Sound Like…

It sounds like we back to the part where you get reminded

Where catching everything that you thought will make you rewind it

Like everything you knew that you caught, you still behind it

So everything you get is in parts, like it's consignment

Part of it sounds more like sitting under the floor might

Be enough to sit you above what all the applause like

And all of the applause is singing in uniform right?

And then you take note what these harmonies can harm like

It sounds like smoke outta the scope how the grey on

And then the smoke clears and everybody you play gone

And may ya'll, continue to pray on who you root on

Like stay on and make a seance out of a nuance

And say y'all get in the way of what I been due on

My catalog is like Avon meets brother Mouzone

Threw y'all a 3 peat and we bout to part 4 it

You either part for it or parkour it

This what it sound like

When you give the sound light

And everything above it wind up under the ground like

If everything above it is the reason it sound right

Then it was cut from it but it's cut out around like... bet it that...

It sounds like raising a.45 and making the floor rise

All while explaining apartheid

All while changing a car ride to aiming at off sides

All while playing the Pharcyde, and pray if the car dies

That you was low enough to get lost by

Whoever had a set on your door side

Closer than a rear view, low as it appears to

Where they grow weight and throw weight like Amir do

And at The Roots of it all there be more to adhere to

Say to do what you do with your arms if you can bear to

It sounds like a fist in the air meets a brick in the air

Meets baguettes meets the vision impaired

Or it sounds like visions in pairs

And depending on how you pronounce both is what'll get to appear

It sounds like rug money that turn into plug money

That turn into overturning the plug's money, this what it sound like

This what it sound like

When you give the sound light

And everything above it wind up under the ground like

If everything above it is the reason it sound right

Then it was cut from it but it's cut out around like... bet it that...

And bet it that it sounds like a run that ain't nobody ever ran on

Ship it how I whip it, no dance on, you get your Stan on

For whoever they got you beside

Until your G drop out when it be time to align

Line up like twelve when they be Tryna collide

They add you on by Tryna divide, another time

Know me, know I put the sublime in the subliminal

Your fanbase wanna bid something, mine done did a few

And when your fave is spitting that shit and you seem surprised

I'm Eric betting with Kyle, I'm feeding 'em from behind

Word to Kenny, all this works, who working with me?

'Cause it was either work out a verse or work a semi

Box out like Hakeem, 30/20

Threw the pump fake and they're thinking I work for semi

'Lotta lines, I'll leave you the time to go and break those

Meanwhile I'm ducking from plain clothes

'Cause this what it sounds like...