Like Like - KIllarmy, 9th Prince

Yeah, like… yeah

So 740 like… yeah, yeah

It’s like, it’s like

I’mma set it off like, then kill it like

Like just the way you like and make you feel it, like

Got fire from the gats peel, like

It’s 740 like, Steuby Steuby like

The killing field like, my mentality is fucked up like

Like I don’t give a fuck, like

Like, I don’t even like you, like

Like, you the snake type

Give me 50 feet like, I got 25 niggas like

That’s 50 toasters like, that’s so much heat, like

Enough to burn beef like

To a crisp like, the words that I speak like

The steps that I take, and the moves that I make

And the jewels that I spit like, are so precise like

Marksmen type, don’t fuck around and get

Wesley Sniped, or get your hair cut by the blade like

To the white meat, like, to the grissle, like

It’s ShoGun, Mr. Pistol, like

Deadly the dart, like, on the mic, like

D.D.C.

like, Alibastor St. Troy

The first wit your bitch ass, like

Southside muthafucka, what up though, like

That’s how I’m signing the fuck out though, like, like

For real, like

Blowing smoke like Popeye out his pipe

Everything I write’s out of sight, and start a mic fight, like

Hype off the white-white, my shit so dark

You might need a night light, like

I don’t like these imitators, Killarmy

The militant innovators, like, right?

I’m a legend in this rap game, all lanes

Be aware of the unexplained

The Granddaddy Flow, bitches understand the name

Dragon breath niggas spitting flames that burn like propane

Now chill, let the God build, be still

Guns conceal, this year, yo, we gotta make a mil' like a dollar bill

Like a dollar bill and build like Crazy Legs breakdancing like windmills

I’m like mad skill, lay bell, now on the run like treadmills

Me and P.R., is like Batman & Robin

We like Shan and Al Sharpton

We like swords that stay sharpened