What It Is Lyrics - Desire - 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 

Focus, focus, focus, focus 

Hey brother, what it is 

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[Verse 1:] 

Raps like Star Wars 

Only the stars die, it's no sequels 

B-3 cases, C3P0's 

Before Morpheus and Neo was killing 'em 

We was duckin' roulettes in the hood like Remo Williams 

Understand an underground bomb-cipritate 

Get serious or die laughing like John Ritter 

Young Eastwood, just tryin' to eat good 

Breathe easy, relax 

Mac like Fleetwood 

Keep snoring 

Keep sleeping, I'll keep touring 

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 

Stick needles in his eyeballs 'til his signs are no longer vital 

This 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 

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 Frisbees 

What it is 

Photos 

"What it is" 

[Verse 2:] 

If I'm not home on the range 

Catch me at the range, practicing 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 gunplay 

Rearrange your furniture, fix your feng shui 

They be swearin' it's cute 

But a B up in the glovebox, cutter in the boot 

With the sex appeal, and no ice either 

To fight the bear arms, I'm not talkin' wifebeaters 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 

Bet your bottom dollar you be spittin' over rhymes 

What it is 

"What it is"