How It Is - Mud Sun

That’s how it was

But this is how it is

That’s how it was

But this is how it was

That’s how it was

But this is how it is

I making fat prophets crossing Biggie Smalls with Nostradamus

My catastrophic predictions are postally apocalyptic

But I’m not as cryptic

I’m pathologically optimistic

I had the option to stop giving a crap

But I passed on it

Like gastronomical blockage

I got the laxative product

I’m flowing with massive volume

Like the plasma you got in your arteries

You can’t stop it without stopping your heartbeat

I’m droppin' cacophonic harmonies on tracks often

My sixteen bars get adapted to rap sonnets

And passed off as neoclassical knowledge

That’s real masterful like a National Geographic

But I can be irrational 'cause I’m dealing with mad problems

That seem to surpass logic

Like a workaholic ant cursin' and misanthropic

I’m building a colony and callin' on any rapper with skill

To follow me and try to match topics

And patterns and rhythmic trash talkin'

And then when I’m finished

I party with the grasshoppers

That’s how it was

But this is how it is

That’s how it was

But this is how it was

That’s how it was

But this is how it is

That’s how it was

I write barefoot ballads that bite bullets and fight bullshit

Treatin' the mic booth as my pulpit

Preachin' towards the force of five full clips

Sharper than implements from a clever guy’s tool kit

I also write songs

Veloci-raps with teeth of razors

That chase kids through the streets for days

Without pause for thinking

With claws that sink in

And choruses that disenslave a man like Abraham Lincoln

Me and Baba are Captain Haddock and TinTin

The two tongue talker touring Toon Town

In a turbo teleporter with the roof down

Turning the tweaker to ten

That’s the only way we’ll put our tunes out

BMI and Virgin won’t touch 'em

Fuck 'em

We’ll keep slurring sentences like stoned Dutchmen

Yelling like our microphones don’t function

We find fucking with photogs more fulfilling than punchin' 'em

That’s how it was

But this is how it is

That’s how it was

But this is how it was

That’s how it was

Oh Really?

How was it?

Once upon a time not long ago

You can find me gobbling mind boggling flows like an alcoholic

Swallowing fine bottles of wine

Now try and follow me close

As I expose most Hip Hop guys as lobotomized hoaxes

Whoop Whoop!

It’s the sound of the policemen

Filling my town with impetulant screeching

A man shouted «Free Palestine!»

They tried to arrest him for treason

But we rushed 'em and they hid for the rest of the evening

Who’s world is this?

It’s now a superfluous search for pedicurers and perfect services

I work the verbal superlatives

And if you listen and think this verse is sick

Don’t purchase it, just burn this disc

Don’t push me 'cause I’m close to the edge

Sick of my generation vegetating on sofa beds

I’m standing on broken bus stops

Throwing stones at the Feds

Chuck your hands up to catch what I said

'Cause it’s over your head

That’s how it was

But this is how it is

That’s how it was

But this is how it was

That’s how it was

But this is how it was

That’s how it was

But this is how it was