It's What It Is

What for?

Because they have guns that kill up to a hundred yards, very powerful

My darts can beat a pistol

You want to help or not?

No question, sensationally dark, no doubt it's superb

Spoken word slang thrown with perfection

Slick when he talk, simplistic, stay exquisite

Tiger palm smack ground, one man down

Got a few that'll kill right now

Bring his crown back with proof of one tooth

The truth in the spear dare any man to steer

Down the eye of the barrel like a needle to the camel

You will never enter, 'nough ammo

Shouting finger jab stab the man running

Deadly slow delivery, stunning poetry for the masses

Sour liquid gases guarantee a bomb explosion

Song eruption, fronting on prolong

Lay on and get you swung on

Long barrel spinning rims on something foreign

Semi-auto flow spin, .45 in the left grip

Right hold the mic tight

Strike with the force of Mike when I'm speaking

Straight from the Hall of Justice

Hummers, dirty bombs, black Adidas, black beef in jars

We fly militants, brilliant thinkers, tanks

Yo, pull it together while we guzzle these drinks

We armed veterans, holding up swords

Driving out for Romeos, breaking down Sicily yayo

We seen the drama, drawing these heaters on cheetahs

Shooting at bushes, popping up domes for weight

We wild style gorillas, fly apes caught in botanical gardens

Trying to get back to the States

The harder they come, the harder we spray

We coming back in jet layers

Flying through the Triborough today

What's really good?

Live niggas go up inside niggas

Mad bullets sit in your hood

We titanium vets with jet fuel vision abyss

We orchestrated like no other world or mother

But why'd you have to ask me? There aren't many experts

I know you, you're my brother

Also, your darts are pretty formidable

I must admit, as fast as the speed of light

Yo, I rock a black Benz, homemade bottle of Goose

Toni Moonshine is miracle herbs and African roots

Close suit slap A&R, give it to Jore

Have you chopping up your body parts like this was Saw

Cut raw, got that fish scale flooding the streets

And Mack the Killers blowing girders out of Cristal seats

Slave piece is the verbal boss, Wu-Tang holocaust

Fuck around, leave you with a mouth full of murder sauce

Broken, hanging off the door, shoot one male

I'm tough meat, y'all chicken bones looking real frail

I'm heavy, my '77 got suicide doors

My wrist chunked up with pretty rocks with no flaws

Guns stay barking like pit bulls fighting

It's frightening how Iron Man ricochet lightning

Bog and weave, duck and squeeze

Way I can't pop holes in the kid's hollows

It's what it is