Clear Soul Forces - What Is Rap? lyrics

[Intro: Ilajide] What is...(x8) [Verse 1: Ilajide] What is start? Start is art of picking the mental canvas to drip the image of kicking Assess while beats just be blasting Taking your food now you fasting Never would you be pa**ing me and my crew on the track And that's even if you was dragging, zero to 60 ga**ing the wagon 'Til it's a phantom of heeding the breathing dragons Bazooka rubies imagine me up high as Aladdin Environmentalist blasting them gems all over the atlas I patch it like Captain Planet What is name? This is how a n***a can stake his claim When you hit the track and it bang Hit from back, say name or your recognition in gang They one in the same, the name of the game I co*k the lyrical aim and give 'em a twist And n***as is sprained, ilajid-dang I give em the pain, I'm comin up quicker than switching lanes Under an overpa**, when a n***a cannot miss his exit man [Verse 2: L.A.Z] What is lanes? Yellow lines, blind minds get trapped up in between Confined rhymes fit inside fast lanes these finish lines Fast paced slices of vast cake, yours half baked Beat drops, my tummy plummets, it gives me stomach aches Straight take players (what) my Detroit players (what) En route to better spaces reserved for all you figures Should probably take some people with you, watch me with Caleco vision You heard of that I'm sensing. really it's the game I'm playing live shows with or without a console Vita mobile movements can't touch us like white iPhones My, I've grown the further away that we've roamed My eyes closed not dreaming and then I'm back home n***a Behold geechie flows, so many hits I changed my name to Ichiro Want ichiban y'all all numero dos As I loop through Tokyo in gold one hundred spokes Turismos close, rear view mirrors Speed directly from the game [Hook] What is that? What? What is rap? When it's my turn to attack, you know I be kicking them facts And then they ask me, what is that? What? What is rap? You know that blipity blap and the melody that you lack And then they ask me, what is that? What? What is rap? [Verse 3: Noveliss] What is sk**? The talent of unraveling thought patterns from the status of being static in your mental The urge of conversion of thoughts to bullets that fit into pencils Pens, or empty out of the cuticles on your thumbs Painting pavement to touch on while you keep running from writers block In search of the Midas touch, get your shining up and I am just King Arthur before the throne, premeditated royalty pulled the mic from the stone When it was best to be left alone, skull and cross bones No eyes on the prize, just rappers, skeletons cursed with a pair of Basilisk eyes Skeletons all in my closet, while I rap your demise These are Voltron and Optimums Prime, battle flows Rise of the machines, keep it underground as a catacomb Your battle drones get shattered alone, blast through your songs Peter Parker the artist your an Arachnophobia better back back Itchy pituitary gland cannons will blast abstract [Verse 4: E-Fav] In the face of reality what is abstract Facts, that get skewered over the bar b, word to Outkast Out last every contender listed, so tell me just, what is competition? When your compositions descriptive with iller penman-ship Quiet is kept, I guess we better as a secret In the D it's not as easy to see the light as a plus (uh) What is negativity? That's when you see me and your eyes roll Or cause my art expressive not the normal, got your heart cold Closed up boxed off, I'm sorry for your loss I could have made a record just for the radio, for the boss up But, hardly identify, a**ociate with rage The only rap group with a hip hop cla**ic in the last decade Only for the record to get straightened like a couch session Malcolm aggression and level just like watch's bezel Housing my diamonds in apparatuses, more status Causing more static, Noveliss pa**ed the baton backwards And I just started rapping another name-eh-less cla**ic An answer for all the addicts who asking just how it happened What is rap?