Kris James - It Is That Serious! lyrics

[Verse] Spitting novas seeing stars After every one of my verses they're in awe How could they not be? So used to below par Efforts from lames claim to run things like czars Switching up the tactics Cause I was a black kid In a era where it was normal to have a crack binge But not to be talented That kind of sh** was laughed at Now when they step to me all I do is laugh back Cause, I go as hard as it gets Regardless of hits Therefore, think twice about your bars, little sh**s And don't even try to stall with your bargaining chips Cause I'll beat you, haul you off, & let you starve in a ditch I know I'm kinda sounding off, so please pardon my trip But all my life I been like "Nah, I'll just fall with the script" Yeah, this is that musical c**aine Legend level with no name Know why? I got that stadium sound like I'm working on the PA Hear you talking sh** but never see you act like VAs Always on my case like a DA Move the crowd without touching anyone like TK Just trying to run my own sh** like CJ But them dime store pigs keep f**ing up my relay Go & hit replay Or to rephrase it, it's too amazing Kinda feel like my talents are wasting Cause a room of my listeners might be vacant But a never die attitude is what I'm ingrained with But does it really matter? When nobody knows or even cares about ya? Insecurity shows saying that you're the realest Feeling like Wesley Willis Fighting personal demons, hoping people will feel it But as long as you keep a straight face And keep working on your craft everything will fall in place Feign confidence so much that it becomes natural Gotta be a grunt before you become an admiral But when I think about it it's kinda laughable Listening to all their lines barely sounding pa**able And those few keep saying that I'm great I eat their compliments plus the beats on my plate So don't come with that wack sh** acting foolishly Cause I ain't the one that needs to prove it B Dudes need schooling but stay in truancy You really think that all of this is new to me? You got it backwards like Kriss Kross Fat like Rick Ross Looking at you weird like golden girls wearing lip gloss Hiptossing foes, dropkicking opposition Then a top rope elbow to the heart of competition Knock they a** out the new champion's arrived But 3 ain't enough man, nah I need 5 Doing everything to survive And I mean everything ain't afraid of burning bridges, cutting ties All doubts erased there's no stopping my drive So you better pray that you make it out alive I'm gone...