That Ish (Real Live Music) lyrics

Mr. Payze, my man...
(Ahhh...North Philthy)
Pots & pans...
(Ah-ha)
On the percussion...the drums...
(South Philthy)
On the bass guitar strings...
(West Philthy)
Pianos...
(Ah-ha-ha)
He does it all...okay, bobble-head?
(You ready?)

Stamina, I speak nothin' but direct sh*t, while suckas talk trash, like politicians who's just tryin' to get elected. Some next sh*t, been what I'm spittin', sh*ttin' on rappers from high altitudes, with pin-point precision. Driven by rational sh*t that vary, radical visionary
(Okay, bobble-head?)
Human tactical dictionary
The way I mastered The Art Of War, is like dope, I'm hooked on it, deja vu all the way through, like I wrote the book on it. Non-violent cat, but I be ecstatic to shoot, anybody tryin' to interfere with my happiness pursuit. (Ah) It's thoughtless, even tryin' to infiltrate my fortress, to get my thoughts in the air, you'll need a forklift. So, unless you operate a Crown, sit that ass down, pound for pound missed us, too profound. Destined to stay blessed, and stack scrilla, the way I dig in your earth, and move dirt, you'd swear I worked for Caterpillar...

(You like real live music? I got a lot, now)
That's that ish...
(Don't act stupid, you know it's hot, now)
That's that ish...
(You might be young, but you gon' get it soon)
That's that ish...
(I'm only usin' my tongue, but I'm gon' hit it soon)
That's that ish...
(Come on, come on)
Yea...I must confess, I just don't detect much contest, leave your ego at the door, you gon' have to get undressed. b*tches ain't gettin' di*k, 'cause I'm sick of sayin' "yes", and jokers that play with death, is quick to get laid to rest. The quiz ain't what it is, it's best you nix the test, and save 'ya breath, your style is ill is sh*t, analogous to gay incest. Trixie rappers are swift to get f*cked, like Mae West, noble like Reggie man, and I stay with the Meth. Get you drunk off the dough, yo it's sort of like a wine high, waiting for skunk to grow, but reluctant to see the time fly. One time, I was locked in a box naked, with just my watch, after that I never had no kind of concrete love for clocks. You can't measure the slum, now. Me, and the one Sal, was rippin' mics in the prior life, around a ancient Mayan sun-dial. What, you don't think you'll get served? Believe half the sh*t you saw, son & f*ck what you heard...
(Okay, bobble-head?)

(You like real live music? I got a lot, now)
That's that ish...
(Don't act stupid, you know it's hot, now)
That's that ish...
(You might be young, but you gon' get it soon)
That's that ish...
(I'm only usin' my tongue, but I'm gon' hit it soon)
That's that ish...
(Come on, come on)

I be that critical data spiller, with original raps to fill 'ya, Mr. Payzer aka "The Liberal-Actor Killer." Unseen, by the most sophisticated radar, my street routines are heard by alien fiends, on Quasar. Lyrically slang rock, everything I bring knock, to keep this thing locked, like concentration camps in Bangkok. Your petty plans get deaded, painless on heavy anesthetic, get ready set it, my flow break the levee, damn I wet it. Men refuse to pay dues, 'cause they usually cost, they say "I'm too good to be true", but I'm too true, to be false. Most rappers is too soup, to be sauce, and it's a shame, like pretty women trickin', all the beauty is lost. Pimpery is the industry, and Luce's the boss, but cash could never clash, with my duty, of cause. (Okay, bobble-head?) Hip-Hop's my livelihood, she was born in the Bronx. Why suckas tryin' to make her move to Hollywood?

(You like real live music? I got a lot, now)
That's that ish...
(Don't act stupid, you know it's hot, now)
That's that ish...
(You might be young, but you gon' get it soon)
That's that ish...
(I'm only usin' my tongue, but I'm gon' hit it soon)
That's that ish...
(Come on, come on)

Mmm...Mr. PayzeDuez, signin' off...
It's Hip-Hop appreciation week, every week...
Yea...
North Philthy...
South Philthy...
West Philthy...
Camden...
Jersey City...
Newark...
Five Burroughs...
(Okay?)
Maryland & DC...
Cali...
Ohio...
Texas...
Kentucky...
Georgia...
The Carolinas...
Florida...
Worldwide...
(Okay, bobble-head? Okay?)