Theophilus London - I Ain't Like the Rest of 'Em lyrics

[Intro - Valley Girl] Hey, you look really familiar Do you know who you look like? Oh wait, oh my god, do you know who you sound Oh my god I can't believe this, do you know who you act like? (Wait a minute) [Hook] I, I, I ain't like the Rest of 'em (x4) Huh ah, I ain't givin you much (x4) [Verse 1 - Theophilus] Now I'm smoother than the guy on the zero line Been doing my thoing and now it's time to give me mine Attention, it's Thelonious baby See they leave you alone, they know that you crazy Now listen, I'm what the games been missing Champ with the Mic like Pippen Heh heh, heh heh Lately ain't no competition And I was thinking this while fishing, get 'em Attention, you know that it's on baby You feeling the song, then ring the alarm baby I'm cool and collected you know that I'm calm baby Don't f** with me I warn baby it's on daily Now I be playing games with the fiddler You could get twisted like a twizzler Look up in the mirroror, tell me do you see thing clearerer All black looking like Viscera He Huh huh [Hook] I, I, I ain't like the Rest of 'em (x4) Huh ah, I ain't givin you much (x4) [Verse 2 - Mickey] Now I'm the focus of discussion for the past month My swag's up, like a museum you can't touch This, I ain't a MC with a hammer But I'll turn this mother out from New York to Alabama (And I) Let them know that I'm a hot problem Why you think everybody's blogging? You better log on, my buzz off the internet I got SK's and a text, different kits every set And for the last time I am not a hipster I'm more of a mixture of a blister, and mister Perfect, my verses you'll worship like scriptures Plus I get merchy, I probably f**ed your sisters So if I put gold kicks on in the pictures Don't mean that I won't hit you, with the FutureSounds to make you cry me a river 'Til it's a Timberlake and you're a swimmer Nikkaaaaa [Hook] I, I, I ain't like the Rest of 'em (x4) Huh ah, I ain't givin you much (x4) [Verse 3 - Theophilus] Theophilus is here, this sh** right here Mickey is right here, this is our year Do you see that glare this sh** ain't fair This sh** right here? This sh** right here Saint is right there, Steve is right here You close your eyes, I'm your nightmare I just don't care, music you hear Y'all got me mad, this is severe [Verse 4 - Mickey] Before you say sh** to me Go check my history I used to rap about mad violence and misery Never shot a gun, so I had an epiphany Gotta kick what I feel is real to me, listen B Now who invited you to get smashed up Oil prices is high, but nobody told you to get ga**ed up I understand that you want to man up But give an a**ist to God, this is something you should've pa**ed up [Hook] I, I, I ain't like the Rest of 'em (x4) Huh ah, I ain't givin you much (x4)