Not_Alike__feat__Royce_Da_5_9_

[00:00.35] Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up!

[00:06.11] Yeah

[00:13.63] Brain dead, eye drops

[00:15.14] Pain meds, cyclops

[00:16.90] Daybed, iPod

[00:18.65] "May-back," Maybach

[00:20.41] Trainwrecks, sidewalks

[00:21.91] Payless, high-tops

[00:23.66] K-Fed, iHop

[00:25.42] Playtex, icebox

[00:27.17] That's how much we have in common (Yah!)

[00:28.67] That's how much we have in common (whoa!)

[00:30.67] Up on this mic when we're on it (Yah)

[00:32.18] That's how much we have in common (Yuh!)

[00:34.18] That's how much we have in common (Woo!)

[00:35.93] That's how much we have in common

[00:37.18] We are not alike, there's nada like us on the mic (Yah!)

[00:40.52] I don't do Jordans and Audemars

[00:42.78] I do explosions and Molotovs

[00:44.53] Y'all blowin' smoke as if y'all ain't washed

[00:46.28] I blow the smoke from the car exhaust

[00:47.79] Flyin' to a party I am not invited to, feelin' like the streets need me

[00:51.55] I ain't gotta dance long as my Ferrari Spider move like C Breezy

[00:54.56] I don't gotta hire goons

[00:55.81] I'd rather try to buy the moon and breathe freely

[00:58.31] The sky is blue, the tires new

[00:59.57] The Maserati white and cool like G-Eazy

[01:01.57] Why these dudes tryna figure out

[01:03.07] How to do a freestyle as fly as me? (Why?)

[01:05.08] I'm confused tryna figure out how to do Kapri Styles and Mya G

[01:08.35] Everybody doin' chick joints

[01:10.11] Probably rob these little dudes at fist point

[01:11.86] 'Member everybody used to bite Nickel

[01:13.61] Now everybody doin' Bitcoin

[01:15.11] We don't got nothin' in common (No!)

[01:16.62] We don't got nothin' in common (No!)

[01:18.37] Y'all into stuff like doubled-up Styrofoam cups

[01:20.88] On them uppers-and-downers (Woo!)

[01:22.13] I'm into stuff like doublin' commas

[01:23.88] Find me a brother who's solid

[01:25.13] To count the shit up and then bust the shit down

[01:26.89] When the cops hit us up, we can flush the shit down

[01:28.64] We cannot give a fuck, shit, a fuckin' colonic

[01:30.14] Sellin' your cock and your butt for a follower

[01:31.89] Possible couple of dollars, you powder sniff

[01:33.90] Now you slippin', call it a power trip, a product of politics

[01:36.15] Y'all went from profit and toppin' the charts

[01:37.91] To dropped in the park in a pile of shit

[01:39.41] Knowledge is power, but powerless

[01:40.67] If you've got it and you do not acknowledge it

[01:42.44] Y'all music sound like Dr. Seuss inspired it

[01:44.20] Hirin' strippers, prostitutes retirin'

[01:45.70] We can spit it for your advance

[01:47.20] I'm fit to be king, you're cut out to fit in Prince pants

[01:49.45] You niggas—

[01:49.95] Brain dead, eye drops

[01:51.23] Pain meds, cyclops

[01:52.98] Daybed, iPod

[01:54.49] "May-back," Maybach

[01:56.24] Trainwrecks, sidewalks

[01:58.00] Payless, high-tops

[01:59.75] K-Fed, iHop

[02:01.50] Playtex, icebox

[02:03.25] That's how much we have in common (Yah!)

[02:04.77] That's how much we have in common (whoa!)

[02:06.53] Up on this mic when we're on it (Yah)

[02:08.53] That's how much we have in common (Yuh!)

[02:10.28] That's how much we have in common (Woo!)

[02:12.03] That's how much we have in common

[02:13.28] We are not alike, there's nada like us—

[02:15.54] You say you're affiliated with murderers, killers (Ayy!)

[02:17.54] The people you run with are thuggin' (Gang!)

[02:19.29] But you just a wannabe gunner (Gang!)

[02:21.05] Like you was gonna do somethin'

[02:22.80] Actin' like you catchin' bodies (Ayy!)

[02:24.30] And you got juice, lil' youngin', you buggin'

[02:26.30] You ain't never even been charged in connection with battery

[02:28.06] Bitch, you ain't plugged into nothin'

[02:29.56] Rap God spit lyrical bullets (Pew!)

[02:31.07] And gats cock, your partners better tool up

[02:32.82] This has not to do with muscular

[02:34.32] But have guns for sure, you better put a

[02:36.33] Strap on, other words if you're gonna

[02:37.83] Roll up with your (Gang!) you're gon' need a arsenal

[02:40.58] 'Cause this bar is over your head

[02:42.09] So you better—[*gun cock*]—have arms if you're gonna pull up (Skrrt!)

[02:44.09] Oh, you run the streets, huh?

[02:45.84] Now you wanna come and fuck with me, huh?

[02:47.60] This little cock-sucker, he must be feelin' himself

[02:49.56] He wants to keep up his tough demeanour

[02:51.81] So he does a feature, decides to team up with N9na

[02:54.56] But next time you don't gotta use Tech N9ne

[02:55.81] If you wanna come at me with a sub, Machine Gun

[02:57.82] And I'm talkin' to you

[02:58.83] But you already know who the fuck you are, Kelly

[03:01.08] I don't use sublims and sure as fuck don't sneak-diss

[03:03.58] But keep commenting on my daughter Hailie

[03:05.34] I keep on telling motherfuckers

[03:06.59] But just in case you forgot really and need Ja memories jarred like strawberry or pineapple apricot jelly

[03:11.36] I respond rarely, but this time Shady 'bout to sound off

[03:13.37] Like a fuckin' cocked semi-Glock demi-god

[03:14.87] Let me put a fuckin' silencer on this little

[03:16.37] Non-threatening blond fairy cornball takin' shots at me

[03:18.38] You're not ready, fool, break yourself like Rock Steady Crew

[03:20.80] Obviously, I'm not getting through

[03:22.05] We can get it poppin' like Redenbach, letting off like Remy Ma

[03:24.81] Heavy artille—ry, Godzilla harsh with a hard shell

[03:27.07] With a motherfucking heart bigger than Bizarre's belly

[03:28.57] Only time you'll ever say I lost

[03:30.07] You'll be talkin' 'bout Fetty Wap, better call Diddy

[03:32.33] Just to try to get me off

[03:33.33] And you better hope I don't call Trick Trick

[03:34.84] Bitch, this shit don't fly in our city

[03:36.34] Punk, you don't disrespect OGs, R.I.P. Prodigy

[03:39.09] Sold Dre my soul and then told him the moment he signed me

[03:41.85] That I'll be the most hated, though made it

[03:43.35] So that there's no shame, it's okay to own it

[03:44.85] 'Cause life is a bitch, she's a bow-legged ho

[03:46.36] But now those days are over

[03:47.36] I Harvey Weinstein a bathrobe hanging open

[03:49.12] My code name is groper, I role play with lotion

[03:50.87] I fuck the whole world then I throw away the Trojan

[03:52.63] Old lederhosen with home-made explosives

[03:54.89] I blow 80 holes in you

[03:56.14] Don't make me go in, I OJ the flows

[03:57.64] And I'm insult to injury, Rolaids to Goldman

[03:59.40] I'm throat spray and Motrin, I throated Nicole

[04:01.16] As they both there to choke and my whole blade is soakin'

[04:03.16] I double-edge sword it 'cause one place I poke and

[04:04.66] I stick and I turn in a rotating motion

[04:06.42] Invisible with the pen, I'm at the pinnacle of sick individuals

[04:09.42] Stick my dick and put the tip in at minimal

[04:11.13] I'm fuckin' these syllables, I let 'em lick on my genitals

[04:13.13] I'm a fucking invincible, indefensible, despicable, difficult prick

[04:15.69] A little bit unpredictable, I spit the formidable

[04:16.72] That you bitches fuckin' with, the original

[04:18.22] I consider me and Nickel identical—but not us

[04:20.66] The only thing we have in common's I'm a dick and you suck

[04:23.41] Otherwise one has nothin' to do with the other

[04:25.66] None come close to skunk, bug, soldier

[04:27.16] Tongue, shrub, shoulder, one month older

[04:28.67] Sponge, mug, folder, nun, rug, holster

[04:30.42] Lug nut, coaster, lung, jug, roaster

[04:32.17] Young Thug poster, unplugged toaster

[04:34.18] That's how much we have in common (Yah!)

[04:35.93] That's how much we have in common (whoa!)

[04:37.68] Up on this mic when we're on it (Yah)

[04:39.44] That's how much we have in common (Yeah!)

[04:40.94] That's how much we have in common (Woo!)

[04:42.95] That's how much we have in common

[04:43.95] We are not alike, there's nada like us—

[04:45.95] (Man, fuck this shit, let's go)