That’s How It Is (Disseshowedo Mix) lyrics

[Intro: Tajai]
Ayo, what's up?
It's Tajai in the house, you know what I'm sayin'?
Chillin' with my n*gga Casual
He 'bout to show you how it is, ha

[Verse 1: Casual]
I write raps, and when n*ggas bite, I applaud
I see 'em tryin' hard but they all just let me down
'Cause I thought they would be doper
In fact, their sh*t's wack
They get smacked by the competition lurkin' in the West
Peep who's the best
I finally got time to get this sh*t off my chest
But still I'm taxing, axing the competition
What the f*ck you rhymin' for?
I diss 'em easily, and you can feel the pressure push
When I bust, MCs'll be
Embarrassed and ashamed they can't wreck sh*t
I expect it
You didn't bite 'cause your styles are anorexic
n*ggas just lose when I choose
The best crews of MC's and turn 'em into refugees
I slaughter a lotta MC's that author
Styles I compiles and cut 'em off like valves
Think to yourself, I write the sh*t so you can bite the sh*t
And I'll know, in spite you get props
("Check it out") n*ggas need to stop, ha
[Scratched Chorus]
"That's how it was and that's how it is"
"That, that's how it was and that's how it is"
"That's how it was and that's how it is"
"That, that's how, how it was and that's how it is, is"

[Verse 2: Casual]
Enough with this wackness, enough is my check
Enough with those who bluff tough and don't wreck sh*t
I come real when I show skill
(Got n*ggas sayin' Cash) You macked on that ho ill
And that's for real, my flow still is everlasting
n*ggas forever blasting shots when Cash gets hot
You're not fresh, so you're hating when I be just
Ripping microphones but that's stating the obvious
Now how much harder can it get?
n*ggas try to flow but they sound like me a year ago, sh*t
Oh, kapoot, I got loot
To the hoes I'm cute, and so I always got boots
It's me, so be free to feel the Al B. swing
More n*ggas got my back than Rodney King's
I feel tight knowing that the sh*t I write
Will be exposed to foes and everyone will feel fright
And you'll run and tell your man, "Yo, peep this twist
It's real, try to practice"
But the mack is way ahead of ya, instead of your wack sound
I'm kickin' sh*t to make MC's back down
Got rhymes that kills, fills many empty heads
When n*ggas can be dead, I got 'em in line like Simply
Red light, slow that sh*t down, bring it to a halt
You're wack and it's all your fault
[Scratched Chorus]
"That, that, that, that, that's how it was and that's how it is"
"That, that's how it was and that's how it is"
"That, that, that, that's how it was and that's how it is"
"That's how it was and that, that's how it is"