It Is What It Isn't - DJ JS-1

Look

What’s my motivation here

Remember

I played Hamlet in Cambridge

Specifically in my trailer

I asked for only pink jelly beans

Pink tho!

Hoes and cars

Images and fake facades

Holograms appear

Like a desert mirage

Who’s really in charge

When the director screams cut

And throws his hands up

The roles is over

They send flatbeds

For the rented Range Rovers

He takes off his glitter and chains

And hands them over

To a stylist he’s gay

But he’s bald like Telly Savalas

The audience appears naive and challenging

Vying on to these far out ideas

Like novices

He used to be a CO

Now a rapper with a silk shirt

A bit of a diva

He acts like a jerk

Then it’s back to his trailer

Cause it’s all in a days work

He shines his awards

While counting his cash

With a team of security guards

Protecting his ass

He rhymes about drugs, guns, hoes and rims

Then he signs another guy

Who rhymes just like him

In this world that we live in

It’s fake it until you fit in

Perception is reality

It is what is isn’t

The whole neighborhood knows you

And they’ll expose you

You ain’t really real

I can tell when I look at you

Rapper turned gangsta

A gangsta turned rapper

R&B nigga singing

Bout they would clap that

Everybody murderers

Drugger dealers and jackers

In beef they produce

Foot speed, they track masters

Tight jean caps

That tell you to hang loose

Tight circles

Got a weak link in the group

Even the street niggas

Is going to Youtube

They might as well

Tell the police their next move

It it me?

This illogy is so confused

Most people want to sell their souls

To get views

The game way outta control

Without rules

And chicks acting much more harder

Than most dudes

Like wow, a lot of suckers

Shit is so dated

There’s big time artists

That’s now become sated

Be a leader

And learn how to move a little different

It is what it is

But it is what is isn’t

Original rappers

Suppose to write how you live

You wasn’t moving all that work

When I did

You was an actor

And your stacks ain’t matchin up

All that crack

You should have been stacking up

Fat fuck

Faker that an ass n' plain

So now you wanna

Hammer dance

Got a silicone soul

Probably bleach his ass holes

Catch him in my rap lasso

Round up the beef (beef)

Pound the ground with your teeth

Make believe like hair weave

Make believe like

Adam and Eve

Make believe like Lee Harvey

Me hardly

I’m harder that a Harley Chopper

Rocking your bop proper

From Queens to Guantanemo

Yeah

It is what it’s gonna be

And I can see that you’re plastic boy

Probably rock a fake face

Like Caster Troy