That's How It Is, Part 2
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Yeah, Hiero, baby
Letting niggas know
Yeah, uh-huh
We be checking niggas
Hieroglyphics, baby
And you don't quit
And you don't stop
And you don't quit
And you don't stop
Plus it's back to dust a rapper
That's my given purpose
Must I slap ya, you're living worthless
Void of value, 'noid and pal you need to just quit
Peep the Plus shit, we's a must hit
I gots to leave the wack behind
Watch the beat attack your mind
Ayo, A-Pli don't pack a nine
I needs no gun
I got a rap to make you bleed so run
You're no one, you flow none
I relieved you of your rhyming duty
Since you're rhyming booty
Rudely, I leave a rapper loot-free
Subtract your ends and then attack your friends
I kick the facts and relax with skins
And since I move a little faster
Fools always wanna call me gassed or
People say my name should be Elastor
But who's dope in the house tonight?
No one, 'cause you're all wack
When you fall, black
I call that fate, 'cause you're born to lose
A-Plus came to warn your crews
The corn you use will get you torn and bruised
(It's a scrap)
You should've listened when I sent you facts
Chopping skulls with my mental axe
(Jace is dead)
But yo, the Plus lives, so I bust kids
I crush ribs, yo, the Plus gives a motherfuck
Couldn't care less if you're near Fresh
Bust your Cas' is, scared to bust your asses
I need a little bit of space, back up
To fiddle with the bass in case you act up
It's Casual, the motherfucker who rip your track up
Off the head upon request, the best
It goes beyond the flesh, so John is fresh
Yes, y'all will never even step into my division
In rhyming, it takes precision and timing
I mean, I'm too much for you
No matter what you do
I'm fat, I'll fuck your crew
It's your whole image I'm reluctant to
Casual done snuck a few for a buck or two
Cluck or you cuss back up or have to duck a few blows
That's how it is and that's how it's supposed to be
Hiero's quite fat, you'll never come close to me
I'm making the microphone laugh at y'all
What you see is the supreme being Adam seein'
Too bad I'm me and not you
When I do what I got to
Hieroglyphics running shit like your pops do
You're gonna get beat, you're gonna get belted
Dealt with the heat, defeat
Every rhyme you had melted
With stones you'll be pelted
Biting off that old shit my man Del did
It's like this and, uh, it's like that too
Don't let me catch you
You're swift as a statue
If I had to, you know that I'll be glad to
Apply my tricks of the trade to help further your
Falling off, I hit MCs with a Molotov
So call it off, I'm way beyond you
Peep out what John do
On the motherfucking microphone, nigga
Huh, shit, Hieroglyphics
Coming with that shit
Letting niggas know
And you don't stop
And you don't quit
Like that, y'all
Know what I'm saying?
Yeah, fat ass, fat ass
Shout to my man Ray for hooking me with this here
Ray came through in the clutch
And we out
Letting niggas know
Yeah, uh-huh
We be checking niggas
Hieroglyphics, baby
And you don't quit
And you don't stop
And you don't quit
And you don't stop
Plus it's back to dust a rapper
That's my given purpose
Must I slap ya, you're living worthless
Void of value, 'noid and pal you need to just quit
Peep the Plus shit, we's a must hit
I gots to leave the wack behind
Watch the beat attack your mind
Ayo, A-Pli don't pack a nine
I needs no gun
I got a rap to make you bleed so run
You're no one, you flow none
I relieved you of your rhyming duty
Since you're rhyming booty
Rudely, I leave a rapper loot-free
Subtract your ends and then attack your friends
I kick the facts and relax with skins
And since I move a little faster
Fools always wanna call me gassed or
People say my name should be Elastor
But who's dope in the house tonight?
No one, 'cause you're all wack
When you fall, black
I call that fate, 'cause you're born to lose
A-Plus came to warn your crews
The corn you use will get you torn and bruised
(It's a scrap)
You should've listened when I sent you facts
Chopping skulls with my mental axe
(Jace is dead)
But yo, the Plus lives, so I bust kids
I crush ribs, yo, the Plus gives a motherfuck
Couldn't care less if you're near Fresh
Bust your Cas' is, scared to bust your asses
I need a little bit of space, back up
To fiddle with the bass in case you act up
It's Casual, the motherfucker who rip your track up
Off the head upon request, the best
It goes beyond the flesh, so John is fresh
Yes, y'all will never even step into my division
In rhyming, it takes precision and timing
I mean, I'm too much for you
No matter what you do
I'm fat, I'll fuck your crew
It's your whole image I'm reluctant to
Casual done snuck a few for a buck or two
Cluck or you cuss back up or have to duck a few blows
That's how it is and that's how it's supposed to be
Hiero's quite fat, you'll never come close to me
I'm making the microphone laugh at y'all
What you see is the supreme being Adam seein'
Too bad I'm me and not you
When I do what I got to
Hieroglyphics running shit like your pops do
You're gonna get beat, you're gonna get belted
Dealt with the heat, defeat
Every rhyme you had melted
With stones you'll be pelted
Biting off that old shit my man Del did
It's like this and, uh, it's like that too
Don't let me catch you
You're swift as a statue
If I had to, you know that I'll be glad to
Apply my tricks of the trade to help further your
Falling off, I hit MCs with a Molotov
So call it off, I'm way beyond you
Peep out what John do
On the motherfucking microphone, nigga
Huh, shit, Hieroglyphics
Coming with that shit
Letting niggas know
And you don't stop
And you don't quit
Like that, y'all
Know what I'm saying?
Yeah, fat ass, fat ass
Shout to my man Ray for hooking me with this here
Ray came through in the clutch
And we out