It Is What It Isn't

[Intro:] Look What’s my motivation here Remember I played Hamlet in Cambridge Specifically in my trailer I asked for only pink jelly beans Pink tho! [Verse 1:][Blacastan] Hoes and cars Images and fake facades Holograms appear Like a desert mirage Who’s really in charge When the director screams cut And throws his hands up The roles is over They send flatbeds For the rented Range Rovers He takes off his glitter and chains And hands them over To a stylist he’s gay But he’s bald like Telly Savalas The audience appears naive and challenging Vying on to these far out ideas Like novices He used to be a CO Now a rapper with a silk shirt A bit of a diva He acts like a jerk Then it’s back to his trailer Cause it’s all in a days work He shines his awards While counting his cash With a team of security guards Protecting his ass He rhymes about drugs, guns, hoes and rims Then he signs another guy Who rhymes just like him [Chorus:] In this world that we live in It’s fake it until you fit in Perception is reality It is what is isn’t The whole neighborhood knows you And they’ll expose you You ain’t really real I can tell when I look at you [Verse 2:][Illa Ghee] Rapper turned gangsta A gangsta turned rapper R&B nigga singing Bout they would clap that Everybody murderers Drugger dealers and jackers In beef they produce Foot speed, they track masters Tight jean caps That tell you to hang loose Tight circles Got a weak link in the group Even the street niggas Is going to Youtube They might as well Tell the police their next move It it me? This illogy is so confused Most people want to sell their souls To get views The game way outta control Without rules And chicks acting much more harder Than most dudes Like wow, a lot of suckers Shit is so dated There’s big time artists That’s now become sated Be a leader And learn how to move a little different It is what it is But it is what is isn’t [Chorus] [Verse 3:][Trez] Original rappers Suppose to write how you live You wasn’t moving all that work When I did You was an actor And your stacks ain’t matchin up All that crack You should have been stacking up Fat fuck Faker that an ass n’ plain So now you wanna Hammer dance Got a silicone soul Probably bleach his ass holes Catch him in my rap lasso Round up the beef (beef) Pound the ground with your teeth Make believe like hair weave Make believe like Adam and Eve Make believe like Lee Harvey Me hardly I’m harder that a Harley Chopper Rocking your bop proper From Queens to Guantanemo Yeah It is what it’s gonna be And I can see that you’re plastic boy Probably rock a fake face Like Caster Troy