Casual - That's How It Is Part 2 Lyrics
[a-plus]Plus is back to dust a rapperThats my given purposeWhat must I slap yaYoure living worthlessVoid of valueNoid and how you need to just quitPeep the plus shitWes a must getI gostta leave the wack behindWatch the beat attack your mindEh yo mc dont pack a nineI needs no gunI got a rap to make you flee so runYoure no oneYou flow noneI relieve you of your rhyming dutySince youre rhyming bootyRudely I leave a rapper loot freeSubtract your endsAnd then attack your friendsI kick the facts and relax with skinsAnd since I move a little fasterFools allways wanna call me gased orPeople think my name should be elastorBut whos dope in the house tonight?No one; cause youre all wackWhen you fall backI call that fakeCause youre born to looseA-plus came to warn your crewsThe ? corn? you useWill get you torn and bruised(into scraps)You should have listened when I sent you fax copySkulls with my mental axesBut yo the plus lives so I bust kidsI crush ribsYo the plus gives a motherphuckCouldnt care less if youre near freshPlus and cas is gonna bust your asses[casual]I need a little bit of spaceBack up. hittin with the bass in caseYou act up. its casual;I motherphuckin rip the track upOff the head of by requestThe best- it goes beyond the flesh so jon is freshYes; yall would never step in my division in rhyminIt takes precision and timingI mean too much for youNo matter what you doIm phat and phuck your crewWith your whole image; Im reluctant toCasual has stuck a fewFor a buck or two? cluck? and youBest bag upOr have to duck a few blowsThats how it is and thats how its supposed to beHieros quite phat; youll never come close to meIm making the microphone laugh at yallWhat youre seeing is the supreme being at mcingToo bad Im me and not youWhen I do what I got toHieroglyphics running shit like youre pops doYoure gonna get beat, youre gonna get beltedDelt with, the beat defeatEvery rhyme you had meltedWith stones youre peltedBiting off that old shit my man del didIts like this and uhIts like that tooDont let me catch youYoure swift as a statueIf I had to you know that Id be glad toApply my tricks of the trade to help further your falling offI hit mcs with a molotovSo call it offIm way beyond youWatch how jon doOn the motherphuckin microphone, nigga!
