What It Is (Apollo Brown Remix)

(Chorus) 
6 Rock what it is? 
Si what it is? 
Sakoda what it is? 
Phers one what it is? 
Promoters get the dough right some of us got kids 
Shame we got to do it to death to try to live 

I’ma 
real focused individual 
Here to give niggas L’s 
Split the money dip and bail 
Long days, strong nights 
I’m on stage on mics 
We take initiative, lesson is sink or swim 
Hold up 
Homie I spit to win 
Nah, I spit to live this a hobby no mo’ 
Retracing steps just to see I got 1000’s to go 
I’m Trek Life 
For the perilous quest I’m ready and set 
You bare-ly fresh, that’s why the people rarely impressed 
You all boring they enduring your set like; what’s next? 
And I don’t claim to be less 
Than the best man for the job 
You mouth hustlers can stop 
Speakin on it like you knowin what’s going on you misinformed 
Small minded, I aint fall back, it’s all timing 
And this is a rendition of unflawed rhyming 
Take notes, take lessons but you’ll never take mine 

Chorus 

McGriff what it is? 
Blue what it is? 
Yo’ Aloe what it is? 
Exile what it is? 
Promoters get the dough right some of us got kids 
Shame we got to do it to death to try to live 

Tam Blue what it is? 
Si what it is? 
DP what it is? 
Timeless what it is? 
Promoters get the dough right some of us got kids 
Shame we got to do it to death to try to live 

Partner I am not through with this planet 
I’m raining terror til my last day living Cot Damnit 
I promise you real [bad word] 
Then leave a detailed hitlist 
My kids will continue to do the same to your children’s, children  [bad word] I aint just in it 
I laid the concrete foundation to build this buildin’ 
Don’t conceal your yielding 
Nah, do it willingly now 
Clear the path make room 
I’m built to last cuz I don’t do what you fake do 
Ya’ll chattering 
Gossipin’ hard like little old women 
And if the shoe fits [bad word]  hit the stroll in it 
You do what hoes do, but, I’ma go getter get lost 
Not enough workers, everyone’s a boss 
It’s a wonder ya’ll see any funds at all 
And I’m supposed to let you [bad word] my money off? 
Please 
If you aint Pac Division or Blu 
Or a few other emcees 
We not in the same league in Cali 
That’s from Silicon to Yucca Valley 
I don’t fraternize with you pack of liars don’t ask me 
It’s a marathon 
Goin pass me on the sprint 
I promise you I’ll win in the end 
And I don’t break I adjust so when you thinking he bend 
I’ll be shaking out the ink in the pen rippin again 
Right in front of you 
Makin careers off your fear 
Here’s the light to run to 
And this is only the begin settle in 

Scratches 

I’m the master cold stompin ya’ll beginners 
Steady hustle we get it poppin from winter to winter 
Heavy footed I’m mastodon stompin when I enter cuz failures like 
Simply not an option I can consider 
Get off me I’m that [bad word] 
Vain you’ll get slain by my vernacular rap slang 
What I’m saying it’s like 
Hell fire and war I’m not a game 
It’s real life 
I weald mics to make change look 
You get crushed like vegetation under African elephant feet 
Your fetus rap far under developed you weak 
While you embellish I energize and envelop the beat 
Make it part of me Capish? 
Can’t believe you got the nerve to speak to Trek Life 
You Tofu niggas don’t want beef 
I’m one of Cali’s elite 
In towners and outta-towners get smacked to your knees 
US to overseas what it is?