It's What it Is

[Intro: kung fu movie sample {Masta Killa}]

I know why you're here...

You wanna test out hard with my kung fu

(No, I've come here -- and I need your help

Your steel darts, you still have them?)

What for? (because they have guns

That kill up to a hundred yards, very powerful)

My darts could beat a pistol?

(You wanna help or not?)

{Duh-deh-duhn... live and direct

We got the connect, we gonna ride

Deh-duh-duh-deh-duhn... deh.. deh..}

(It's what it is!)

[Verse 1: Masta Killa]

No question, sensational dart, no dollar superbs

Spoken word slang, throw them with perfection

Slick when he talk, simplistics, stand exquisite

Tiger palm smack ground, one man down

Got a few that'll kill right now

Bring his crown back with Kunta, one-two

The truth and the square, dare any man to stare

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

You will never enter, nuff ammo

Shaolin Finger Jab, stab the man running

Deadly sold delivery, stunning poetry

For the masses, solid liquid gasses

Gather to a bomb explosion, Sony eruption

Frontin' on Pelon, Lei Long'll get you swung on

Long barrel spinning rims on something foreign

Semi-auto flow spit forty five in the left grip

Right hold the mic tight, strike

With the force of Mike, when I'm speaking

[Verse 2: Raekwon]

Straight from the Hall of Justice, Hummers

Dirty bones, black 'Didas, black reefer in jars

We fly militant, brilliant thinkers, tanks

Yo, pull it together while we guzzle these drinks

We armed veterans, holding up swords

Driving Alfo Romeos, breaking down Sicily yayo

We seen the drama, drawing these heaters on cheaters

Shooting at bitches, wrapping 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 scrape

We coming back in jet lears, flying through the Tri-Boro today

What's really good

Live niggas go up beside niggas, mad bullets sit in your hood

We titanium vets, with jet fuel, vision the biz

We orchestrated like no other, word to mother

(Its What It Is)

[Interlude: kung fu movie sample]

Say, why'd you have to ask me, there are many experts

(I know you, you're my brother

Also your darts are pretty formidable)

Heh, I must admit, it's fast as the speed of light

[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]

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

Toney moonshine his miracle herbs and African roots

Blow suits, slap A&Rs, tapered your jaw

Had you chopping off your body parts like this was Saw

Cut raw, got the Fishscale flooding the streets

And Masta Killa's blowing girders outta crystal sheets

Slay beats, it's the verbal boss, Wu-Tang Holocaust

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

Broken, hanging off the cross with one nail in

Chuck meat, that chicken bone's looking real frail and

I'm heavy, my seventy seven got suicide doors, my wrist

Chirped up with pretty rocks, with no flaws

Guns stay barking like pitbulls fighting, it's frightening

How Ironman ricochet lightning

Bob and weave, duck and squeeze

Why y'all can't pop holes in the kids, holla!

(It's what it is!)

(It's what it is!)