Various Artists - That's How It Is Part 2 lyrics

Artist: Casual f/ A-Plus Album: I Didn't Mean To 12" Song: That's How It Is Part 2 [A-Plus] Plus is back to dust a rapper That's my given purpose What must I slap ya You're living worthless Void of value Noid and how you need to just quit Peep the plus sh** We's a must get I gostta leave the wack behind Watch the beat attack your mind Eh yo MC don't pack a nine I needs no gun I got a rap to make you flee so run You're no one You flow none I relieve 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 allways wanna call me gased or People think my name should be Elastor But who's dope in the house tonight? No one; cause you're all wack When you fall back I call that fake Cause you're born to loose A-Plus came to warn your crews The ?corn? you use Will get you torn and bruised (into scraps) You should have listened when I sent you fax copy Skulls with my mental axes But yo the Plus lives so I bust kids I crush ribs Yo the plus gives a motherphuck Couldn't care less if you're near fresh Plus and Cas is gonna bust your a**es [Casual] I need a little bit of space Back up. Hittin 'em with the ba** in case You act up. Its Casual; I motherphuckin rip the track up Off the head upon request The best- It goes beyond the flesh so Jon is fresh Yes; y'all would never step in my division in rhymin' It takes precision and timing I mean too much for you No matter what you do I'm phat and phuck your crew With your whole image; I'm reluctant to Casual has stuck a few For a buck or two ?Cluck? and you Best back up Or have to duck a few blows That's how it is and that's how its supposed to be Hiero's quite phat; you'll never come close to me I'm making the microphone laugh at y'all What you're seeing is the supreme being at MCing Too bad I'm me and not you When I do what I got to Hieroglyphics running sh** like you're pops do You're gonna get beat, you're gonna get belted Delt with, the beat defeat Every rhyme you had melted With stones you're pelted Biting off that old sh** my man Del Did Its like this and uh Its like that too Don't let me catch you You're swift as a statue If I had to you know that I'd be glad to Apply my tricks of the trade to help further your falling off I hit MC's with a Molotov So call it off I'm way beyond you Watch how Jon do On the motherphuckin microphone, n***a!