[Intro: Ilajide]
What is...(x8)

[Verse 1: Ilajide]
What is start?
Start is art of picking the mental canvas to drip the image of kicking
Assess while beats just be blasting
Taking your food now you fasting
Never would you be passing me and my crew on the track
And that's even if you was dragging, zero to 60 gassing the wagon
'Til it's a phantom of heeding the breathing dragons
Bazooka rubies imagine me up high as Aladdin
Environmentalist blasting them gems all over the atlas
I patch it like Captain Planet
What is name?
This is how a n***a can stake his claim
When you hit the track and it bang
Hit from back, say name or your recognition in gang
They one in the same, the name of the game
I cock the lyrical aim and give 'em a twist
And n***as is sprained, ilajid-dang
I give em the pain, I'm comin up quicker than switching lanes
Under an overpass, when a n***a cannot miss his exit man

[Verse 2: L.A.Z]
What is lanes?
Yellow lines, blind minds get trapped up in between
Confined rhymes fit inside fast lanes these finish lines
Fast paced slices of vast cake, yours half baked
Beat drops, my tummy plummets, it gives me stomach aches
Straight take players (what) my Detroit players (what)
En route to better spaces reserved for all you figures
Should probably take some people with you, watch me with Caleco vision
You heard of that I'm sensing. really it’s the game
I'm playing live shows with or without a console
Vita mobile movements can't touch us like white iPhones
My, I’ve grown the further away that we’ve roamed
My eyes closed not dreaming and then I'm back home n***a
Behold geechie flows, so many hits I changed my name to Ichiro
Want ichiban y'all all numero dos
As I loop through Tokyo in gold one hundred spokes
Turismos close, rear view mirrors
Speed directly from the game

[Hook]
What is that? What? What is rap?
When it's my turn to attack, you know I be kicking them facts
And then they ask me, what is that? What? What is rap?
You know that blipity blap and the melody that you lack
And then they ask me, what is that? What? What is rap?

[Verse 3: Noveliss]
What is skill?
The talent of unraveling thought patterns from the status of being static in your mental
The urge of conversion of thoughts to bullets that fit into pencils
Pens, or empty out of the cuticles on your thumbs
Painting pavement to touch on while you keep running from writers block
In search of the Midas touch, get your shining up and I am just
King Arthur before the throne, premeditated royalty pulled the mic from the stone
When it was best to be left alone, skull and cross bones
No eyes on the prize, just rappers, skeletons cursed with a pair of Basilisk eyes
Skeletons all in my closet, while I rap your demise
These are Voltron and Optimums Prime, battle flows
Rise of the machines, keep it underground as a catacomb
Your battle drones get shattered alone, blast through your songs
Peter Parker the artist your an Arachnophobia better back back
Itchy pituitary gland cannons will blast abstract

[Verse 4: E-Fav]
In the face of reality what is abstract
Facts, that get skewered over the bar b, word to Outkast
Out last every contender listed, so tell me just, what is competition?
When your compositions descriptive with iller penman-ship
Quiet is kept, I guess we better as a secret
In the D it's not as easy to see the light as a plus (uh)
What is negativity?
That's when you see me and your eyes roll
Or cause my art expressive not the normal, got your heart cold
Closed up boxed off, I'm sorry for your loss
I could have made a record just for the radio, for the boss up
But, hardly identify, associate with rage
The only rap group with a hip hop classic in the last decade
Only for the record to get straightened like a couch session
Malcolm aggression and level just like watch's bezel
Housing my diamonds in apparatuses, more status
Causing more static, Noveliss passed the baton backwards
And I just started rapping another name-eh-less classic
An answer for all the addicts who asking just how it happened
What is rap?