That's What It Is
(专辑: The 3rd World - 2008)
[Invasion] Ok... let's go... talk to em'... holler Don't you get tired of hearing niggas say that shit?... all the
time? Why can't you shut the
fuck up and rhyme nigga?! [Invasion] Yeah... yeah... used to run around getting my fight in the
streets on Back in the
day before Harlem had a
green zone What good is a
good education with no direction? Like the
right to vote with no one to vote for in an election Like a
gun with no bullets in the
clip for protection Like the
crowd packed in the
front without the
midsection Used to live robbing and stealing and being reckless It took time for my mind to put the
ghetto in perspective I
used to live in the
back, of a
holding van Used to be offbeat, like the
white girls' shoulder dance I
wrote rhymes a
cappella, no beat, behind bars Shed blood to make it, like the
story behind scars I
used to be a
battle champion, in the
meanwhile Before some of you little fuckers learned to freestyle Prematurely senile, underground prima donnas I
was Oliver North during Iran Contra Cause I, never snitched, and that's backed by evidence I
learned it by watching you, don't ever forget it bitch Cause everybody knows how the
government do They never snitch on themselves, but they want you to snitch on YOU Evolution from Australopithecus Primitive commercial shit to hard-core lyricist Your wax is useless Rappers are dropping like Icarus Technological revolution... nigga picture this (motherfucka what?) Yeah... I
told you what it was, but this is what it is now Lyrical bullets, packed to the
top of the
clip now Treat it like a
robbery, I'm shutting this shit down Fellas put your hands up and the
all the
women strip down That's not misogynist, you ostriches, cause I
could just, apocalypse Talk politics to the
populace Or challenge what the
market is With militant caucuses That'll smash the
spirit of Hip Hop out the
sarcophagus This is the
curse of Tutankhamen, I
bring the
drama on I'm sinful, I
eat you, broad daylight on Ramadan Hip Hop, reparations, now we taking back Delucci Don't tell me you spent it on coke, like Danny Bonaduce We're tired of being on the
outside, looking in Wondering what the
fuck Hip Hop would've been This is what it is, as opposed to what it used to be And this is your corporate tax ID eulogy Dominant speech is the
new breed, that won't let you breath I'll make you die for what I
believe So we got nothing in common There ain't no comparison You got beef with niggas, I
got beef with Aryans White power Nazi European Americans Rapid Poverty pimps, and fake vegetarians The
resurrection, ripping a
ball through the
record (wrecking?) section Flight connection to the
gentry board of all guerrilla lessons Fuck a
middle man distributor, I
got a
choice now This ain't Volume 1., I
got a
grown man's voice now Toured the
country four times over, I'm older and wiser Poisonous words, you'll find strychnine in my saliva (motherfucka what?... Bring it to 'em raw) I
told you what it was, but this is what it is now 50 caliber bullets, I
don't need a
clip now Fuck your private jet nigga we shooting the
shit down Bomb wall street and make the
stock market dip down I
told you what it was, but this is what it is now you the
shit nigga, I
don't care about shit now I
play the
role of Abraham, idols get ripped down Melt the
ice caps, and make all of this shit brown (No one out there can fuck with me) (motherfucka what?) (I speak that real shit) (to smash the
airwaves) (I don't want to tell you motherfuckers again)