It's Comin'

[Intro: ?uestlove] It's comin', y'all, it's comin' Straight from Philadelphia It's definitely comin' G check, this is ?uestlove Coolin' Mic check First up to bat is the kid Myself, of Me, Myself & Eye Represent, kid, and it goes 1... 2... 3... [Verse 1: Myself a.k.a. ELO The Cosmic Eye & (Black Thought)] It's me, no applause? Pull up your drawers, hun Don't throw them on stage 'cause you're probably underage But to the rest of y'all that's in the crowd I'm here to let ya know (Say what?!) — it's comin' I hear you, you're hummin' The bass lines, the drums is phat, indeed! I don't need high speed to get my point across But when I rap, I lead in the rhythmic creed And the end result is that you still get lost (Uh-huh) I toss my hat in the air for the brothers Who wrote this funky track, and if I had I'd throw another To all the grits-getters 'cause I know you can relate When I tell ya it won't be a long wait before you see that... [Hook repeated] It's comin'! [Interlude: ?uestlove] Awwww, yeah It goes on and on (On and on) To the break of dawn (Break of dawn) Check it out, yo, this is my brother AJ Shine With insight for your mind It goes 1... 2... 3... C'mon! [Verse 2: AJ Shine a.k.a. Joe Young] Ahhhhhhhhhhh! Guess who's comin' to dinner! It's the beginner Not thickenin' the plot, hot like Scott Storch on the keys I light a torch on these MC's Take the flame plus my name overseas So I'm... shinin' over here! I'm shinin' over there! The flow from Tokyo to Trafalgar Square So get zooted on the deeply rooted mad skills polluted See? 'Cause of the ways we does it, trips are comin' out the budget BAM! The door's jammed, slammed in my face, damn! 'Cause she doesn't have a clue who's able Labels smile by the mile and say your sound's "Too freestyle" I got a underground view, it says that "It's supposed to!" So don't front on the masterpiece from the East The dollar writin' rhymes, ironed tight like a crease As I say peace to Quite Sane, the Jazz and London rain It's how we're comin' on the scene, ya know what I mean?! 'Cause it's comin' [Hook repeated] It's comin'! [Interlude: ?uestlove] [Verse 3: Malik B, (Black Thought) & ?uestlove] A.K.A. the microphone Messiah, trample like a stallion Snatch ya ass like a gold medallion Or a stash of a thousand big greens This nig' seems to be extreme But it's just due to the fact that I gleam! (BING!) Eyebrows aroused as I house The microphone system striker prone, I flows for miles And Miles, but my last name is not Davis I hope you're not offended 'Cause the word is splendid, moves ya like Avis Trucks, 'cause it's plenty niggas struck 'Cause this illy, silly sucka tried to trick — I flip that ass like a penny! The cooler nigga, not Slick Rick, but the ruler I figured, my lyrics will be triggered! (Blahhh!!!) Verbally attack, I will deserve to bust a cap On those WACK-ASS MC's! Those JACK-ASS MC's! I never go to court when I'm summoned Brother ?uestion — keep drummin' 'cause you know that it's comin'! [Hook] It's comin'! [Interlude: ?uestlove] Awwww, shit! It's somethin' now Next up is my man with the master plan Put the mic in his hand My brother Step up, Black Thought, step up one time [Verse 4: Black Thought] Yo! I do this thing and bring the swing like Roger Clemens Last an innings, I got phat Def Jams like Russell Simmons A poster child for wild MC's across the planet Poetic as Janet's Justice, plus when I bust this, trust this Dust this ashes that I scatter over rappers I'm phatter than They prayin' to them pimps in the Vatican I take 'em out! It's all about the short and stout Clouds to sleep, ya speak "Warm it up, 'Riq" Yo, I'm about to slam more blam than a man with a tan I hate MC's like Farrakhan hate ham And I slam like Islam as I blam Aiyyo, that's word to ya granny Who be dancin' in her panties for Luke out in Miami No Grammy nomination Though I'm heard across the nation when rippin' I be trippin', but I never take vacation Yo, listen! As I kick it like them kids in California Creep up on ya, jackin' makin' me the owner Of yo' shit, nigga, bitch nigga, see deez nutz, well, free deez I sneeze G's, I'm ill as diabetes It's all about the South Philly kid who mouth really be runnin' Off and on to the break of dawn [Hook repeated] It's comin'! [Interlude: Black Thought] {*shout-outs and adlibs*} [Outro] It's comin', y'all, it's comin', yeah It's comin', yeah, it's comin', yeah It's comin, nigga! It's comin', nigga! It's comin, nigga! It's comin', nigga! It's comin, nigga! It's comin', nigga! It's comin, nigga! It's comin', nigga!