That’s How It Is (Disseshowedo Mix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Tajai] Ayo, what's up? It's Tajai in the house, you know what I'm sayin'? Chillin' with my nigga Casual He 'bout to show you how it is, ha [Verse 1: Casual] I write raps, and when niggas bite, I applaud I see 'em tryin' hard but they all just let me down 'Cause I thought they would be doper In fact, their shit's wack They get smacked by the competition lurkin' in the West Peep who's the best I finally got time to get this shit off my chest But still I'm taxing, axing the competition What the fuck you rhymin' for? I diss 'em easily, and you can feel the pressure push When I bust, MCs'll be Embarrassed and ashamed they can't wreck shit I expect it You didn't bite 'cause your styles are anorexic Niggas just lose when I choose The best crews of MC's and turn 'em into refugees I slaughter a lotta MC's that author 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, in spite you get props ("Check it out") Niggas need to stop, ha [Scratched Chorus] "That's how it was and that's how it is" "That, that's how it was and that's how it is" "That's how it was and that's how it is" "That, that's how, how it was and that's how it is, is" [Verse 2: Casual] Enough with this wackness, enough is my check Enough with those who bluff tough and don't wreck shit I come real when I show skill (Got niggas sayin' Cash) You macked on that ho ill And that's for real, my flow still is everlasting Niggas forever blasting shots when Cash gets hot You're not fresh, so you're 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 sound like me a year ago, shit Oh, kapoot, I got loot To the hoes I'm cute, and so I always got boots It's me, so be free to feel the Al B. swing More niggas got my back than Rodney King's 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 practice" But the mack is way ahead of ya, instead of your wack sound I'm kickin' shit to make MC's back down Got rhymes that kills, fills many empty heads When niggas can be dead, I got 'em in line like Simply Red light, slow that shit down, bring it to a halt You're wack and it's all your fault [Scratched Chorus] "That, that, that, that, that's how it was and that's how it is" "That, that's how it was and that's how it is" "That, that, that, that's how it was and that's how it is" "That's how it was and that, that's how it is"