

That I’m the shit and I ain’t never gon' stop (I ain’t never gon' stop)

I told y’all dudes before

Now step aside as I rise to the top (as I rise to the top)

I told y’all dudes before

Can’t nobody do it like me (nobody do it like me)

I told y’all niggas before

So put your hands where my eyes can see (where my eyes can see)

From the moment of birth I’ve been combing the earth

I realised that I’m a soldier that’s alone in my search

A wordsmith, I’m never at a shortage for words

I burn spliffs but I’ve never had a shortage of herb

You see, I’m from Southern Cali where the green in abundant

And an ounce of the kush put me back three-hundred

I came in the game, they ain’t even seen me coming

Till I started freestyling, I had the streets buzzing

My first single was a certified street club hit

I went from having three cousins to three-dozen

And my groupie game stepped up, the broads keep coming

Even mean mugging OGs in the streets love it

They see something in me, a young Bonifacio

Brush hit the canvas, I’m a young Picasso

With the flow so dope, it can numb your nostrils

Ohh yeah y’all, here come Roscoe, Umali!

Okay, yeah, I used to think it was a miracle for this to be hearable

But listen to your stereo while you eating your cereal

Bumping 'Pac hits like they was old Negro spirituals

People telling me inevitably I’ll be imperial

But pivotal instances can only make you critical

When writing from my heart homies saying that it’s lyrical

Hustle from my living room, knowing that my liver doomed

I ain’t gon' be living soon, take a trip to Liverpool

This’ll be an interview, small chronic interlude

Dip in the Pacific and I’m floating like an inner tube

Work into my dinner doo and I’m a vegetarian

Somebody test for spinach, underneath the ground I bury 'em

Homies falling off, I guess I got to carry 'em

Women fall in love but you know I never marry 'em

I’m music to the heart, Jimi Hendrix color reefer

And Jam Master Jay face is all on my sneakers