Artist: Rhyme Recka Album: The Autobiography of Rapper X Song: What it Is Typed by: pneumatic [Intro: Rhyme Recka] This rap shit, This rap shit Niggas got it all fucked up, Let me explain it [Rhyme Recka] Be easy it's that easy, Get you done nice Real greasy believe me, You easy The hood breed me, They breathe me They recognize my grind, They see me They live, Die, They bleed me The overload for over-doers, Grimey as the sewers Make'n maneuvers, Bottom line it's over losers I don't follow I be the leader I don't write bars, Write millimeters Cock em back, I strip them heaters Online, I'm on mine, Still on the grind Throw back niggas I rewind, You out of time Big numbers, Got calculators for complicaters Complicate’n my data, Playa hate'n my paper major Behind the music they don't do it My point of view to it Hollywood is easy to act to it Peep game, You either live or you lame You bout it or you just claim, You ill but sound the same [Chorus: Rhyme Recka] What it is, It's what it is It is what it is, Yall haters know what it is Gettin money that's what it is Stack money that's what it is Rap money that's what it is What it is, It's what it is It is what it is, Yall haters know what it is Get money that's what it is Stack money that's what it is The new crack money's what it is [Rhyme Recka] Flow colder then deep freezers, Keep heaters Index squeezer, Street sweepers for non believers Elite-ist, Since fetus you can't beat us Need mind readers, Can't see, Just can't beat this Goin in, Deep cover, Four Lethal Weapon's like Danny Glover It's Rush Hour motherfucker Live action, What's crackin, I'm what's happenin What happened is dudes is actin All killer no filler, I go guerilla for big figures If you ill I'm more iller More liver, I'm a rider, I'm a survivor Four-fiver, Slugs spiral inside ya On fire I spit flame, Black ace of spades, I spit game Bootleg flow, Your shit lame, This is Myspace in the main frame Doin what I gotta to maintain, X way [Chorus] [Rhyme Recka] If any, Not many, This is for an Emmy You can't mix, Blend, Copy, Or pretend me For you to envy, I spit semi, It's automatic They gotta give me a hundred million pretty pennies Kill plenty emcees like fifths of Henny Go against me, You can't convince me, You not my equal simply Renegade operate'n, Smooth operation I'm lame make'n, So keep the playa stop the hate'n Major moves, Pay major dues Slain major dudes off interludes, Now it's towards the interviews Revenues like Howard Hughes, More hoes then Moulin Rouge The chain big the diamonds huge Can't stop it, Shut it down or road block it You can't do it so therefore you can't knock it You aint shit so therefore you can't pop it Deep pockets, In other words I net profit