Mike Boyd - Familiar lyrics

[Intro: DJ IV & Cla**ified] Don't it sound a bit familiar? Yeah, like this Don't it sound a bit familiar? Like this Don't it sound a bit familiar? Bring the noise, come on To the break of dawn it's on [Verse 1: Cla**ified & Mic Boyd] Now when the East is in the house, Oh My God, danger I'm not a law breaker I'm a law changer Coming from the woods, I'm a park ranger I run my empire like Darth Vader Pack it up, pack it in, Mike Boyd and Cla** again Don't it sound familiar man? We causing shenanigans We got the same parents, but we both ba*tards We so a** backwards, like the writing on ambulances Now let's get it all in perspective For all y'all enjoyment, a song y'all connect with I been through the trenches, fought, and found the exit Erase my past like old tax permaxes It's like everywhere I look, and everywhere I go All these MCs nowadays sounding very old But I'm feeling brand new, suited up like Harry Gold Ready for another round like Larry Holmes [Hook] Don't it sound a bit familiar? To the break of dawn it's on Bring the noise Don't it sound a bit familiar? Something like this Yeah Boy No matter how I try I just can't get this off my mind I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy [Verse 2: Cla**ified & Mic Boyd] I'm about to hit you with that traditional style I call rocking We at shows stomping, proceed without caution No you can't block it, I pick and roll off him Spit it with no options, until I hit exhaustion Hit you with no delayin', so what you saying 'yo?' Chillin' for a minute, I'll admit I'm laying low Like a student pa**ed the letters, I'm the teacher taking notes I've been watchin', tauntin', but now I'm breaking out And I'm thinking of a master plan You better work it out and get your practice man Damn a lot of time is waste to get it wasted We half in a bag like potato sack races I see no changes, nah all I see is racist faces And these tasteless haters, so I stay sedated And we crop out the negative like Photoshop Yes yes y'all and it don't stop [Hook] [Verse 3: Cla**ified & Mike Boyd] Yo Mic is chilling, Cla** is chilling What more can I say we stay k**ing 'em We are, ya I said it we are Never are on the honor roll, but we got the streets smart Never had to act tough, never tried to be hard Never went to jail, and I've never seen the ER Ain't nothing like ba** to put a smile on your face You can hear the 808 from a mile away And if you see the smoke blowing, then we are higher than planes Those Boys and their childish ways [Hook]