That's How It Is

Yo! Get the fuck off my dick and let me rip this shit! I write raps And when niggas bite, I clap 'Cos 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 & 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.. Niggas just lose when I choose The best crews of MCs And turn 'em into refugees I slaughter A lotta MCs 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 Sample: 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 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 without 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 ?Ivy we 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 MCs 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