[Verse 1]

This is not the usual this is something different

Every rhyme is out of here vocabulary alien

Every speech is salient, going against the grain again

Are you ready for this heat psalm is back to the

Grill again

From the era of pac, kris, nasir and dmx biggie in Walkmans riding a broken bmx

Ps3v3n is the difference between baggies and

Skinny pants

Kiss my ass or kiss the ring depending on your preference

I'm making more sense in the middle of all these nonsense

Needlе in a haystack pricking on their conscience

Piss a hiphop hеad off with my next sentence like

. who boombap epp self

I'm reckless, you're stupid if you're mad at that sentence

If you ain't open-minded you ain't ready for progress

The best yet, Hip Hop is more than just punchlines

Icame to fuel my peeps with these pipelines

[Hook 1]

This ain't what you're Used to

Old school Nigga moving like He new school Smooth like Wishu

Icome throughdo my thing and its Deuce Deuce this ain't what you're used to

Go ahead cry me a River Boohoo Can't knock the hustle

Icome throughdo my thing and its Deuce Deuce

[Verse 2]

They love you when you're penniless and fameless and nameless

Soon as you're getting money they're going to criticize your greatness

I see your bitterness and I laugh at the plainness Busy pointing fingers but all your points are pointless

What is this a sickness? Jealousy or hatred

Preffered him when he was broke living in mama basement

That's one room apartment in the ghettoest places

I been through it so I know going back is not an option

You silver spoon niggas and golden spoon

Niggas

Wanna tell a Nigga without a spoon how to eat nigga

Where were you when he was starving looking like stick figures

Now he made it you niggas are trying to diss?

I'm different, x-men no henchmen I'm solo 2010, Itold God, it's you and I henceforth

Underground or surface, if you're fake you're fake bro

Give a damn if Texkzilla produced your fucking Album

[Hook 2]

This ain't what you're Used to

Old school Nigga moving like He new school Smooth like Wishu

I come through do my thing and it's Deuce Deuce this ain't what you're used to

Go ahead cry me a River Boohoo Can't knock the hustle

I come through do my thing and it's Deuce Deuce