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Like It
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Like It was released on September 28, 2018 by VinDig as a part of the album XL
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AlbumXL
Release DateSeptember 28, 2018
LabelVinDig
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM93

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sadat X
Sadat X
Performer
El Da Sensei
El Da Sensei
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
E. Alexander
E. Alexander
Composer
Jr.
Jr.
Composer
William E Williams
William E Williams
Songwriter
Derek Murphy
Derek Murphy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gensu Dean
Gensu Dean
Producer

Lyrics

We set the course on speed, raw and guaranteed
Relevant for teens, adults, broads, ladies and fiends
Basement, elder statesmen in past placements
Higher cash payment, keeping doors adjacent
Two of the last track record for both
They showing hall of fame numbers, undisputed in votes
Ex-men that descend, verbally compliment
The kind of shit that make you cringe, feeling more than moderate
Admire the fire, east coast wiring
Writing so inspiring, promise to keep inspiring
A reason to purchase, ****, we such a rare find
In this climate of music you can't compare mine
Or should I say ours, we two powers combined
An hour to shine, a line, valued in time
It's what you all thought, more to be exact
What a combination it is, honorary in fact now
[Hook: Redman and (Sample)
(You know I like it)
When it's all laid right down, perfect with the sound
And it's all cause ya (know I like it)
People pay what they owe
Fuck a side ho, see how the day go
(You know I like it)
Good music for your soul, beats quality control
See we spit it any measure, and lines to license
And the fans get excited cause ya (know I like it)
I remember when collabs was collabs
Now we email, send space attachment tabs
But then the world changed, sometimes it make my girl strange
The money factor can make a man an actor
A list don't exist for what's exclusive
Studies inconclusive, open in a flood
Pussy, money, bud is the topic
A trip to somewhere tropic is the safe line
I need to call a fade line
Risk taking or it's faking
Punching keys, I'm lunching overseas
My responsibilities as the bread winner
Make me have to fetch dinner
Hope I can catch winter, spring into the room
Something 'bout my form is persistent
My grind is consistent
I might seem distant, I don't know that dude
I can only flow food and nourish
The body will flourish, it's fed
Do I love all rappers, that's dead? No, maybe
[Hook: Redman and (Sample)
(You know I like it)
When it's all laid right down, perfect with the sound
And it's all cause ya (know I like it)
People pay what they owe
Fuck a side ho, see how the day go
(You know I like it)
Good music for your soul, beats quality control
See we spit it any measure, and lines to license
And the fans get excited cause ya (know I like it)
[Verse 3: Redman and (Sample)
Come on, come on
The greatest of team-ups, you never thought was happening
Shit crackling, spazzing, modern times we tackling
We like all real shit, you can't live out a skit
We want our finances right so we can sleep the whole night
**** get nervous when we step on the court
No good scholars in the sport, two L's since I was short
Hoping good fortune, a body that's scorching
A blazing check to take your bills off my neck
We like Kareem and Magic, cornbread and Robert Parish
Y'all **** Kurt Rambis, no shot and can't manage
The first birth from me and L, rise from the ashes
Where the twins fell
Get the two out ten and represent your passes
See these two smash it, the mic as we pass it
We combined our two grinds, two MC's true lines
They gon' say we blew minds, love and loyalty, Lo
[Hook: Redman and (Sample)
(You know I like it)
When it's all laid right down, perfect with the sound
And it's all cause ya (know I like it)
People pay what they owe
Fuck a side ho, see how the day go
(You know I like it)
Good music for your soul, beats quality control
See we spit it any measure, and lines to license
And the fans get excited cause ya (know I like it)
Written by: Derek Murphy, E. Alexander, Jr., William E Williams
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