Other MC's - Haiku D'Etat

We’re not like them other MC’s

We’re not like your everyday average savage MC

We’re not like these other rappers claimin' to be

I’m me I’m me (you control you own destiny)

Although my plan is close to yours we’re galaxies apart

I’m not a mark, I’m not the man who built the ark but we’re related

I’m not the sucker MC that you hated so much

I don’t speak Greek, Vietnamese or Dutch when the mic is in my clutch

I’m not a jock (you a jock?) (nope)

Don’t play hockey or soccer (nope)

Not a clocker to top it off I’m an excellent mic rocker (yes)

Go north of Crenshaw?

past?

behind the?

park

And you better bring your blu blockers cause I shine when I get sparked

On them like a staircase

I’m on the elevator to the top of the paper chase

I communicate with Ace one and Mic nine

Write rhymes face to face

And I like a white line eight oh eight is my bass

I chop it up with the needle go back and forth with the scratch

Don’t need a razor blade to cut dope like that

The studio is my delivery room

My baby is born a new name and a rap tune

It’s all logical we’re all philosophical

We in to eatin' falafels and underground fossils

We sound gospel with a jazz ear

MC’s sound like how we sounded last year

But I ain’t trippin'

I crack a beer I have no fear of biters

My atmosphere is full of survivors

Now like a simile and like my energy is like anyone else’s

When Ab’s done you can have some I ain’t selfish

Uh, now this is how you supposed to come

My brain is a sponge

Regurgitating honestly but I’ve been in and been from

This rap game ain’t really all of what you call fun

Somebody wake you in the morning tell you «you ain’t gotta go away you gotta

run»

Nigga to nigga, nigga to bitch, nigga to gawk, nigga made a quick switch to all

God got wily gawked to Earth essence to see?

tulips and twerps?

Labels and national and worldwide and since birth

And that could be a hella ride for a brother with an ego, head might burst

But first things knowledge

Your listening to an operation of colors who are polished

Concocted within concealed labs

I can cock back with the Glock quick

Dirt’s the work on the block quick so I circle

I roll with?

oxic?, and touch is toxic

My niggas fly heads like a plane nose-dived crashed cockpit

Don’t ask to stop shit we just disturbed

I’m not that triple bunk punk I’m fool I’m tough

You wanna touch down from the piznills and iznils

I’m nothin with the double L ?, remember?

I’m not the coolest in the street

Programmed in the hole in my?

slumber

We’re not like them other MC’s

We’re not like your everyday average savage MC

We’re not like these other rappers claimin' to be