Auwhhh...

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 hard enough...

Focus, focus, focus, focus...

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

And one line to mind to remind you of when you were nine

Before you were bustin' cherries it wasn't necessary the grind then

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...", Waaauh...

Never catch me with them plastic half-ass niggas