The Ill Spoken, Franchise - What It Is lyrics

Yo, I've been illin' since a youngin
And I'm still the truth
Just give me a microphone so I
Can come conceal the truth
An animal the way I kill this booth
Untamed, so put your shotguns down
'cause this illin' since a youngin
And I'm still the truth
Just give me a microphone so
I can come conceal the
Illin' since a youngin
And I'm still the truth
Just give me a microphone so I can
Illin' since a youngin
And I'm still the truth
Just give me a microphone so I
Can come conceal the truth
An animal the way I kill this booth
Untamed, so put your shotguns down
'Cause this Glaze heat
I'm here to tacklе now (Woo)
Beat it up
Get inside thе track's mid-section
A flow this flame could only
Be a clear blessin' (You know it)
That Pittsburgh black and gold
You know what they're reppin' (412)
It's Steel City 'til I'm clear breathless
Or on my way to the gates
Blowin' haze 'til I'm near heaven
Calm dude 'til you tick me off
Then I am devilish (Uh)
Slice the flesh, break 'em down
Eat 'em Dahmer style (O oh)
Tim McVeigh when I play the
Way I'm bombin' sounds
TNT through your speakers
We the real roasters (Uh, huh)
The kill and The Ill Spoken (Let's go)
So that's more words, more herb
For the smoke session (Uh)
Only the finest chee

Uh, yeah, Fran (Uh, huh)
And that's the shit, you know? I feel you
(Oh, you already know)
Ayo, we gotta come together, man (For sure)
This the 412 union
(Let's pull the curtains down
And count this money, beedie)
Ill Spoken (Easy Mac, what it is?)

It's gon' be 412 'til the death of me
And if a homie got a problem
He can let it be 'Cause if he mess with me
I'ma turn his life into a playground
What you haters gotta say now? (Bitch)

So what it is?
(What it is?) What it do? (What it do?)
When you see me, I be chillin' with the crew
(With the crew)
It's for the 412, homie, this is our year
(It's our year)
So what you think you doin' here? (Haha, yo)

I got my grip up on the gauge
(Who wan' play?) with a Ziploc of haze
Always rockin' fresh shit up on the stage
(It's what it is)
I guess it's just how I was raised (Look)
We can unload four grips on the page
No matter difference in age
So check the stake, your mind
Said as you slack, back of the truck
(Well)
I don't give a fuck if y'all don't like it
'cause I'm ready for war (Uh, huh)
Step outta line'll get you cut
With a machete in four
It's The Ill Spoken and Franchise (What?)
We stand high
Pockets fat like I'm pant-sized
You man's try to tell his fam how he ran past
But, damn, why you gotta lie?
I only talk about my life when you fantasize
You stay aside
(Biotch) , 'cause this is real man business
Head to the top whether or
Not you can feel that, bitches
(Uh, huh) 'Cause now I'm rushin' in ya
Spot, let me do my, do my thing
(Thing) we could blow away the world with
The shit we soon to bring (What?)

Ya dig? And that's just what it is
Hey, yo, Easy Mac, man
I don't think they really understand
When we tryna tell 'em this a movement, man
We comin' up, tryna do our
Thing, East End Empire, man
Holler at us

It's gon' be 412 'til the death of me
And if a homie got a problem
He can let it be 'Cause if he mess with me
I'ma turn his life into a playground
What you haters gotta say now? (Bitch)

So what it is?
(What it is?) What it do? (What it do?)
When you see me, I be chillin' with the crew
(With the crew) it's for the 412, homie
(Yo) , this is our year (Ill Spoken
It's our year)
So what you think you doin' here?
(Yo, wrap it up)

See, these Elmer MC's will get
Stuck just like some paste
And everybody else
Get the fuck up out my face (Bitch)
Y'all comin' for my spot like
You runnin' in a race
Like you runnin' from the jakes
But you runnin' in your place (Ha)
Roll a blunt up with some haze
Get blowed and lay straight
My hustle to make cake
Cappin' cats play my tape
So come out your Bathing Apes
If you ever look to battle
Find me in the Crooks & Castles
I'm a fresh lil' rap pussy, I'm automatic
Watch me auto-Mac it
I just thought I'd rap it as I kick it back
Relaxed, I'm swag up in a Starter jacket
(Damn) that's easy, laid back in sweatpants
Come up to a bitch, kiss her left hand
Let's dance (Hey, baby)
I'm a gentleman, don't make me lose my
My bomb in this telegram will
Send him down to Neverland (Ha)
La La Land, stars and cartoons
Aquaman here to split you
With blades and harpoons (Chyeah)

That's how it is, man, you know what it is
How High: The Mixtape, Rated R, DJ Diggz
East End Empire, homie
And all the family, the whole fuckin' family
Let's get it

It's gon' be 412 'til the death of me
And if a homie got a problem
He can let it be 'Cause if he mess with me
I'ma turn his life into a playground
What you haters gotta say now? (Bitch)

So what it is?
(What it is?) What it do? (What it do?)
When you see me, I be chillin' with the crew
(With the crew)
It's for the 412, homie, this is our year
(it's our year)
So what you think you doin' here? (Haha, yo)