Something Different
Chali 2Na, Keno-1, The Hermit, Z-Trip
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Get, get, get
Get, get, get, get, get ready
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get ready
Get ready, come on
Now that you're here, let me introduce you
(What's my name?) Z-Trip
(Get off the other, you're a true DJ, yo)
Now that you're here, let me intro
(Oh, it's called a tune-up)
(Bat on the mic)
(Turntabism)
Yo, me and my melanin, exoskeleton
Flex so well against the best, go tell a friend
And Z-Trippin be the backbone elephant
Here to make you crack 'cause he scratch so eloquent
(That's right)
The top contenders who will not surrender
Undercover like when Skipper had the hots for Ginger
Completely loyal, get a whiff of the script
And the beats be boiled, smoothะตr than tea tree oil
The champs in this two-man troop
That'll makะต you keep your mouth closed like the Blue Man Group
And I'm the ringleader making everything sweeter
The mega subwoofer while they call you King Tweeter
Bring heaters when you spit it, my folks is close-knitted
With every note, we gon' get close to your spirit
We posted livid, some folks just don't get it
(You've been hit with something different, isn't it?)
(Ha)
(Do it) Get funky
(And it goes like this)
(I said, what's the word? Say ah)
Heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy
Yo, track ripper, sack tripper, hot stepper
The acrobat flipper when he grip a hot record
Bringing the pass up, king of the mashup
Slice deeper than glass cuts, see, it's disastrous, yeah
(Trip the cut) Lethal
(Trip the cut) Ayy
(Something different, isn't it?)
Turntabism, Z-Trip in your tenement
We win it, legitimate, transcending
Your venomous sentiments to my benefit
(Nothing's equivalent)
To this maniacal rapid fire flow
Never choke or perspire through the whole entire show
And you know we on the name display, came to play
Haters ain't got a thing to say, not today
Together we blend to never pretend
To put zags, hand on the wax, and severs your skin
The band did begin, taking it back to '88 when we
(Hit 'em at point blank range and watch 'em radiate)
Get the drummer some
Yes, y'all