That's How It Is

Yo, get the fuck off my dick and let me rip this shit

I write raps and when **** bite, I clap

'Cause their shit sounds better now

You done let me down 'cause thought it would be dope

But instead your shit's dead

You gets fed to the alligators lurking in the moat

Peep what I wrote

You bit so hard I thought your shit was a crock

But still I'm taxing, axing the competition

And any wack men I stomp and dis 'em easily

And you can feel the pressure, plus when I bust MCs'll be

Trampling each other trying to exit

When I flex it, the way I wreck shit is not unexpected

**** just lose when I choose the best crews of MCs

And turn 'em into refugees

I slaughter a lotta MCs that are the

Styles I compiles and cut 'em up like vows

Think to yourself I write the shit

So you can bite the shit

And I'll know, despite you get props

(To the beat)

**** get dropped

(That's how it was and that's how it is)

(That's how it was and that's how it is)

(That's how it was and that's how it is)

(That's how it was and that's how it is)

Enough with this wackness, enough is my check

Enough with these motherfuckers biting Das E-F-X

I come real when I show skill

Hey yo, Saafir, you macked on that ho ill

And that's for real, my flow still is everlasting

**** forever blasting shots when cash gets hot

You're not fresh, so you hating when I be just

Ripping microphones without stating the obvious

Now how much harder can it get?

**** try to flow but they soundin' like me

A year ago shit, old

Kaput, I got loot

To the hos I'm cute and so I always got boots

It's me, so be free to feel the Ivy swing

More **** got my back than Rodney King

I feel tight, knowing that the shit I write will be exposed to foes

And everyone will feel fright and you'll run and tell your man

"Yo, peep this twist, it's real, try to practise"

But the mack is way ahead of ya, instead of ya wack sound

I'm kickin' shit to make MCs back down

Got rhymes that kills, fills many empty heads

When **** take me dead, I got 'em in line like Stimpy

Red light slow that shit down, bring it to a halt

You're wack and it's all your fault

(That's how it was and that's how it is)

(That's how it was and that's how it is)

(That's how it was and that's how it is)

(That's how it was and that's how it is)