What It Is

[Intro] As we move forward towards the new millennium (As we move toward the new millennium) We will no longer communicate (We will no longer communicate with vocal inflections) (What it is, what it is, what it is, what it is) It will be necessary to communicate (It will be necessary) through telekinesis (What it is) We will open your mind and concentrate harder (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 Beat three cases, see three P-O's Before Morpheus and Neo was killin' 'em We was duckin' bullets in the hood like Remo Williams Understand the underground Dom'-sipper Take it serious or die laughin', like John Ritter Young Eastwood, just tryin' to eat good Breathe easy, relax, mack, like Fleetwood (C'mon) Keep snorin', keep sleepin'—I'll keep tourin' 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 Niggas want dibs on the weed but ain't kickin' out ("Hey, bruh") 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 (C'mon), 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 And one line of mine'll remind you of when you were nine Before you were bustin' cherries, it wasn't necessary to grind then Now, we all on our grizzly (C'mon) And you got the nerve to press Frisbees What it is? [Chorus] What it is, what it is, what it is, what it is What it is, what it is, what it is, what it is What it is, what it is, what it is, what it is What it is, what it is, what it is, what it is [Verse 2] If I'm not home on the range, catch me at the range Practicin' my aim, catch you in your brain (Shame) They thought I was backpack Slept, didn't know that he kept inside the knapsack Today's niggas do skate-by hits Run in your crib on some Queer Eye For The Straight Guy shit (Ugh) But not homosexuals—they mastering gunplay Rearrange your furniture, fix your feng shui—i They be swearing it's cute But I be up in the club, boxcutter in the boot With the sex appeal, and no ice, either The right to bear arms—I'm not talking wife-beaters, either (Ah) When they see me they say, "That's that nigga" My last name should be That'sThatNigga Sounds kinda nice! "Pharoahe That'sThat..." Never catch me with them plastic, half-ass niggas (Ha) With the flow that's so influential (Ugh) Niggas fucked up—they get no instrumentals now Next time you spitting on mine Bet your bottom dollar you'd be spitting over rhymes What it is? [Outro] What it is, what it is, what it is, what it is What it is, what it is, what it is, what it is What it is, what it is (Pharoahe Monch) What it is, what it is (Lee Stone) What it is, what it is, what it is, what it is (Oww!)