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!