Casual That`s How It Is Part 2 Lyrics

That`s How It Is Part 2 Lyrics

[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*t 
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 asses 
 
[Casual] 
 
I need a little bit of space 
Back up. Hittin with the bass in case 
You act up. Its Casual; 
I motherphuckin rip the track up 
Off the head of by 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 bag 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*t 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*t 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, nigga!