What It Is (feat. ThirdGen, Jon Jordan, rose the firebreather, Truth, Billy Shakes & Prime)

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Aye aye
What it is, I be Third, you know I hold it down
Making the rap game jazzy like a black and mild
Message to you f*ck niggas, how you like me now
Say I got the weakest puns then wanna bite my style
Calling everybody out, guess you can say I'm wild
If you building up a house, I'm finna year it down
No handy-mandy trick, thieving on my bandit shit
Swiper still swiping with Dora, that's my Spanish bitch
Lyrically I come equipped, kill a nigga just for shits
Giggle's on the side 'til you see I'm really with the shits
Always steady making hits, throwin' jabs they finna miss,
My lil' niggas on, love that feeling when I reminisce
And this shit is what I live for
Once I was a student, now they call me the mentor
Love me cause I'm savage, yeah you finna hear me vent more
Please don't get it twisted, tell you once that you don't want war
Not a role model, still kicking in your front door
Watch me grab the hammer, bang this bitch, like my name Thor
Line up everybody talking shit, need I say more
Watch 'em drop faster then some chips, that's connect four
But for real, I be a prodigy
Legend on the mic they should put me in the odyssey
God like nigga, yeah they part of my biology
Now people sorry for the doubt, f*ck yo' apology
Pass me the blunt so we can f*ck up this economy
Stupid high, chilling with a shawty named astrology
Looking down and laughing at you niggas tryna follow me
You fucking wave riders, hope you niggas drown and die at sea
Yeah, but I'ma pause for minute now
Think you finally get picture, you can put it up now
ThirdGen be the illest rapper all around,
Haters gotta pipe it down, love me and salute the crown

What it is, what it do, what it could be
What it is, what it do, what it could be
What it is, what it do, what it could be
What it is, what it do, what it could be

Ayo, look who's back, I made it, the mode is activated
No longer isolated, my nigga, I am the greatest
Blowing a stack in Vegas, these niggas can't tell me nothing
Realest in the game, yeah, I'm part of the new discussion, brotha
Ain't no quitting, the money is the motive
When I'm with the squad, I keep the dynamite explosive
Keep my mind open, bitch, I'm floating on the clouds
Keep my circle small, I ain't fuckin with the crowds though
Dribble motion, right, left, break both ankles
Crispy on a plate, biscuit bojangles
No thank you, good luck is not needed
We win easily, highly ranked and top seeded
Undefeated, won't stop, it's main thesis
Never puzzled, I'll pick up the right pieces
Top house, nothing less, really the truth is
Call me Ron Stoppable, look at how big my roof is
I can really do this, busy making music
R.I.P. to Juice Wrld, my Dreams are staying Lucid
Big fish in a pond, I'm about to prove it
Yo, I can barely swim, but I sure can rock a crewfit
My ex just texted me and my response was, "Who dis?"
It's the last supper, I'm not sitting next to Judas
'Bout to break the bank. you can call me Johnny Cash
Like a Goonie with the treasure, but you Oscar with the trash
Oooh!

What it is, what it do, what it could be
What it is, what it do, what it could be
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Cut the Matrix open with a knife, now I got time on my hands
Don't slow my treasure in this life, I know it's all made of sand
It's struggling just to survive, I got a list of demands
Pour my pain inside the rhymes so you can understand it's -
Rosie with the quick slide, ayy, Rosie got the sick rhymes, like
Somewhere lost in space time, or maybe out of my mind
Maybe you can try sometime, a whole lot of bravery with a hint of lime
So sublime, that you won't be home by dinner time
All y'all gold material, up in the ethereal
It's in my blood, artieal, kill the game, it's serial
Sweet like cereal, infectious flow, bacterial
Soley here for soul retrieval, shaministic imperial, so
Let me introduce you to the newest revolution
I've been heavy in my bag the latest evolution, like
I got a lot of shit to say, but I'ma stop for now
Words can be so limiting, leave room for the towel

What it is, what it do, what it could be
What it is, what it do, what it could be
What it is, what it do, what it could be
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I go through portals with the intentions of never coming back
I'm tryna get you out of your bubble but I would say it's wraps
And that's no cap, I'm the real deal, I only speak in facts
Flip them racks, flip 'em then dip, then make them artifacts
Push 'em back, call him a pussy if he resorts to gats
You tryna fight, but I'ma be real, you don't want none of that
I'm past this shit, and I'm not the type that will resort to quit
So, suck my dick, all nine inches and don't forget the dip
I'm on tip? Pass me the wine, I wanna take a sip
I stay hip, and I peep game, so I am all for this
Insane, I try to refrain what comes to my brain
That causes me so many fucking migraines, it's mind games
In my lane, I try to stay cool and stay spiritual
Full access with no practice to the pineal
It's all fun and games when you want to be number one
Unless you're running for that starting gun, now run
Bitch

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Okay
Yeah
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Yo
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What it is, what it do, it's Billy Shakes
And these are the brakes, I got what it takes
To make the earthquake in every room I walk into with doom
My tune, my flow you know I go Psycho, American
Not Christian, but Caucasian
So, I guess that Bale's me out
I'm sicker than most, flyer than most
Higher than most, keep my momma close
Love her the most, keep my momma close
Yeah, you know I love her the most
I'm in the Post like Malone, Mailman, special delivery
I'm in the zone like 2-3, talking Beiheim, not Jordan
Even though I'm the greatest, sporting jorts, and -
None of the finer brands, no latest designer, man
That shit is so minor, fam
I keep it easy like Weezy but one letter before F, bless, yes
Can't touch like Hammer, mind your manners, or I'll have ya stammering
Grand s-slamerin-n, f*ck i-
What it is, what it do
Bring a new batter in

What it is, what it do, what it could be
What it is, what it do, what it could be
What it is, what it do, what it could be

Ay, ay

Patiently waiting for someone to spit some better lyrics
Go get your dog, bro, yeah, man, they gotta hear it
I'm in my bag now, sorry guys, no reappearin'
The end is near, my nigga, so get to fearin'
'Cause I'm a static, erratic, Patek attackin' assassin
They say a rambler, I tell 'em I'm scattin'
We in a lyrical fight, my nigga, I should tell you I'm packin'
They say, "Prime, why you always end up spazzin'?"
'Cause I can't go out dummy, not funny, they wanna see me out
Instead, I'm up on the tables hollering, "We cleanin house!"
Knocking down everything, coffee tables and even spouse
You think they hear me now? I think they hear me now

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