As we move forward towards the new millennium
We will no longer communicate with vocal inflections
It will be necessary to communicate through telekinesis
We will open your mind and concentrate harder
Focus, focus, focus, focus, hey brother, what it is? Raps like Star Wars, only the stars die
It's no sequels, B3 cases, C3P0's
Before Morpheus and Neo was k**in' 'em
We was duckin' roulette's in the hood like Remo Williams Understand an underground bomb cipritate
Get serious or die laughin' like John Ritter
Young Eastwood, just tryin' to eat good
Breathe easy, relax, Mac like Fleetwood Keep snorin', keep sleepin', I'll keep tourin'
Come back, lay in the cut like Neosporin
Came out of the fallopian blastin'
Pharoahe hungrier than Ethiopians fastin' Flies all in my teeth, stomach stickin' out
n***as want dibs on the weed but ain't kickin' out
See this is not 'American Idol'
This is me tryin' to eat, human survival Spit at your favorite rapper, take his title
Stick needles in his eyeballs 'til his signs are no longer vital
This is ain't that, I'm not them
These ain't those rhymes, I'm not him This is more like c**aine all night
Shine like the new five halogen fog lights, no
More like sunshine and one line in your mind
To remind you of when you were nine Before you were bustin' cherries
It wasn't necessary to grind them
Now we all on our grizzly
And you got the nerve to press Frisbee's, what it is? What it is
What it is
What it is If I'm not home on the range, catch me at the range
Practicin' my aim, gat you in your brain, shame
They thought I was backpacks, slept
Didn't know that he kept inside the knapsack Today's n***as do skate by hits
Run in your crib on some 'Queer Eye for the Straight Guy' sh**
But not h*mos**uals, they master in gun play
Rearrange your furniture, fix your Feng Shui They be swearin' it's cute
But a be up in the glove box, cutter in the boot
With the s** appeal and no ice either
To fight the bear arms, I'm not talkin' wife beaters either When they see me they say that's that n***a
My last name should be "That's That n***a"
Sounds kinda nice, Pharoahe that's that
Never catch me with them plastic cat fast n***as With the flow that's so influential
n***as f**ed up, they get no instrumentals now
Next time you spittin' on mine
Bet your bottom dollar you be spittin' over rhymes, what it is? What it is
What it is
What it is