Vārdi: Mac Miller. Sound Like.

DJ Capcom is about to fuck up hip-hop with this joint,
So all you haters out there,
Get back.

This is a DJ Haze exclusive.

[Chorus: x2]
Aye yo Mac, what it is?
We wanna know what you sound like kid.
So whatchu sound like?
Who you sound like?
How you sound like?
Why you sound like that?

[Verse 1:]
I sound like old, (what?)
I sound like new, (uh-huh)
I sound like me,
And I sound like you.
I sound like yes,
I sound like fresh, (fresh)
I sound like a bird first flyin' out the nest. (ah-hah!)
I sound like rap,
I sound like rock,
I sound like every single type of hip-hop.
I sound like pain,
And I sound like fame,
I sound like water,
And I sound like flames.
I sound like cash,
You sound like change, (cha-ching!)
I sound like style,
And I sound like bang.
Sound like trash,
Sound like ecstasy,
Sound like a harmony on a melody.
To determine what I sound like,
Please come listen.
This ain't no ordinary white boy spittin'. (boy spittin'!)
Mac Miller,
He'd a give you sound bytes, (what?)
So why do people wanna know what I sound like?

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2:]
I sound like death,
I sound like life,
Cause good things don't come around twice. (uh-huh)
I sound like feathers,
And I sound like steel. (Yup)
Yeah, I sound like real,
I sound like the next dude up to get a deal, (Thas' me!)
Sound like I'm hungry; never had a meal.
I sound like heaven,
I sound like hell,
And it sound a lot better than it smell. (ah-hah!)
And it taste a lot better than it look like,
So, I'm a make sure it cook right.
It sound like Diddy vs. Suge Knight,
Sound like [?].
Sound like the suburbs,
Sound like the streets. (Yup)
Sound like a bomb,
Sound like boom!
Sound like a kid writing raps in his room.
Don't sound like your everyday rap cat spittin'
You wanna know what I sound like? Listen.

[Chorus x2]

These motherfuckers know how I sound.
I sound like fresh.
I sound like the new.
I sound like the motherfucking future.
So if you ain't listenin',
Don't ask what I sound like.
But if you know,
Then you closer to the future.
Mac Miller.
Eastern Empire.
Sounds rightttt, haha