They Don't Like My Style Video (MV)

Yo Chale Def you de hear these guys?
Hmm I hear them Oh and them small talk
Yeah anytime I go get on the track them de there
Just de talk talk say I de sound like this like this
Make em here something man, tell them something
Yo I swear these clowns be getting on my nerves man
When them come sef chale
Them no know say we been doing this since day one?
Make em go find some place and sit down somewhere
Bitch ass Niggas
They don't like my style any time
I spit a verse these niggas bickering around
Man his accent so deep why he sound
Jamaican he look African or he must be Haitian
I'm a motherland son the aggression is painful
This piece give you peace have u looking unstable
All about my business, don't talk to em labels
D Berno slum-dog chopped it up in the Gables
You know I hate these snitches talk around like bitches
Get close, fake smiles then they creep like leaches
I swear to God these boys never cease to amaze me
They fake, they talk, the gossip and they move like ladies
Hah! you don't ma style
Quit lying Heard you got the cold world on blast
Mice trap got you feeling all stuck in the past
Saw the vision from above call that's a forecast
Mhmm
They don't like my style? Okay
You don't like my style? Okay
You don't like my style
All this while you've been stalking
Boy you must be a fan
Mhmm
You dont like my style anytime
I'm on the track these niggas bickering around
Why the hook sound good he must have bought it
Nah he didn't write it, it came with package
Man get off ma dick, and mind ya business
Two shades of black I been that man since
You don't love your self your persona is all minced
Iokno know what you smoking but them thoughts dissolve quick
You ain't making no sense you contradicting yourself- quit
D.boys move in silence they don't show off their own lick
Comfy in own shoes I don't care what y'all speak, uh
The louder the words, the stronger the echoes
Thats why I advise y'all youngns protect your egos yea
Karma is a bitch it will always find you
Don't need no assessments your image is see through
And I still remain the same like radar backwards
Mhmm
They don't like my style? Okay
You don't like my style?
You don't like my style
All this while you've been stalking
Boy you must be a fan
Mhmm
They don't like my flow
Any time I drop a freestyle he copied the style
He don't sound so good he need some metaphors
Or some similes so he can grab attention
Boy I ain't no rapper But a poet with mean pen
Why you think they stay building the bullpen
Profits , prophets and the drugs with the airmen
Bars over ya head tranquilizing emotions
Hanging with em China boys sipping some potions
Or find me with them Rastas blowing som' potent
I don't trust nobody ma resident evil
Still praying that day when we all get freedom
Cathedrals deceitful them offerings is gleeful
They ain't taxing them why you taxing the people's
They used to criticize it, now they legalized it
As long as the getting the bread they might synthesize it
Long story short better watch what you smoke cuz
Nowadays the pot heads looking like they on coke
Stay woke soak some tunes get ya mind out the gutter
And them words you utter might make someone bitter
It's an eye for an eye that's why I see things clearer
Another day another dollar there's more to discover uh
They don't like my style? Okay
You don't like my style? Suit yourself
You don't like my style
All this while you've been stalking
Boy you must be a fan
Mhmm
Scrap City ma Nigga We in this till we D.I.E
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