What It Is

What It Is

Pharoahe Monch

As we move forward towards the new millennium
We will no longer communicate with vocal inflections
It will be necessary to communicate through telekinesis
We will open your mind and concentrate harder

Raps like Star Wars, only the stars die
It's no sequels, B3 cases, C3P0's
Before Morpheus and Neo was killin' 'em
We was duckin' roulette's in the hood like Remo Williams

Understand an underground bomb cipritate
Get serious or die laughin' like John Ritter
Young Eastwood, just tryin' to eat good
Breathe easy, relax, Mac like Fleetwood

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
See this is not 'American Idol'
This is me tryin' to eat, human survival

Spit at your favorite rapper, take his title
This is ain't that, 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 in your mind
To remind you of when you were nine

Before you were bustin' cherries
It wasn't necessary to grind them
Now we all on our grizzly
And you got the nerve to press Frisbee's, what it is?

What it is
What it is
What it is

Practicin' my aim, gat you in your brain, shame
They thought I was backpacks, 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
But not homosexuals, they master in gun play
Rearrange your furniture, fix your Feng Shui

They be swearin' it's cute
But a be up in the glove box, cutter in the boot
With the sex appeal and no ice either
To fight the bear arms, I'm not talkin' wife beaters either

When they see me they say that's that nigga
My last name should be "That's That Nigga"
Sounds kinda nice, Pharoahe that's that
Never catch me with them plastic cat fast niggas

With the flow that's so influential
Niggas fucked up, they get no instrumentals now
Next time you spittin' on mine

What it is
What it is
What it is

Written by Jamerson, Troy Donald / Stone, Lee Harvey
Published by Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMI Music Publishing

Lyrics Provided By LyricFind Inc.

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