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


[Verse 1:]
Raps like Star Wars

Only the stars die, it's no sequels
B-3 cases, C3P0's
Before Morpheus and Neo was killing 'em

We was duckin' roulettes in the hood like Remo Williams
Understand an underground bomb-cipritate
Get serious or die laughing like John Ritter

Young Eastwood, just tryin' to eat good
Breathe easy, relax
Mac like Fleetwood

Keep snoring
Keep sleeping, I'll keep touring
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

^!$$%s 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 ain't that

I'm not them
These ain't those rhymes, I'm not him
This is more like cocaine all night

Shine like the new five halogen fog-lights
No
More like sunshine

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 Frisbees
What it is


"What it is"

[Verse 2:]

If I'm not home on the range
Catch me at the range, practicing 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 %#@!
But not homosexuals they master in gunplay
Rearrange your furniture, fix your feng shui

They be swearin' it's cute
But a B up in the glovebox, cutter in the boot
With the sex 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 $#&@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"