That’s How It Is(Explicit)

That's How It Is -Casual

Yo!

Get the *****off my dick and let me rip this sh*t!

I write raps,

And when niggaz bite, I clap,

cos their sh*t sounds better now.

You done let me down,

I thought it would be d**e, but instead,

Your shits dead,

You gets fed

To the alligators lurking in the moat,

Peep what I wrote,

You bit so hard, I though your sh*t 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 mcsll be

Trampling eachother trying to exit,

When I flex it,

The way I wreck sh*t is not unexpected.

Niggaz just lose when I choose

The best crews of mcs,

And turn em into refugees.

I slaughter a lotta mcs that are the

?styles I compiles?, and cut em up like ?vows?.

Think to yourself I write the sh*t

So you can bite the sh*t,

And Ill know, despite you get props.

[to da beat!]

Niggaz get dropped.

Sample: thats how it was and thats how it is!

Enough with this wackness,

Enough is my ?check?,

Enough with these mother*****ers biting das efx.

I come real when I show skill,

(hey, yo, saafir!)you macked on that ho ill,

And thats for real, my flow still

Is everlasting, niggaz forever blasting

Shots when cash 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?

Niggaz try to flow, but they soundin like me

A year ago.

Sh*t, old, kaput, I got loot,

To the hos I'm cute, and so I always got boots.

Its me, so be free to feel the ?ivy swing?,

More niggaz got my back than rodney king.

I feel tight, knowing that the sh*t I write

Will be exposed to foes, and everyone will feel fright.

And youll run and tell your man, yo, peep this twist,

Its real, try to practise. but the mack is

Way ahead of ya, instead of ya wack sound,

I'm kickin sh*t to make mcs back down.

Got rhymes that kills, fills many empty heads,

Niggaz can be dead, I got em in line, like ?stimpy?.

Red light, slow that sh*t down, bring it to a halt.

You're wack and its all your fault