Lyrics Different - CANON, T.Jay, Tony Tillman

Different

I’ve dipped my brush in the bucket of Gods Glory
Hoping to paint the world a new picture, a new story
One they’ve never seen with a clear mind
Exercising and putting into practice the Talent in I that he’s designed
I’m different
Trying to put me in your box won’t do
I got too much in my system so what you gone do
It ain’t only me who different I done brought the whole crew
From a planet where the same old tradition won’t do
Feels like I spit gold you know what that mean
Got sick flows you need vaccine
My whole clique cold we need jackets
We don’t fit molds we don’t match it
And I’m screwed up, can’t chop me out
You an eclipse that can’t block me out
Can’t lock me in they can’t lock me out
Try to box me then I’m popping out
So run and tell the people I’m jacked
If you want real then I got that track
You a rap fiend then I got that crack
If you want fire then I got that match
And you can’t clone that or rehearse those
Got dope tracks then we murk those
In a snap back and my church clothes
Rap cats with diverse roles
Staying grounded like first floors
Even though they try to treat us like we fallen in sin
Therefore I say please before us like we crawled in a Benz
So tell the critics fall back like it was August again
What you see isn’t all there is to me
Drop your box and trash that lock and key
I’m a different me different breed
Tryna put me in a box won’t do
Trying to put me in yo Box won’t do
I got too much in my system so what you gone do
It ain’t only me who different I done brought the whole crew
From a planet where the same old tradition won’t do
I will never let nothing below beyond our people define me
I’m Johnny’s depth, the intricate palate of my personality, times three
Insanity flow hit em hard with the Yah, yah, yah my ID
Is me the creative mind with the intelligence, knowing that God is inside me
And If this was a league that would cater to how many styles I have it’s IV
He designed me, unique in the wonderful model of Gods being
I’m just a small thing, a drop in the bucket too tiny to find me
I may be small but never will I see the wall of a box around me
You can take it to the Bank!
And I bet on your last 2 dollars
That some been thinking that I will tank
But God had built me built with his power to last, no matter what haters may
think
Ima different breed of what they may call the intelligent, I’m nothing you may
trace
Uniquely designed to color the world with Gods glory, no matter the case