Tommy Tee, Masta Ace - What Is It lyrics

Yeah yeah
What is it? Uh, yeah
What is it? Tommy Tee, Masta Ace
What is it? Uh, huh
Uh, huh 1-2

Listen, every season I'm out
I'm hot without a reasonable doubt
Raps in a pleasing amount
I'm squeezing 'em out
All this beef is about increasing your clout
Hot rhymes I got a decent amount
And I'm leasin 'em out (Uh, huh)
With the option to own
Stop watching the chrome
Go home little rascal and learn that poem
When I mix paper and ink I'm making you think
It's like pouring a glass of poison
And taking a drink (That's right)
My teeth is sharp they're
Better to eat rappers
Why you wanna keep at this? You need practice
I'm well known to inflict pain
Like knee fractures
If I wrote a book you'd be
Dead in the first three chapters
It's a habit of mine
To put cats on a rapid decline
You get shot with a knife
Stabbed with a nine
Your career is about as stable
As a three legged table
I put out more records myself
Than your whole label
Talking all that thug shit
Like you're so able
The worst thing you did in your life
Was stole cable you're too light in the ass
To be fighting the mass
I leave you right in the
Grass I'm lightning fast
I'm nice now, shit I was tight in the past
I throw you right in the
Dash like a frightening crash
You like Bruce Willis in Sixth Sense
And I'mma show it
And that's 'cause your career's dead
But you don't know it

What is it when the shit's so tight
That you can't
You can't stop do it all night
What is it when the spot's so hot
That you just won't stop until you drop

What is it when the shit's so tight
That you can't
You can't stop do it all night
What is it when the spot's so hot
That you just won't stop until you drop
What is it?

I'm like a loyal husband cause
I don't fuck around
It's impossible to get shot, stabbed
Or knuckled down
Got no place on stage with me, look around
If this was the HBO fight
You wouldn't have took a round
Must have had a lobotomy, taking a shot at me
Couldn't fuck with one verse that
Ever came outta me
Thought that it was a big game
'till I spit flames
Need to walk with a cane
Cause your shit's lame
You're on the wrong road
You should've switched lanes
I'm a bit strange and I don't skip names
And you're next on the list
Not a second to miss
And after the party you'll probably
Have sex with your fist consecutive this
Put them little lines on hold
I can write rhymes in the darkness
With a blindfold
My shit will still be sicker
Fill me with liquor put a mic in my hand and
I'll be killing you quicker
That shit you spit
You consider it legitimate?
You're illiterate
I don't even feel you a little bit (Nope)
Walking around with your big fitted
You can get it
Your whole album's been spitted
I been did it
You thin wit it, rap style's anorexic
When you wrote that you should have went back
Double checked it, I perfect it
Sit on it like Ralph
Do you understand the words coming
Out of my mouth?

What is it when the shit's so tight
That you can't
You can't stop do it all night
What is it when the spot's so hot
That you just won't stop until you drop

What is it when the shit's so tight
That you can't
You can't stop do it all night
What is it when the spot's so hot
That you just won't stop until you drop
What is it?

Masta Ace, Tommy Tee bK, Norway
What, what uh my nigga? uh
My nigga Stretch, pacalipse lil Shay
Uh, uh