As we forward towards the new millennium We no longer communicate with vocal inflections It will be to communicate through telekinesis We will open mind and concentrate harder Focus, focus, focus, focus, hey brother, it is?
Raps Star Wars, only the stars die Its no sequels, B3 cases, Before and Neo was killin 'em We was duckin' roulettes in the hood like Remo
an underground bomb cipritate Get serious or die like John Ritter Young Eastwood, just tryin' to eat Breathe easy, relax, Mac like
Keep snorin, keep sleepin, I'll keep back, lay in the cut like Neosporin Came out of the blastin' hungrier than Ethiopians fastin'
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 to eat, human survival
Spit at your favorite rapper, his title Stick needles in his 'til his signs are no longer vital is ain't that, I'm not them These those rhymes, I'm not him
This is like cocaine all night Shine like the new halogen fog lights, no More like sunshine and one in your mind To you of when you were nine
Before you were cherries 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, catch me at the Practicin my aim, gat you in your brain, They thought I was backpacks, Didnt know that he 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 glove box, in the boot With the sex appeal and no ice To the bear arms, I'm not talkin' wifebeaters either
When they see me they say that's nigga My last name should be 'That's That Sounds kinda nice, Pharoahe that's Never catch me with them plastic cat fast
With the flow so influential Niggas up, they get no instrumentals now time you spittin' on mine Bet your bottom dollar you be spittin' rhymes, what it is?
it is? it is? it is?