It Is What It Is - Ras Kass

I been around the world once, had your fiancee twice

I ain’t nuthin' nice, but every lifestyle got a price

Kiss my momma on the cheek 'cause her love was deep

Like Keith Sweat, but the deeper the streets get

The deeper the beef get

Enough Fatal Attraction to boil your pet

'Cause everybody wanna have it lavish

Now, courvoisier is my dossier overnight, inside

I write like six hundred thousand kilobytes

Yes I’m on one, European cars, Cuban cigars, rap stars

Glass ceilings to the inevitable cap peeling for sexual healing

I lack feeling, wrote it for black women like Terry McMillan

Save a prayer for me, I was told no guts no glory

I shed a tear once in a while, too

But a soldier gots to do what he gots to do

I want stock in Fox, coughin' with Rupert Murdoch, I thought you knew

It is what it is

Nowadays, that’s the way it is

Why do we do what we do when we do what we must, that’s

How it is, and how it is is kinda fucked up

It’s sad to say, but things just ain’t the same no more

Why do we do what we do when we do what we lust, it is

What it is, and how it is is kinda fucked up

If the pussy is free, then talk is cheap

Then again, it’s probably cheaper to keep her

Back in the days, all a nigga needed was suede pumas and a beeper

Now they all expecting condos, briquettes and pet cheetahs

See ya when I see ya

And by then I know the motives, she bogus

I noticed her jocking the rims on the Lotus

I learned early to trust God when moms was like

You need to swoosh your ass and get a job

My occupation be operation, more horsepower than Daytona

'Cause I’m a Rider, like Winona

Being nice is a vice, the gift is naturally mine

That’s like +Grand Verbalizer+ not knowing the time

See, my partners commit crimes serving federal bids

Confined to a six by nine regrettin' the wrong shit he did

I swear, wishin' we was still little kids

But we grown men now homey, it is what it is

Nowadays, that’s the way it is

Why do we do what we do when we do what we must, that’s

How it is, and how it is is kinda fucked up

It’s sad to say, but things just ain’t the same no more

Why do we do what we do when we do what we lust, it is

What it is, and how it is is kinda fucked up

Hip Hop ain’t even fun

In these strange days, rappers is gettin' done

Like Jericho won

Within two months, two major artists got slumped

I whispered God rest the dead and let the Blaupunkt pump

Kept a part and a fade since about eleventh grade

Rock the Donna Karan shades

'Cause I don’t like to dream about gettin' paid

But I’m afraid I do

Trying to organize a team, willing to empty magazines

This supreme fiends for CREAM

We need Jes, -us like Mary Magdalene and Born Again Christians

Ain’t a politician 'cause I already got your vote

True, I want your money but I ain’t a preacher no

I don’t even love the dough

But if you don’t work you don’t eat

So I want all I can get before I go

I love what money can get me

It’s elementary evidently, the custom convertible Bentley tempt me

It is what it is

Nowadays, that’s the way it is

Why do we do what we do when we do what we must, that’s

How it is, and how it is is kinda fucked up

It’s sad to say, but things just ain’t the same no more

Why do we do what we do when we do what we lust, it is

What it is, and how it is is kinda fucked up

There are things that we can change

Some things remain the same

That’s just the way it is

Way it goes, yeah

There are things that we can change

But most things gon' stay the same

It’s the way it is

You better believe it, ooh yeah