Lyrics That's What It Is - Immortal Technique

Okay
Let's go
Talk to 'em
Holla
Don't you get tired of hearing niggas saying that shit all the time?
Why don't you just shut the fuck up and rhyme nigga?
Yeah, yeah
Used to run around getting my fight in the streets on
Back in the day, before Harlem had a green zone
What good is a good education with no direction
Like the right to vote but no one to vote for in an election
Like a gun with no bullets in the clip for protection
Like the crowd packed in the front, without the mid-section
Used to live robbing and stealing and being reckless
It took time for my mind to put the ghetto in prespective
I used to live in the back of a holding van
Used to be off beat like the white girl's shoulder dance
I wrote rhymes, acapella, no beat, behind bars
Shed blood to make it like the story behind scars
I used to be a battle champion in the meanwhile
Before some of you little fuckers learned to freestyle
Prematurely senile, underground pre-Madonnas
I was Oliver North during Iran-Contra
Cause I never snitched and that's backed by evidence
I learned it by watching you, don't ever forget it, bitch
Cause everybody knows how the government do
They never snitch on themselves, but they want you to snitch on you
Evolution from Australpithicus
Primitive commercial shit to hardcore lyricist
Your raps is useless
Rappers are dropping like Icarus
Technological revolution, nigga picture this
Motherfuck motherfucker what?
Yeah, I told you what it was, but this is what it is now
Lyrical bullets, packed to the top of the clip now
Treat it like a robbery, I'm shutting the shit down
Fellas put your hands up and all the women strip down
That's not misogynist, you ostracist 'cause I could just apocolypse
Talk politics to the populus or challenge what the market is
With militant carcuses that will snatch the spirit of hip hop out the sarcophagus
This is the curse of Tutankhamun, I bring the drama on
I'm sinful, I eat you, broad daylight on ramadan
Hip hop, reperations, now we taking back the loochie
Don't tell me you spent it on coke, like Danny Bonaduce
We're tired of being on the outside, looking in
Wondering what the fuck hip hop would have been
This is what it is, as opposed to what it used to be
And this is your corporate tax ID eulogy
Dominant species, the new breed that won't let you breathe
I make you die for what I believe
So we got nothing in common, there ain't no comparison
You got beef with niggas, I've got beef with Arians
White power Nazi, European Americans
Rapping poverty pimps and fake vegetarians
The ressurection ripping a hole through the record section
Flight connection to the Chechn border for guerilla lessons
Fuck a middle man distributor, I got a choice now
This ain't Volume 1, I got a grown man's voice now
Toured the country four times over, I'm older and wiser
Poisonous words, you'll find strychnine in my saliva
Motherfuck motherfucker what?
I told you what it was
But this is what it is now
50 caliber bullets, I don't need a clip now
Fuck your private jet nigga, we shooting the shit down
Bomb wall street and make the stock market dip down
I told you what it was, but this is what it is now
If you the shit nigga, I don't care about shit now
I play the role of Abraham, idols get ripped down
Melt the ice caps and make all of this shit drown
No one out there can fuck with me
Motherfuck motherfucker what?
I speak that real shit
The illest
To smash the airwaves
No one out there can fuck with me
Motherfuck motherfucker what?
The illest
To smash the airwaves
I don't want to tell you motherfuckers again