Sound Like...

At the core of it, there's a warmth

There's a bit of facetiousness

There's a bit of irony

Those are the things that, that life consists of

That's always been in my bag and always will be

Because it's within me

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

Where catchin' everything that thought 'll make you rewind it

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

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

Part of it sounds more like sittin' under the floor might

Be enough to sit you above what all the applause like

And all the applause is singin' in uniform like

And then you take note what these harmonies can harm like

It sound like smoke outta the scope, how the grey on

And then the smoke clears and everybody you play gone

And may y'all continue to pray on what you root on

Like stay on and make seance out of a nuance

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

My catalogue is like Avon meets Brother Mouzone

Threw y'all a three-peat and we 'bout to part four it

You either part for it or parkour it

This what it sound like

When you get a sound light

And everything above it wind up underground like

If everything above it is the reason it sound right

Then it was cut from it, but it's cut out of round like

Bet it that

That it sound like raisin' a four-five and makin' the floor rise

All while explainin' apartheid

All while changin' a car ride to aimin' at off sides

All while playin' 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 rearview, 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 sound like a fist in the air meets a brick in the air

Meets baguettes meets the vision impaired

Or it sound like visions in pairs

And dependin' on how you pronounce both, it's what'll get to appear

It sound like rug money that turn into plug money

That turn into overturnin' the plug's money

And this what it sound like

When you get a sound light

And everything above it wind up underground like

If everything above it is the reason it sound right

Then it was cut from it, but it's cut out of round like

And bet it that

It sound 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

A fanbase wan' bid somethin', mine did a few

And your fave spittin' that shit and you seem surprised

I'm Eric bettin' with Kyle, I'm feedin' 'em from behind

Word to Kenny, all this works, who workin' with me?

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

Box out like Hakeem, thirty-twenty

Threw the pump fake and they thinkin' I work for semi

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

Meanwhile I'm duckin' from plain clothes

'Cause this what it sound like

When you get a sound light

And everything above it wind up underground like

If everything above it is the reason it sound right

Then it was cut from it, but it's cut out of round like

Now bet what it sound like