That’s What Rap Is About

Lyrics

[Sample] The second somebody put a fuckin' microphone in his hand, right? And they said "Hey, it's okay to talk" - that's when the fuckin' trouble began [Scratches] "Get back to makin' your joints 'cause that's what rap is about" "Get back to makin' your joints—" "Get back to makin' your joints—that's what rap is about" "Get back—get back—get back—" "Get back to makin' your joints" "Get back—that's what rap is about" "'Cause that's—that's—that's what rap is about" [Verse 1] You love yourself cunt, well done, time will tell I'm on production, I bang beats and rhyme as well I put time in with my crew, shit, I was younger than you The whole time, had me thinkin' "What's a brother to do?" I cut hard on the scene like a nasty dream Camеos in the club, our show's far from clean In the park aftеr dark, gettin' street educated Writin' rhymes in the studio, my soul's sedated I loved alcohol, that shit was in my blood for days Plus drugs on the street so you could ease the pain Shut the fuck up, for me to think, I need a drink Weed, it stinks, we the missin' link, now what you think? People still laughin', thinkin' it's a joke and shit I smash guitars with the message: you can suck my dick Love this shit, make sure that you know the name A 750 Rebel, passionate to cripple your game [Chorus] I'm from a rock 'n' roll city where they smash guitars Iron Maiden in their tape then they crash their cars I'm all about fuckin' breakbeats, sixteen bars The music be the drug, my whole crew's trippin' hard We so large, score bars with our entourage Block hard on the mic, then we bomb voyage I been full on your arm, I feel far from calm I spit blood in the beat, bleed sixteen bars [Scratches] "'Cause that's—that's—that's what rap is about" "Get back to makin' your joints" That's what—that's—that's what rap is about" [Verse 2] I've got a reason to be angry, fuck those that can't stand me I represent the [?] family back in Manly Sample this, raise your drinks [?] I gave you "Have a Beer" then I gave you "The Gift" Gave you the gist of how to flip a beat with a twist I don't care about your tits or the names that you diss The fame is this, you're playin' silly games, just a bitch I could style flip 'em scared on how old [?] Or move on the pavement, I'll chew on your gay shit You should save it, keep in your pockets like late payments Today's mayhem, paper on pen, so what you sayin'? I've got trainin' for rhymin' slang that's known dangerous Chrome angel, your whole shit is so anal I'll make you famous, or better yet, I'll make you fatal When we came through, we was all about the same dude Now it's fuckin' out of control, out of my way too [Sample] The second somebody put a fuckin' microphone in his hand, right? And they said "Hey, it's okay to talk" - that's when the fuckin' trouble began [Chorus] I'm from a rock 'n' roll city where they smash guitars Iron Maiden in their tape then they crash their cars I'm all about fuckin' breakbeats, sixteen bars The music be the drug, my whole crew's trippin' hard We so large, score bars with our entourage Block hard on the mic, then we bomb voyage I been full on your arm, I feel far from calm I spit blood in the beat, bleed sixteen bars [Scratches] "'Cause—'cause that's what rap is about" "'Cause that's what rap is about" "Get back to makin' your joints" "'Cause—'cause—'cause that's what rap is about" "'Cause—'cause that's—that— That's what rap—rap—rap is about" "Get back to makin' your joints 'cause that's what rap is about" "Get back to makin' your joints 'cause that's what rap is about, yo"