What Iz Rap? (feat. Witchdoctor & Big Rube)

What is rap?

What is rap?

What is rap?

We gotta tell y'all babe

What is rap?

Rap is a deadly emcee

Rap is for makin' some G's

Rap done went all over seas

Rap gon' pay off my court fee

Rap is a summer breeze

You be listenin' to rap in the booty club, gettin' a dick tease

Rap is strike three

Rap is a universal school, with **** that look like me

Rap is from the center

Where only the tightest white boys can enter

Rap is slang, from the street corners of your brain

Each rap is a picture, painted in a gold frame

Ladies are queens, **** that rap is kings

Rap is smoke in word, rap is smokin' herb

Some said, "fuck rap," now they stackin' for a 'Bird

Rap is nuts and nerds

If rap was a girl, she'd fuck every **** on the curb

Rap was skid bumps

Preachers rap, it just comes out in a religious form

Rap would keep a honey in your lap

Might hit for a lot of money where you stack

Rap is a baby's first step

Rap can be two letters, D and F

Rap is the project slums

It was the drums, straight cultural

Like the piercing of the tongue

What is rap, ****? I'm a bum

What is rap? Tell me, what is rap?

It's the heart and soul

Of these **** and these dirty red walls and toes

It's a story of the day we lost all control

Not the times we boss balled with hoes

Not the rhymes we crossed-jawed with those

They flossed all they golds, and platinum too

Lemme school these motherfuckers on what rap been through

Whatever happened to, wave 'em side to side

Throw 'em in the air, lemme see your hands

Now we smoke and ride, **** gangster-fied

Now all they wanna show is straps, ice, and brands

**** might be fast, they mistreated enough

You think they need they own brother to mislead 'em another inch

Lead 'em another inch, keep in most suspense

They need to just fuckin' fence, these people is so intense

And fecal like full of shit, the say that your shit is a hit

Then play you a whole lot, but pay you a little bit

Once you make 'em a whole lot, they started shakin' the spot

They fakin' the whole lot, deaf to 'em

I pray for the day that God lay rest to 'em

If I was him I wouldn't send one more breath to 'em

But that's best left to him, I won't digress for trim

I don't dress fresh for them, I ain't impressed by bimbos

The devil can miss me with them hoes

**** wanna build they career on videos

That ain't rap