Louie Rich & S.P.O.T. - Likes (feat. Halabi)

I come back with the pure excellence
You rappers all stink like doo doo
Ya'll excrement
Getting old but I'm still relevant
UK to BK back like an experiment
Breaking atoms like Main Source with Extra P
Break beats getting chopped up in the MPC
My mic cable goes straight into the Apogee
My brothers from another side wanna rap with me
Take a flight to London
Smoke a sac with me
I thought I'd stop
But nah not likely
Time to come back and teach the youth how to rap
All the way across the map what you know about that
I stay vocal
I drop box beats and vocals and get weed from the locals
And stay medicated
And turn to rap to get educated and not gang related
Let's go
My minds like
My lines like
My mics right
Then I shine bright
Yeah the beats like
Yeah it's always tight
Yeah my styles like
Not these other types
My minds like
My lines like
My mics right
Then I shine bright
Yeah the beats like
Yeah it's always tight
Yeah my styles like
Not these other types

How you like me now
That brim sit over the brows
Custom fit just how I astound
Cheah
Gather around
My good foot flat on the ground
Toe tap
Pitter pat til they capture the sound
Call me Lou Rich
How you do it
Just flew in no cape but how you doing
I'm pursuing greatness just a sure win
I ensure my fate that's rest assuring
I'm so far ahead of my time
I could blow minds back in the days no coke line
I no joker
I wrong one to provoke uh
Up shits creek that's a slippery slope huh
Shifty
Low down & gritty
That black onyx shit watch me remake history
Every block corner stone even his street
Up close & personal wit it
Nigga close proximity
My block like
My watch like
My spotlight
My nigga S.P.O.T. like
That spark like
Top of the charts like
I embark get ready to set my mark like
My block like
My watch like
My spotlight
My nigga S.P.O.T. like
That spark like
Top of the charts like
I embark get ready to set my mark like

Spot Oner
It ain't real if you can't feel it
If I didn't see it
Then I probably don't believe it
Beauty
Is in the eye of the beholder
If you pack a pistol
Try to keep it in the holster
Most of these
Rappers lying in the lyrics
Then they say my culture
Influenced the children
Listen
We bringin' good things to life
And everything that's in the dark
Must come to light
Night vision
On a mission for the paper
Pull up a seat
Draw the blueprint for the caper
Never covet thy neighbors wife
Yea the good book was right
Fuck around you might
Lose yo life
Picture me
Coming in late night
On some pie piper Ron Isley
Something wasn't right
Huh
Wrote a song about it
Like to hear it
Here we go
Pull out the 44
And let a nigga know

Ayo
My city like
My cars like
My jewels like
My bitch like
My money like
My clothes like
My shows like
My fitted like
My shoes like
My lyrics like
My fam like
My music like
My vision like
My team like
My mic like
My life like
Ayo
My city like
My cars like
My jewels like
My bitch like
My money like
My clothes like
My shows like
My fitted like
My shoes like
My lyrics like
My fam like
My music like
My vision like
My team like
My mic like
My life like

Written by:
Adam Halabi, Jermaine Hymes, Philip Wronge

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