Honorable Mentions

[Intro: LORD JAH-MONTE OGBON]
I guess it is what it is (Oh!)
Ya! I– I– I guess it is what– I guess it is what it is (Oh, straight up and down)
I– I guess it is what it is (Stuck, Jewerly Rap Productions)

[Verse 1: LORD JAH-MONTE OGBON]
Daddy want it poppin' in the moment
Don't get popped any moment
The top's a bonus
The God a pop a noodle top, rameno
Started for lopen—I'm so married to the streets
Addidas cango fur
Plead my G, we haven't heard the peep in weeks (Where you been at?)
If money talks than keep it brief, I'm Charlie Sheen—a sex fiend (Damn)
Who's your next best thing?
My queen the next thing, woah!
A lot of politics in rap, she's on the left wing (Left wing)
It's in the end of Jess Tree
Clеan the a turbulence (But nah, shout out, for rеal)
Money goes down, we're never censor enteric nervous (Not all all!)
I'm doctor save-me-the-opulence, G you purposeless
Shorty lightin' candles like Tonic, uh
Might fly to [?], the greatest is still demonic-a (Ah, nah, it's still me)
Might see me out of town lockin' the chocolate brown
We not on common ground, let you Chinatown play all around (Yeah true)
Niggas want my pens, I'm not a talent scout, that's without a doubt (Woo!)
I don't need you to hit my line, she say'd it's a–
Oh, nah-nah-nah-nah, you went crazy, for real (Nah, I did)

[Chorus: Mickey Diamond & LORD JAH-MONTE OGBON]
I guess it is what it is
Uh
I– I guess it is what it is (Woo!)
Danger
I guess it is– Diamond

[Verse 2: Mickey Diamond]
Ayo, my wordplay Hattori Hanzo; I'm Ninja Gaiden
Right in, how you boostin' with the blade, flip page and
Practice my art while I [?] the [?] burnin'
I skip the grade, these niggas ain't learnin'
Wage, earn it
Power bomb we trough the top while the cage burnin'
Act your age and not your shoe size
I move like Schwarzenegger in True Lies; keep your shoes tied
We in the death race and when the two rise it's on your [?]
I have your shit sittin' outside like Will Ferrell and let go (Oh!)
My shit is sure without the gecko
I'm aimin' for that blue check though
These Instagramers terrified to get me verified; I sabotage
The rizz get paralysed; sweet caroline, poker face with a pair of [?]
You got your own style, don't stare at mine
The light glare of the chain; it'll leave you confused
I'm like a pair of dime—I'm to aware, always prepared; was never scared of crime
I swing the sword, [?] now he can't wear the crown
I tear the town and [?] 'fore I settle down
I get around [?] let 'em drown; who got the better sound?
I leave rappers lost; where they never found
Down the beheaded clown
Japanese, bust sauce—spin your head around (Diamonds)

[Chorus]
I guess it is what it is (Jewelry Rap Productions)
I guess it is what it is (It's the Umbrella, bitch)
I guess it is what it is
I guess it is what it is
I– I– I guess it is what it is
I– I– I guess it is what it–

[Outro]
I guess it is what it is