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!)