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DJ JS-1 - It Is What It Isnt 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 ass
He rhymes about drugs, 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, niggas 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 niggas 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 suckas 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 fuck, you're faker than an ass implant
So now you wanna hammer dance?!
Got a silicone soul, prolly bleached his asshole
Catch it in my rap, lasso, 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)
 

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