That's How It Wuz - RBX/Casual

Yo

Get the **** off my d**k and let me rip this ****

I write raps

And when n***as bite I clap

'Cos their **** sounds better now

You done let me down

'Cause I thought you would be d**e but instead

Your ****'s dead

You gets fed

To the alligators lurking in the moat

Peep what I wrote

You bit so hard I though the **** was a quote

But still I'm taxing axing the competition

And any wack men I stomp dis 'em

Easily

And you can feel the pressure plus

When I bust MCs'll be

Trampling each other trying to exit

When I flex it

The way I wreck **** is not unexpected

N***as just lose when I choose

The best crews of MCs

And turn 'em into refugees

I slaughter

A lotta

MCs with all the

Styles I compiles and cut 'em off like valves

Think to yourself I write the ****

So you can bite the ****

And I'll know despite you get props

Get the drop

To bight that n***as

N***as get dropped

That's how

From war spill

That's how it was and that's how it is

Told one

That's how it was and that's how it is

Stupid

That's how it was and that's how it is

That's how it was and that's how it is

Enough with this wackness

Enough is my check

Enough with these mother****ers biting das efx

I come real when I show skill

Hey yo saafir you macked on that ho ill

And that's for real my flow still

Is everlasting n***as forever blasting

Shots when cas gets hot

You're not fresh so you hating when I be just

Ripping microphones without stating the obvious

Now how much harder can it get

N***as try to flow but they soundin' like me

A year ago

**** old kaput I got loot

To the hoes I'm cute and so I always got boots

It's me so be free to feel the ivy we swing

More n***as got my back than rodney king

I feel tight knowing that the **** I write

Will be exposed to foes and everyone will feel fright

And you'll run and tell your man yo peep this twist

It's real try to practise but the mack is

Way ahead of ya instead of ya wack sound

I'm kickin' **** to make MCs back down

Got rhymes that kills fills many empty heads

N***as can be dead

I got 'em in line like S M P T E

Red light slow that **** down bring it to a halt

You're wack and it's all your fault

That's how it was and that's how it is

That that

That's how it was and that's how it is

That's how it was and that's how it is

That's how it was and that's how it it is