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Ed O.G. & Da Bulldogs

I'm Different

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Hip-Hop/Rap

I'm Different was released on April 30, 1991 by Island Records as a part of the album Life of a Kid In the Ghetto

Song Details

AlbumLife of a Kid In the Ghetto

Release DateApril 30, 1991

LabelIsland Records

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM97

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Da Bulldogs

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Edward Anderson

Edward Anderson

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Teddy Tedd

Producer

Special K

Producer

J. Mansfield

Producer

Lyrics

I'm different, so don't compare me to another

I'm different, so don't compare me to another

I'm different, so don't compare me to another

If they can't hang, word to the mother

I'm not like anyone else, so don't you think up or make suggestions

"He rap like so-and-so" aiyyo yo know that's out of the question

Plus it don't sound right, 'cause I don't sound like -- him??

Or try to G like, see like, or even be like them

Or anyone else I'm goin for self you opened your mouth and then I stuff you

You're like a floor; walked on, waxed, and then I buff you

Plus you think you're tough too?

Witcha garbage style, rubbish nothing but trash

You wanna try me? Come on I got some shit for that ass

I never be weak, doze off, fall asleep or get tired

Put wings on your head, so it's easier to fly it

Off you go, blaow, off the block

Get funky on you suckers like a gym sweat sock

'Cause I turn, to inflict, pick your hair up like a pick

Ed O.G., here is me, I make medicine sick

I'm never takin a loss, but beatin 'em down with force

Go when Dave writes the source, I got more holes than a golf course

Here's a lyrical lesson, so you losers will learn

Wack raps are like weak jim hats, you break and get burned

So I dare thee to compare me to a soft-hearted sucker

I'm different, so don't compare me to another

I'm different, so don't compare me to another

I'm different, so don't compare me to another

I'm different, so don't compare me to another

If they can't hang, word to the mother

Some of the people wanna be equal wishin' that they could be me

They never benign, got many who rhyme in the East so don't attempt to be

Thinkin that you could do that, boy if you only knew that

I can't hold back, stompin a sucker I enjoy that

My impact, on contact, will overlap, your wack rap

Cause def tracks, exact to react, and attack the whack

I won't slack, but smoke smack slap you sap

Straight your soft so I put you in stacks

And stomp a sucker dead in his tracks, takin' apart you righ to the max

Wake to the wonderful words, buggin you up and then waxin

Never ever takin a half-step, you diss oh that's your last step

You slept Joe, with strep throat, so now I'mma bust your rep

Droppin this, strictly on the metropolis

No comp for this, so why do you persist in this

Go ahead and attempt to; you better be filing exempt too --

-- cause you're a student, who's intruding

Out of your district, oh well - another statistic

While I'm statin the swift style strictly, then switchin this

Swarm in a storm somehow, and leavin your shitlist

Smoke smack slap you sap, you are a sickness

Step and stand still boy, so I can stick this

Sword of rap, straight up your spine sap

So you will be too scared, you swallow my style in your stomach

Let me shoot my sperm, until she screams and squirms, see

But don't sweat that I got a jim hat for safety

So I dare thee to compare me to a soft-hearted sucker

I'm different, so don't compare me to another

I'm different, so don't compare me to another

I'm different, so don't compare me to another

I'm different, so don't compare me to another

If they can't hang, word to the mother

Ed O.G.'s imposing threat, to be dreaded

To those I beheaded, the rest just sweated

But some of them are skeptical, so I step

With full packed force, and you know what, I wrecked the ho

So don't put yourself, in that predicament

Because I'm sick of it, and you'll go out quicker than Bounty

The Quicker The Picker-Upper while I soak 'em

I might choke em, or even smoke em, NAH

But I'll max, and I'll just tax

And keep scopin by oneses, just like Jacks

See I compete with the weak I come across

I'm too elite to defeat, step off cause you're soft

When I elaborate, the ruler is smooth, I collaborate

In a state to straight that you hate

After this I'll be famous, but not the same as

Those who proclaim this I'll leave them nameless

Thinkin' you're hard with your backup, punk don't make me crackup

By yourself you just choke up, and plus get smoked up

So I dare thee to compare me to a soft-hearted sucker

I'm different, so don't compare me to another

I'm different, so don't compare me to another

I'm different, so don't compare me to another

I'm different, so don't compare me to another

If they can't hang, word to the mother

I'm different, so don't compare me to another

I'm different, so don't compare me to another

I'm different, so don't compare me to another

If they can't hang, word to the mother

I'm different, so don't compare me to another

I'm different, so don't compare me to another

I'm different, so don't compare me to another

If they can't hang, word to the mother

I'm different, so don't compare me to another

I'm different, so don't compare me to another

I'm different, so don't compare me to another

If they can't hang, word to the mother

I'm different, so don't compare me to another

I'm different, so don't compare me to another

I'm different, so don't compare me to another

If they can't hang, word to the mother

Written by: Edward Anderson

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