You Like My Style Lyrics - Crisis

(Intro) 

Yeah, oh my God, yo Nate you must've been smokin' some 

Pow and shit for this one, Crisis, Harlem's back tell the whole World Harlem's back, bom bom bom now knocks 'em out, 

Yeah, check it out. 

(Verse 1) 

It's the return of the bom back, who's that? Crisis son I'm back Wit' a sick ass track, combine the old wit' the new y'all can't do That, for the simple track y'all dudes is wack, all you rap about 

Is bustin' your gun, when the truth is you don't even fuckin' 

Own one, know what I mean son? Let me rephrase that, your 

Punk ass probably never even seen one, I'm a real nigga in 

Every sense of it, I rap about real life I don't pretend 'cause it, So I named the album Beautiful Mind, gave niggas eighty 

Minutes a beautiful rhymes, start to finish I'm still on the grind, I ain't even in my Goddamn prime, I'm gettin' closer just give 

Me some time, won't be long before the whole city is mine. 

(Chorus) 

I know you like my style, you haven't heard like this in a while, Sit back and realax yo' self and if you got to bump just rooooll Up, I know you like my style, you haven't heard it like this in a While, I'm about to bring hip hop back, there's nothin' you 

Could do I'ma bloooow up. 

(Verse 2) 

Everybody sound the same so I try to be different, and add a 

Little bit a content to my lyrics, you know them thug niggas 

Don't wanna hear it, if it don't sound gangsta it's just not Appealin', but fuck that I'm a regular man, I ain't like these 

Otha rappers lyin' to they fans, I never sold crack, never 

Cooked a gram, I never did a bid, never killed another man, 

The first rapper to admit that shit, I'm tryna be me y'all try to be 50 Cent, I can't lie know how to dish some dirt, but that don't 

Mean I gotta put it all up in my verse, use your brain, be 

Creative, y'all turnin' hip hop into sublation, history repeats it Self, do the math, before we head to the future let's look at the Past. 

(Chorus) 

(Verse 3) 

Ay yo, hip hop is now in a state of crisis, and I'm not the only 

One that feels like this, too many gimmics and publicity 

Stunts, but y'all not given what the people really want, oh shit 

My album's about to drop, but I probably won't sell 'cause I 

Never got shot, man fuck it I'ma give 'em all I got, and that's 

That raw uncut hip hop, I know you like my style like I said in 

The hook, you haven't heard it like this in a while, I'm the anti Typical rapper, I'm the franchise typical rapper, I'ma shit on 

You bastards, that's the end happily ever after, let's turn the 

Page to the faker chapter, perpetratin' a fraud that's what'cha After, they deserve Oscars they all actors. 

(Chorus) 

(Outro) 

Yeah, it's Crisis man, y'all got a problem man, the game is in 

A state of crisis right now, you know? Uhhh, stack crack 

Music, Harlem's back, tell the whole world Harlem's back.