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

[Verse 1: Casual]
I write raps, and when n***as 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 shit's wack
They get smacked by the competition lurkin' in the West
Peep who's the best
I finally got time to get this shit off my chest
But still I'm taxing, axing the competition
What the fuck 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 shit
I expect it
You didn't bite 'cause your styles are anorexic
N***as 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 shit so you can bite the shit
And I'll know, in spite you get props
("Check it out") N***as 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 shit
I come real when I show skill
(Got n***as sayin' Cash) You macked on that ho ill
And that's for real, my flow still is everlasting
N***as 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***as try to flow but they sound like me a year ago, shit
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***as got my back than Rodney King's
I feel tight knowing that the shit 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' shit to make MC's back down
Got rhymes that kills, fills many empty heads
When n***as can be dead, I got 'em in line like Simply
Red light, slow that shit 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"