DJ JS-1 - It Is What It Isn't lyrics

Ft. Blacastan, Illa Ghee, Trez (Verse) Look, what's my motivation here? Remember, I ain't play Hamlet at Cambridge And specifically in my trail I ask for only pink jellybeans Bingo! Hoes and cars, images of fake facades Holograms appear like a desert mirage Who's really in charge when a director's screen's in cut And throws his hands up, the ? is over It held flat beds for the rented Ranger Rovers It takes all that glitter and chains and hands em over His stylus is gay but he's bald like Telly Savalas The audience appear naive and chowded Buying into these four route ideas like ? 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, cuz it's all in a day's work He shines his awards around comunous(?) cash With a team of security guards protecting his a** He rhymes about d**, guns, hoes and rims Then he signs another guy that rhymes just like him (Hook x2) In this world that we're livin', it's fake as you can fit in Perception is reality, it is what it isn't (The whole neighborhood knows you and they'll expose you) (You ain't really real like a jail(?) when I look at you) (Verse 2: Illa Ghee) Rapper turned gangsta, a gangsta turned rapper On the beat, n***as singin' bout they will clap ya Errbody murderers, drug dealers and jackers Beef? They produce foot speed, they tread masters Tight jeans, caps, they'll tell you to hang loose Tight circles got em weak link in the group Even the street n***as is goin' to youtube They might as well tell the police the next move Is it me? Cuz Illa Ghee is so confused Most people wanna sell their souls to get views The game way outta control without rules And chicks actin' much more hotter than most dudes Like wow, a lotta s**as shoulda sued millions These big time artists have become ? Be a leader, and learn how to move a lil different It is what it is, but it is what it isn't (Hook x2) In this world that we're livin', it's fake as you can fit in Perception is reality, it is what it isn't (The whole neighborhood knows you and they'll expose you) (You ain't really real like a jail(?) when I look at you) (Verse 3: Trez) YOu're losin' it, rappers, you're s'possed to write how you live Wasn't movin' all that work when out you was an actor Man, yo stats ain't matchin' em All that crack, you shouldn't been stackin' em You fat f**, you're faker than an a** implant So now you wanna hammer dance?! Got a silicone soul, prolly bleached his a**hole Catch it in my rap, la**o, round up the beef Pound the ground with ya teeth Make believe like ham weed, make believe like Adam and Eve Make believe like Lee Harvey, me? Hardly I'm hotter than a Harley chopper, rock in yo block, coppa It's the guantanamo, yeah, it is what it's gonna be And I can see that you're plastic, boy Prolly rock a fake face like Cash Detroit (Hook x2) In this world that we're livin', it's fake as you can fit in Perception is reality, it is what it isn't (The whole neighborhood knows you and they'll expose you) (You ain't really real like a jail(?) when I look at you)