it s vinyl thug music man i call a spade a spade it just is what it is my man tzr in that muthafuckin hit house we just touched ground in boston man let s do this i m the wizard of wordplay i spit paragraphs in absurd ways i m too fly you die in the worst way sort of like burning your body parts the party starts and inspires the crowd like hearin marcus garvey talk awkwardly spark beef i put you all to sleep the blood and ashes i keep that all for me i brainstorm in a blizzard and still remain calm i walk through the inferno with flames in my palm i start wars with killers and carnivores and smash characters heads in cadillac car doors far more than amateur i m immature some say i m godly for holdin the sinners cure my skin is pure my body is waterproof slaughter the boof and keep blades between my jaw and my tooth i m dangerous man with just one raise of the hand my game plan is make grands with my ace in the fam ain t nothin changed with the budget and love from the public i m still waitin to kill em with one club hit my rugged approach they lovin the most so while you huggin your toast i stay up with the smoke aiyyo it is what it is my nigga whether the sun or the storm my nigga if it s on then it s on my nigga i call a spade a spade it just is what it is yo in case y all ain t know i m a ragin beast been hibernatin all winter and i ain t made my feast eyes of satan all lit up cause my aim to see quick to stab you in the back never aim to please spit havoc on a track the terrain could freeze live lavish on the map with a chain of thieves split atoms with a rap like my brain s diseased as if i was a nam vet with a grenade in trees and if there s beef in the air we let it fade the breeze invade the beach parade the street from days to weeks i m made to creep from above and beyond beneath slave the beat engrave your meat with ancient speech homicidal cock my rifles i m a sniper plot my rivals lock the title i m your idol squash the bible i m a psycho not disciple i m a tower not the eiffel not delightful it is what it is my nigga no matter who hatin on the clique together let s do us every rhyme line for line if i shine you shine shine  my pen s cursed the ink will poison you and your friends first your neck jerk every single part of you s left hurt you out of place niggas i devour respect turf on the hour train nigga where cowards get left murked you ll probably brain quicker than a nun that offends church my network equipped killers and experts have it propped up locked up in a spot where death lurks i wrote this off of drinkin with a bottle of beck s first aiyyo it is what it is my nigga whether the sun or the storm my nigga if it s on then it s on my nigga i call a spade a spade it just is what it is jay z1