Practicin’ my aim, gat you in your brain, shame
Before you were bustin' cherries
This is ain't that, I'm not them
Now we all on our grizzly
What it is?
Bet your bottom dollar you be spittin' over rhymes, what it is?
Keep snorin’, keep sleepin’, I'll keep tourin’
Pharoahe hungrier than Ethiopians fastin'
We was duckin' roulettes in the hood like Remo Williams
Stick needles in his eyeballs 'til his signs are no longer vital
Came out of the fallopian blastin'
They be swearin' it's cute
To fight the bear arms, I'm not talkin' wifebeaters either
What it is?
Focus, focus, focus, focus, hey brother, what it is?
It wasn't necessary to grind them
Get serious or die laughin’ like John Ritter
Understand an underground bomb cipritate
What it is?
With the flow that's so influential
And you got the nerve to press frisbees, what it is?
Young Eastwood, just tryin' to eat good
Before Morpheus and Neo was killin’ 'em
If I'm not home on the range, catch me at the range
Run in your crib on some 'Queer Eye for the Straight Guy' shit
This is more like cocaine all night
Rearrange your furniture, fix your Feng Shui
It’s no sequels, B3 cases, C3P0's
What it is?
My last name should be 'That's That Nigga'
Flies all in my teeth, stomach stickin' out
With the sex appeal and no ice either
It will be necessary to communicate through telekinesis
Never catch me with them plastic cat fast niggas
Shine like the new five halogen fog lights, no
What it is?
Raps like Star Wars, only the stars die
Breathe easy, relax, Mac like Fleetwood
Today's niggas do skate by hits
When they see me they say that's that nigga
But not homosexuals, they master in gunplay
What it is?
To remind you of when you were nine
Spit at your favorite rapper, take his title
See this is not 'American Idol'
Niggas fucked up, they get no instrumentals now
Didn’t know that he kept inside the knapsack
Next time you spittin' on mine
More like sunshine and one line in your mind
Come back, lay in the cut like Neosporin
But a B up in the glove box, cutter in the boot
Sounds kinda nice, Pharoahe that's that
Niggas want dibs on the weed but ain't kickin' out
We will open your mind and concentrate harder
They thought I was backpacks, slept
This is me tryin' to eat, human survival
These ain't those rhymes, I'm not him
> Song: What It Is
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