As we move forward towards the new We no longer communicate with vocal inflections It will be necessary to communicate telekinesis We will your mind and concentrate harder Focus, focus, focus, focus, hey brother, it is?
Raps like Star Wars, the stars die Its no sequels, B3 cases, Before Morpheus and Neo was 'em We was duckin' roulettes in the hood Remo Williams
Understand an underground cipritate Get serious or die laughin John Ritter Young Eastwood, tryin' to eat good Breathe easy, relax, Mac Fleetwood
Keep snorin, keep sleepin, I'll tourin back, lay in the cut like Neosporin Came out of the blastin' Pharoahe hungrier than Ethiopians
Flies all in my teeth, stomach out Niggas want dibs on the weed but ain't out See is not 'American Idol' This is me tryin' to eat, survival
Spit at your favorite rapper, his title Stick needles in his eyeballs 'til his signs are no vital is ain't that, I'm not them These ain't rhymes, I'm not him
This is more like all night Shine like the new halogen fog lights, no More like sunshine and one line in mind To remind you of when you were
Before you were cherries It wasn't necessary to grind Now we all on our And you got the nerve to frisbees, what 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, thought I was backpacks, slept Didnt know that he kept inside the
Today's do skate by hits Run in your on some 'Queer Eye for the Straight Guy' shit But not homosexuals, master 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 the bear arms, I'm not talkin' wifebeaters either
they see me they say that's that nigga My last name be 'That's That Nigga' kinda nice, Pharoahe that's that Never catch me with plastic cat fast niggas
With the that's so influential Niggas fucked up, get no instrumentals now time you spittin' on mine Bet your bottom you be spittin' over rhymes, what it is?
it is? it is? it is?