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Song Information:

‘LIKE THAT’ was Lithic’s first attempt at beat-crafting, and The Load’s first try with live instrumentation, courtesy of OKIV on git-fiddle. F-bombs aside (we are working on a PG version), this is one of our favorite cuts. Toastin and boastin with a semblance of relevance, hinting at future developments. Metaphors of our day gigs, and dreams where we’re paid big, and the path is a zag-zig. A song that meanders, we pimped it, it panders, more kickin the GMO chicken from Sanders. Like that, baby, like that.

Song Lyrics:

LIKE THAT!


Like that! If you know what I mean,
Motherfuckers pay attention when I’m on the scene.
Because I’m creepin up behind you like a stealth machine,
Got the vinyl, and the final’s soundin supa clean.
(like that)
Like that! Cause they call him Dr. J.,
With a frosty stethoscope, and a healin way.
He’s gonna tell the party people what’s the deal today,
Because we givin nourishment like a meal today.
(like that)
Dr. Jones on the microphone,
I’m going Bluetooth cause I got to roam.
It’s the truth, in my youth, I was rollin bones.
Now I gather no moss, like a rollin stone.
(like that)
Like that! Cause I’m comin’ on up,
And I’m bringin’ libations, betta tip the cup.
Betta sip it up, while I rip it up,
Mouthy mutherfuckers betta zip it up.
(like that)
Like that! Cause I’m comin’ on strong,
And I’m leadin’ motherfuckers like a sing-along.
Better hit the bong, ‘fore I hit the gong,
Cause I’ll show you motherfuckers where you all went wrong.
(like that)
Like that, cause I’m breakin’ it down,
Like when Mary’s in town, gonna spin you around.
I got the signature sound, I’l leave the ligature round your neck,
Litherman’s is gonna wreck.



(like that)
Like that, cause I’m on the road,
Like Jack Kerouak, gotta leave my abode.
…Payin’ back all the debts I owed.
But I carry too much, like a litherman’s load.
(like that)
Like that, cause I’m on a plane,
Like the psycho-pharmaceuticals in your brain.
…And I’m here to train,
And I’ll hook you motherfuckers like Mary Jane.
(like that)
Cause it’s Lithic on the balcony,
No bread, but I’m givin’ out cake for free.
And I’m snakin’ motherfuckers who would take from me.
And I’m laughin’ while you wonder where the breaks could be.
(like that)
Like that, like a rabbit from a hat,
Like a magic motherfucker with a gift for phat.
Like a high-hat, with a rat-a-tat-tat.
Like a silly mothermucker who’s as sick as that.
(like that)
Like that, cause I cast my vote,
And I’m pissin people off with the name I wrote.
A’int got no frog in my throat,
I’m throwin Alka Seltzer in your mutherfuckin moat.
(like that)
Cause I’m sippin on Tanquerey.
Fuck that, flip the lid on an IPA.
…And I brew with a bale a’ hay,
And I make you suckas’ thirsty in a hungry way.
(like that)





Outside, people look at me strange,
Like they didn’t know this is how the world would change.
But I got it all prearranged,
And you say this mutherfucker must be deranged.
(like that)
But I’m not, cause I’m on the right track.
Like Norman Fell when Gary Coleman attacks.
And I shine, like my shit was shellaqued.
Fuck the OVC, cause my shit is intact.
(like that)
Like that, like a detail man,
Like I’m pourin out the wisdom from the retail can.
Come along, like it’s Tucan Sam.
There’s funk in my trunk like the Repo Man.
(like that)
Like that, with a shiny black case.
Split the ribbon, I won the race.
Lithic’s Murdock, and I’m the Face.
So fuck your 808, I got the bass!
(like that)
Like that, cause you know it’s all good,
This beat was in my pocket, did you think I had wood?
I’m entertainin people like an MC should.
My words are supersonic, but they’re understood.
(like that)
Spin me backwards, like I’m Jimmy Paige,
The girlies I like…are middle-aged.
Against the drum machine – I’m going to rage.
And people pay attention when I take the stage.
(like that)
Like that, in a pimpin blue suit,
And I’m limpin, cause my pockets are full of loot.
Got the Gimp in the ba