As we move towards the new millennium We will no longer communicate with inflections It be necessary to communicate through telekinesis We will open your mind and concentrate Focus, focus, focus, focus, hey brother, it is?
Raps like Star Wars, only the die Its no sequels, B3 cases, Morpheus and Neo was killin 'em We was duckin' roulettes in the like Remo Williams
Understand an bomb cipritate Get or die laughin like John Ritter Young Eastwood, just tryin' to eat easy, relax, Mac like Fleetwood
Keep snorin, keep sleepin, keep tourin Come back, lay in the cut like Came out of the fallopian Pharoahe hungrier than Ethiopians
Flies all in my teeth, stickin' out Niggas dibs on the weed but ain't kickin' out See this is not Idol' This is me tryin' to eat, survival
Spit at favorite rapper, take his title Stick in his eyeballs 'til his signs are no longer vital is ain't that, I'm not them These those rhymes, I'm not him
This is more cocaine all night Shine like the new five fog lights, no More like sunshine and one line in mind To you of when you were nine
Before you were bustin' It necessary to grind them Now we all on our And you got the nerve to press frisbees, it is?
it is? it is? it is?
If I'm not home on the range, me at the range my aim, gat you in your brain, shame They thought I was backpacks, Didnt that he kept inside the knapsack
Today's do skate by hits Run in your on some 'Queer Eye for the Straight Guy' shit But not homosexuals, they in gunplay Rearrange your furniture, fix Feng Shui
They be it's cute But a B up in the box, cutter in the boot the sex appeal and no ice either To fight the arms, I'm not talkin' wifebeaters either
When they see me say that's that nigga My last name should be 'That's That Sounds kinda nice, Pharoahe that Never catch me with plastic cat fast niggas
the flow that's so influential Niggas fucked up, they get no now Next you spittin' on mine Bet your bottom dollar you be over rhymes, what it is?
it is? it is? it is?