As we forward towards the new millennium We will no longer communicate with vocal It will be necessary to communicate through We open your mind and concentrate harder Focus, focus, focus, focus, hey brother, it is?
Raps like Wars, only the stars die Its no sequels, B3 cases, Before Morpheus and Neo was 'em We was roulettes in the hood like Remo Williams
Understand an underground cipritate Get serious or die laughin like Ritter Young Eastwood, just tryin' to eat Breathe easy, relax, Mac Fleetwood
snorin, keep sleepin, I'll keep tourin Come back, lay in the cut like Came out of the fallopian Pharoahe hungrier than Ethiopians
Flies all in my teeth, stomach out Niggas want dibs on the weed but kickin' out See is not 'American Idol' is me tryin' to eat, human survival
Spit at your favorite rapper, his title Stick needles in his 'til his signs are no longer vital This is that, I'm not them These those rhymes, I'm not him
This is like cocaine all night like the new five halogen fog lights, no More like sunshine and one in your mind To you of when you were nine
Before you were cherries It wasn't necessary to them Now we all on our And you got the to press frisbees, what it is?
it is? it is? it is?
If I'm not on the range, catch me at the range Practicin my aim, gat you in your brain, thought I was backpacks, slept Didnt know that he kept inside the
niggas do skate by hits Run in your crib on some Eye for the Straight Guy' shit But not homosexuals, master in gunplay Rearrange your furniture, fix Feng Shui
be swearin' it's cute But a B up in the box, cutter in the boot With the sex appeal and no ice To fight the arms, I'm not talkin' wifebeaters either
When see me they say that's that nigga My last name should be That Nigga' Sounds kinda nice, Pharoahe that's Never catch me with plastic cat fast niggas
With the flow so influential Niggas fucked up, get no instrumentals now Next time you spittin' on Bet your bottom dollar you be over rhymes, what it is?
it is? it is? it is?