The Difference Songtext
von L’Orange

Hocus Pocus, throw a scare.
The difference between me and them
I gotta be me, I gotta be fresh
Catch a few off guard
I know what it is,
a nation of ill
You not a MC

Behold you, from out the lies, tell the truth
I keep a female or two
Thought you was fly, fell off the roof
I never fell off I′m blue
I rep the planet like the Ocean
and I float like the breeze
I'm at the grave, ′cos I'm blue,
'cos I smoked lots of green
Leave microphones broken with
ease squeezed until speakers bleed


Please if my tongue was like a gun
I′d bust it like a desert ease
never question expertise
of my lovin′
On a veteran team
Niggas can never be better than
Got more stripes than a peppermint
or Parisian tasers no comparing them to, who?
any challenger that will get embarrassed with ease

They used to speak highly of you
'til you fell like the leaves in the fall
All them times you thought you would be boss
but crossed off the list
Don′t trip my flow, they come so hard
My whole squad all stars, rough, rugged and raw
It's all ours

In addition you wave the long arm at the girl and say
the difference between me and them
I gotta be me
I gotta be fresh
Guys are sleeping, catching you off guard
I′m the definition of ill
You not a MC

the difference between me and them
I gotta be me
I gotta be fresh
Guys are sleeping, catching you off guard
Bounce back 'cause I′m bound to sleep


Look, PSA
ya'll plain Jane like sneakin' Mary J past TSA
that contains strains of Reggie
You wouldn′t feel me if I was edgy
if I ain′t know the ledge to put the nail in the coffin
below the sledgehammer for your Grandma
Rather you sink then you rise notches
Ya'll can catch my sneaker size not just these hands
that move like synchronised watches

You hate I was given the gift, then sue me,
Since I got the juice in your post fiction
We living in a different movie
You just a brash type
Some little shit that turned into a ass wipe
Throwing rocks at a glass house
that should be for a glass pipe
Street credit was charged to the game
umtil the last wipe
For all of my fruits of labour I passed right

What, what? I been local
I been signed to record labels
that threw me inside a chokehold just so that
I couldn′t be vocal
And it must have suck, they tried to put a diamond
in the cluster fuck and
But what's a Cadillac and a diamond to a monster truck?

the difference between me and them
I gotta be me
I gotta be fresh
Guys are sleeping, catching you off guard
I′m the definition of ill
You not a MC

the difference between me and them
I gotta be me
I gotta be fresh
Guys are sleeping, catching you off guard