That’s How It Is

Lyrics
[Intro] Yo! Get the fuck off my dick and let me rip this shit! [Verse 1] I write raps and when niggas bite, I clap 'Cause their shit sounds better now You done let me down, 'cause I thought you 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 though the shit was a quote. But still I'm taxing, axing the competition And any wack men, I stomp and diss 'em Easily, and you can feel the pressure Plus when I bust emcees'll be Trampling each other tryna exit when I flex it The way I wreck shit is not unexpected Niggas just lose when I choose The best crews of emcees and turn 'em into refugees I slaughter a lot of emcees with all the Styles I compiles and cut 'em off like valves Think to yourself I write the shit, so you can bite the shit And I'll know, despite you get props (To da beat!) Niggas get dropped [Chorus: Audio Two ample] That's how it was and that's how it is! That's how it was and that's how it is! [Verse 2] Enough with this wackness, enough is my check Enough with these motherfuckers biting DAS EFX 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 Niggas forever blasting shots when Cas gets hot You're not fresh, so you hating when I be just Ripping microphones but that's stating the obvious Now how much harder can it get? Niggas try to flow, but they soundin' like me a year ago Shit, old, kaput, I got loot To the hoes I'm cute, and so I always got boots It's me, so be free to feel the oddly swing More niggas 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 emcees back down Got rhymes that kills, fills many empty heads Niggas can be dead, I got 'em in line, like SMPTE Red light, slow that shit down, bring it to a halt You're wack and it's all your fault
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Credits
- Writers
- Casual
- Del the Funky Homosapien