What It Is

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'*******efore

Morpheus and

Neo was killin’ 'em

We was duckin' roulettes 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

NeosporinCame out of the fallopian blastin'

Pharoahe hungrier than

Ethiopians fastin'

Flies all in my teeth, stomach stickin' out

******s want dibs on the ******* 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 eye****** '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 ******* all night

*******ne like the new five halogen fog lights, no

More like sun*******ne 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 fri*******ees, 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 ******s do skate by hits

Run in your crib on some '

Queer Eye for the

Straight Guy' *******t

But not *******uals, they master in gunplay

Rearrange your furniture, fix your

Feng ShuiThey be swearin' it's cute

But a B up in the glove box, cutter in the boot

With the *** appeal and no ice either

To fight the bear arms,

I'm not talkin' wifebeaters either

When they see me they say that's that ******

My last name should be '

That's That

******'Sounds kinda nice,

Pharoahe that's that

Never catch me with them plastic cat fast ******s

With the flow that's so influential

******s ****** 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?…