It's Like This!

We did it like that and now we do it like this We did it like that and now we do it like this Keynote Speakerz in the place gettin' biz like this... Skiggy Rapz rhyme saying vocalist Yo, my shit is never square so you you can roll with it Say hello to that Keynote braggadocio flow Got so much style it ain't human anymore I know you're waiting for this one to happen I just love it when a plan comes together Recognize my delivery is signed and sealed Then pass the mic to my man Surreal who's more Hip-Hop then hippie, more hippie then hardcore Still more hardcore than soft porn, I'm for the art more Than for the heart sore. Suckas only 'bout sales Them freestyles ain't free they just out on bail They can't test me so they detest me Better bring more than a lexicon to impress me Our sound got suckas spinnin' round like leslie While we get down blowin' the spot like Fred Wesley No doubt about it that this whiteboy's a rapper If this whiteboy had money he would be a cheese cracker Carry on on some nonchalant, havin' a ball, a bunch of fun tip Laced with rhymes as run shit Nothing but love we get got Even open minded people we got in a headlock It's like this and like that and like this It don't matte how we kick it either way it is a classic Emcees! Jump on it! DJ's! Jump on it! B-Boys! Jump on it! Graf writers! Jump on it! Fly ladies! Jump on it! Party people! Jump on it! Hip-Hop heads! Jump on it! What? Jump on it! Yeah! Jump on it! It's obvious that we don't fit the gangsta label But I write rhymes so hard they engraved on my table Rhymes so vicious they blow straight through your torso Looking at me like I spit these bars in Morse code I'm 'bout the paper, the ink, the pen Hustling these letters, yo, they help me make rent Ain't in it for the fame, the money or the glory I'm in it cause Dutch Hip-Hop needs me End of story Bleep bleep be the weasel My rhymes are so dope they actually should be illegal Smoke so much I'm surprised I'm still living Coughing up a long but have another one and so I don't miss it Not really a logical type of guy 'Cause I'm afraid of heights but I get high I gotta say bye, because I'm out But not before I let Surreal bust another round I'm a seventies baby, child of the eighties The nineties raised, now 2k is crazy I came a long way so it don't phase me How radio don't play me but critics still praise me Recently resurrected, shaped by evolution Did it like that, now we here with the new shit Back with Skiggy, who'd never leave me hangin' Witness the result yo of course Shit is Bangin'! Like this y'all - This y'all! This y'all - This y'all!! Di-di-di-di-di-di-di-di-Dis y'all! It's like this - This This - This This - This Di-di-di-di-di-di-di-di-Dis y'all! Like this y'all - This y'all! This y'all - This y'all! Di-di-di-di-di-di-di-di-Dis y'all! It's like this - This This - This This - This Di-di-di-di-di-di-di-di-Dis y'all! Emcees! Jump on it! DJ's! Jump on it! B-Boys! Jump on it! Graf writers! Jump on it! Fly ladies! Jump on it! Party people! Jump on it! Hip-Hop heads! Jump on it! What? Jump on it! Yeah! Jump on it!