Us3 - It's Like That lyrics

Hey, yo, kid, bust this, it's time to drop the flavor I'm fly as can be, I'm rhymin' on my good behavior From New York City kickin' dope rhymes that you savor Take it from the top, I cut MCs just like a razor It's time to kick, 'cause I always do the trick The sh** that you always poppin' all amount to a flick Stick n***a's up with the hype rhyme filled with ammo Blast from the past bullets pa**in' through your abdomen Rin tin tin I troop in on the bins My friends is down in the dumps, 'cause I cashed in on the wins Hens and chickens layin' low, s**er n***a's don't know That I can kick the mad ballistics plus I'm wreckin' every show Sew it up, you got static? 'Cause I'm better than the next chump so don't panic 'Cause I'm a wet you with my sk**s, still chill, got the crispy bills 'Cause it's like that the way it is, get off the dills and it's like that You've got to give me props I'm on the way to the top Stop, I think I just heard a pin drop 'Cause you're stunned by the way I came off my head Ted Turn the packs to burner and I put heads to bed Fed up but I'm still just too legit to quit I sit in my girly's lap while I'm kissin' on her lips Girls love to lick 'em up and up and down and all around But only if their s**ual history is sound I'm a brown skinned medallion, code name mic stallion Takin' over brothers that are dillyin' and dallyin' I'm rallyin' like Al Sharpton, militant youth Booth built for the DJ, hooked up and sound proofed Seein' is believin' yo believin' is my method So believe me when I say that it's the party that I'm wreckin' Sinbad the sailor couldn't take me out And I hope your a** don't take that route and it's like that Steady as I flow I row row row your boat I got a castle in Brackerlack with sharks in my moat So use the drawbridge and pave way while I say Hi-C and Rahsaan are down until the break of day And like he man I have the power I like my chicken from the china man but make it sweet And sour devour all other wack MCs And when I windsurf nature gives me a breeze 'Cause it's a new jack kickin' rhymes like Jackie Chan I got a year round tan 'cause I'm a brother man I'm travellin' in style I gotta pa** the first cla** 'Cause it's time to give rappin' some pizzazz So the B-boys from Brooklyn breakin' bones for the bucks I never ever sell out but I still own a tux Huh, I make short work of your crew Hi-C the beast master kick the funky for you and it's like that