Lyrics It Is What It Isn't (feat. Blacastan, Illa Ghee, Trez) - DJ JS-1

It Is What It Isn't (feat. Blacastan, Illa Ghee, Trez)

Look
What’s my motivation here
Remember
I played Hamlet in Cambridge
Specifically in my trailer
I asked for only pink jelly beans
Pink tho!
Hoes and cars
Images and fake facades
Holograms appear
Like a desert mirage
Who’s really in charge
When the director screams cut
And throws his hands up
The roles is over
They send flatbeds
For the rented Range Rovers
He takes off his glitter and chains
And hands them over
To a stylist he’s gay
But he’s bald like Telly Savalas
The audience appears naive and challenging
Vying on to these far out ideas
Like novices
He used to be a CO
Now a rapper with a silk shirt
A bit of a diva
He acts like a jerk
Then it’s back to his trailer
Cause it’s all in a days work
He shines his awards
While counting his cash
With a team of security guards
Protecting his ass
He rhymes about drugs, guns, hoes and rims
Then he signs another guy
Who rhymes just like him
In this world that we live in
It’s fake it until you fit in
Perception is reality
It is what is isn’t
The whole neighborhood knows you
And they’ll expose you
You ain’t really real
I can tell when I look at you
Rapper turned gangsta
A gangsta turned rapper
R&B nigga singing
Bout they would clap that
Everybody murderers
Drugger dealers and jackers
In beef they produce
Foot speed, they track masters
Tight jean caps
That tell you to hang loose
Tight circles
Got a weak link in the group
Even the street niggas
Is going to Youtube
They might as well
Tell the police their next move
It it me?
This illogy is so confused
Most people want to sell their souls
To get views
The game way outta control
Without rules
And chicks acting much more harder
Than most dudes
Like wow, a lot of suckers
Shit is so dated
There’s big time artists
That’s now become sated
Be a leader
And learn how to move a little different
It is what it is
But it is what is isn’t
Original rappers
Suppose to write how you live
You wasn’t moving all that work
When I did
You was an actor
And your stacks ain’t matchin up
All that crack
You should have been stacking up
Fat fuck
Faker that an ass n' plain
So now you wanna
Hammer dance
Got a silicone soul
Probably bleach his ass holes
Catch him in my rap lasso
Round up the beef (beef)
Pound the ground with your teeth
Make believe like hair weave
Make believe like
Adam and Eve
Make believe like Lee Harvey
Me hardly
I’m harder that a Harley Chopper
Rocking your bop proper
From Queens to Guantanemo
Yeah
It is what it’s gonna be
And I can see that you’re plastic boy
Probably rock a fake face
Like Caster Troy