Masta Killa, Raekwon, Ghostface Killah - It's What it Is lyrics

I know why you're here
You wanna test out hard with my kung fu
(No, I've come here - and I need your help
Your steel darts, you still have them?)
What for? (because they have guns
That kill up to a hundred yards
Very powerful) my darts could beat a pistol?
(You wanna help or not?)
Duh deh-duhn live and direct
We got the connect, we gonna ride
Deh-duh-duh deh-duhn deh deh
"It's what it is!"

No question, sensational dart
No dollar superbs
Spoken word slang, throw them with perfection
Slick when he talk, simplistics
Stand exquisite
Tiger palm smack ground, one man down
Got a few that'll kill right now
Bring his crown back with Kunta, one-two
The truth and the square
Dare any man to stare
Down the eye of the barrel
Like a needle to the camel
You will never enter, nuff ammo
Shaolin Finger Jab, stab the man running
Deadly sold delivery, stunning poetry
For the masses, solid liquid gasses
Gather to a bomb explosion, Sony eruption
Frontin' on Pelon
Lei Long'll get you swung on
Long barrel spinning rims
On something foreign
Semi-auto flow spit forty five
In the left grip
Right hold the mic tight, strike
With the force of Mike, when I'm speaking

Straight from the Hall of Justice, Hummers
Dirty bones, black 'Didas
Black reefer in jars
We fly militant, brilliant thinkers, tanks
Yo, pull it together while
We guzzle these drinks
We armed veterans, holding up swords
Driving Alfo Romeos
Breaking down Sicily yayo we seen the drama
Drawing these heaters on cheaters
Shooting at bitches
Hopping up domes for weight
We wild style gorillas
Fly apes caught in Botanical Gardens
Trying to get back to the States
The harder they come, the harder we scrape
We coming back in jet lears
Flying through the Tri-Boro today
What's really good
Live niggas go up beside niggas
Mad bullets sit in your hood
We titanium vets, with jet fuel
Vision the biz
We orchestrated like no other, word to mother

Say, why'd you have to ask me
There are many experts
(I know you, you're my brother
Also your darts are pretty formidable)
Heh, I must admit
It's fast as the speed of light

Yo, I rock a black mask
Homemade bottle of Goose
Toney moonshine his miracle herbs
And African roots
Blow suit's, slap A&R's, tapered your jaw
Had you chopping off your body
Parts like this was Saw cut raw
Got the Fishscale flooding the streets
And Masta Killa's blowing girders
Outta crystal sheets
Slay beats, just the Verra' boss
Wu Tang Holocaust fuck around
Leave you with a mouth full of murder sauce
Broken, hanging off the cross
With one nail in chuck meat
Ya chicken bones is looking real frail and
Heavy, my seventy seven got suicide doors
My wrist
Chirped up with pretty rocks, with no flaws
Guns stay barking like pitbull spiting
It's frightening
How Ironman, ricochet lightning
Bob and weave, duck and squeeze
Why ya'll can't pop holes in the kids, holla!

"It's what it is!" "It's what it is!"