[{"id":510267,"name":"What It Is","trackName":"What It Is","artistName":"Pharoahe Monch","albumName":"Desire","duration":176.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"As we move forward towards the new millennium\nWe will no longer communicate with vocal inflections\nIt will be necessary to communicate through telekinesis\nWe will open your mind and concentrate harder\nFocus, focus, focus, focus\nHey brother, what it is\n\n[Verse 1:]\nRaps like Star Wars\nOnly the stars die, it's no sequels\nB-3 cases, C3P0's\nBefore Morpheus and Neo was killing 'em\nWe was duckin' roulettes in the hood like Remo Williams\nUnderstand an underground bomb-cipritate\nGet serious or die laughing like John Ritter\nYoung Eastwood, just tryin' to eat good\nBreathe easy, relax\nMac like Fleetwood\nKeep snoring\nKeep sleeping, I'll keep touring\nCome back, lay in the cut like Neosporin\nCame out of the fallopian blastin'\nPharoahe hungrier than Ethiopians fastin'\nFlies all in my teeth, stomach stickin' out\nNiggas want dibs on the weed but ain't kickin' out\nSee this is not American Idol\nThis is me tryin' to eat, human survival\nSpit at your favorite rapper, take his title\nStick needles in his eyeballs 'til his signs are no longer vital\nThis ain't that\nI'm not them\nThese ain't those rhymes, I'm not him\nThis is more like cocaine all night\nShine like the new five halogen fog-lights\nNo\nMore like sunshine\nOne line in your mind to remind you of when you were nine\nBefore you were bustin' cherries it wasn't necessary to grind them\nNow we all on our grizzly\nAnd you got the nerve to press Frisbees\nWhat it is\n\n\"What it is\"\n\n[Verse 2:]\nIf I'm not home on the range\nCatch me at the range, practicing my aim\nGat you in your brain, shame\nThey thought I was backpacks\nSlept, didn't know that he kept inside the knapsack\nToday's niggas do skate-by-hits\nRun in your crib on some Queer Eye for the Straight Guy shit\nBut not homosexuals they master in gunplay\nRearrange your furniture, fix your feng shui\nThey be swearin' it's cute\nBut a B up in the glovebox, cutter in the boot\nWith the sex appeal, and no ice either\nTo fight the bear arms, I'm not talkin' wifebeaters either\nWhen they see me they say \"That's that nigga\"\nMy last name should be \"That's that nigga\"\nSounds kinda nice, \"Pharoahe that's that...\"\nNever catch me with them plastic cat fast niggas\nWith the flow that's so influential\nNiggas fucked up they get no instrumentals now\nNext time you spittin' on mine\nBet your bottom dollar you be spittin' over rhymes\nWhat it is\n\n\"What it is\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.93] As we move forward towards the new millennium\n[00:02.83] We will no longer communicate with vocal inflections\n[00:06.44] It will be necessary to communicate through telekinesis\n[00:12.77] We will open your mind and concentrate harder\n[00:15.55] Focus, focus, focus, focus\n[00:20.09] Hey brother, what it is\n[00:20.98] [Verse 1:]\n[00:21.83] Raps like Star Wars\n[00:23.66] Only the stars die, it's no sequels\n[00:25.40] B-3 cases, C3P0's\n[00:28.17] Before Morpheus and Neo was killing 'em\n[00:30.88] We was duckin' roulettes in the hood like Remo Williams\n[00:33.61] Understand an underground bomb-cipritate\n[00:36.37] Get serious or die laughing like John Ritter\n[00:39.90] Young Eastwood, just tryin' to eat good\n[00:42.65] Breathe easy, relax\n[00:43.54] Mac like Fleetwood\n[00:44.45] Keep snoring\n[00:46.27] Keep sleeping, I'll keep touring\n[00:47.27] Come back, lay in the cut like Neosporin\n[00:50.84] Came out of the fallopian blastin'\n[00:53.57] Pharoahe hungrier than Ethiopians fastin'\n[00:56.27] Flies all in my teeth, stomach stickin' out\n[00:58.98] Niggas want dibs on the weed but ain't kickin' out\n[01:01.63] See this is not American Idol\n[01:04.43] This is me tryin' to eat, human survival\n[01:08.08] Spit at your favorite rapper, take his title\n[01:09.86] Stick needles in his eyeballs 'til his signs are no longer vital\n[01:13.42] This ain't that\n[01:14.37] I'm not them\n[01:16.12] These ain't those rhymes, I'm not him\n[01:18.96] This is more like cocaine all night\n[01:20.70] Shine like the new five halogen fog-lights\n[01:24.37] No\n[01:25.23] More like sunshine\n[01:26.16] One line in your mind to remind you of when you were nine\n[01:28.86] Before you were bustin' cherries it wasn't necessary to grind them\n[01:33.31] Now we all on our grizzly\n[01:35.19] And you got the nerve to press Frisbees\n[01:37.93] What it is\n[01:38.82] \"What it is\"\n[01:46.27] [Verse 2:]\n[01:48.02] If I'm not home on the range\n[01:49.83] Catch me at the range, practicing my aim\n[01:52.64] Gat you in your brain, shame\n[01:55.33] They thought I was backpacks\n[01:57.19] Slept, didn't know that he kept inside the knapsack\n[01:59.99] Today's niggas do skate-by-hits\n[02:02.69] Run in your crib on some Queer Eye for the Straight Guy shit\n[02:05.36] But not homosexuals they master in gunplay\n[02:08.06] Rearrange your furniture, fix your feng shui\n[02:12.63] They be swearin' it's cute\n[02:13.54] But a B up in the glovebox, cutter in the boot\n[02:16.24] With the sex appeal, and no ice either\n[02:18.93] To fight the bear arms, I'm not talkin' wifebeaters either\n[02:21.78] When they see me they say \"That's that nigga\"\n[02:25.38] My last name should be \"That's that nigga\"\n[02:27.11] Sounds kinda nice, \"Pharoahe that's that...\"\n[02:30.84] Never catch me with them plastic cat fast niggas\n[02:33.50] With the flow that's so influential\n[02:36.28] Niggas fucked up they get no instrumentals now\n[02:38.97] Next time you spittin' on mine\n[02:41.67] Bet your bottom dollar you be spittin' over rhymes\n[02:44.37] What it is\n[02:45.23] \"What it is\"\n[02:55.20] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: What It Is\n  artist: Pharoahe Monch\n  album: Desire\n  duration_ms: 176000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: As we move forward towards the new millennium\n  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you spittin' on mine\n  start_ms: 158970\n  end_ms: 161670\n- text: Bet your bottom dollar you be spittin' over rhymes\n  start_ms: 161670\n  end_ms: 164370\n- text: What it is\n  start_ms: 164370\n  end_ms: 165230\n- text: '\"What it is\"'\n  start_ms: 165230\n  end_ms: 175200\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 175200\nplain: |-\n  As we move forward towards the new millennium\n  We will no longer communicate with vocal inflections\n  It will be necessary to communicate through telekinesis\n  We will open your mind and concentrate harder\n  Focus, focus, focus, focus\n  Hey brother, what it is\n\n  [Verse 1:]\n  Raps like Star Wars\n  Only the stars die, it's no sequels\n  B-3 cases, C3P0's\n  Before Morpheus and Neo was killing 'em\n  We was duckin' roulettes in the hood like Remo Williams\n  Understand an underground bomb-cipritate\n  Get serious or die laughing like John Ritter\n  Young Eastwood, just tryin' to eat good\n  Breathe easy, relax\n  Mac like Fleetwood\n  Keep snoring\n  Keep sleeping, I'll keep touring\n  Come back, lay in the cut like Neosporin\n  Came out of the fallopian blastin'\n  Pharoahe hungrier than Ethiopians fastin'\n  Flies all in my teeth, stomach stickin' out\n  Niggas want dibs on the weed but ain't kickin' out\n  See this is not American Idol\n  This is me tryin' to eat, human survival\n  Spit at your favorite rapper, take his title\n  Stick needles in his eyeballs 'til his signs are no longer vital\n  This ain't that\n  I'm not them\n  These ain't those rhymes, I'm not him\n  This is more like cocaine all night\n  Shine like the new five halogen fog-lights\n  No\n  More like sunshine\n  One line in your mind to remind you of when you were nine\n  Before you were bustin' cherries it wasn't necessary to grind them\n  Now we all on our grizzly\n  And you got the nerve to press Frisbees\n  What it is\n\n  \"What it is\"\n\n  [Verse 2:]\n  If I'm not home on the range\n  Catch me at the range, practicing my aim\n  Gat you in your brain, shame\n 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Buy Bonus Track]","duration":176.169796,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"As we move forward towards the new millennium\nWe will no longer communicate with vocal inflections\nIt will be necessary to communicate through telekinesis\nWe will open your mind and concentrate harder\nFocus, focus, focus, focus\nHey brother, what it is\n\n[Verse 1:]\nRaps like Star Wars\nOnly the stars die, it's no sequels\nB-3 cases, C3P0's\nBefore Morpheus and Neo was killing 'em\nWe was duckin' roulettes in the hood like Remo Williams\nUnderstand an underground bomb-cipritate\nGet serious or die laughing like John Ritter\nYoung Eastwood, just tryin' to eat good\nBreathe easy, relax\nMac like Fleetwood\nKeep snoring\nKeep sleeping, I'll keep touring\nCome back, lay in the cut like Neosporin\nCame out of the fallopian blastin'\nPharoahe hungrier than Ethiopians fastin'\nFlies all in my teeth, stomach stickin' out\nNiggas want dibs on the weed but ain't kickin' out\nSee this is not American Idol\nThis is me tryin' to eat, human survival\nSpit at your favorite rapper, take his title\nStick needles in his eyeballs 'til his signs are no longer vital\nThis ain't that\nI'm not them\nThese ain't those rhymes, I'm not him\nThis is more like cocaine all night\nShine like the new five halogen fog-lights\nNo\nMore like sunshine\nOne line in your mind to remind you of when you were nine\nBefore you were bustin' cherries it wasn't necessary to grind them\nNow we all on our grizzly\nAnd you got the nerve to press Frisbees\nWhat it is\n\n\"What it is\"\n\n[Verse 2:]\nIf I'm not home on the range\nCatch me at the range, practicing my aim\nGat you in your brain, shame\nThey thought I was backpacks\nSlept, didn't know that he kept inside the knapsack\nToday's niggas do skate-by-hits\nRun in your crib on some Queer Eye for the Straight Guy shit\nBut not homosexuals they master in gunplay\nRearrange your furniture, fix your feng shui\nThey be swearin' it's cute\nBut a B up in the glovebox, cutter in the boot\nWith the sex appeal, and no ice either\nTo fight the bear arms, I'm not talkin' wifebeaters either\nWhen they see me they say \"That's that nigga\"\nMy last name should be \"That's that nigga\"\nSounds kinda nice, \"Pharoahe that's that...\"\nNever catch me with them plastic cat fast niggas\nWith the flow that's so influential\nNiggas fucked up they get no instrumentals now\nNext time you spittin' on mine\nBet your bottom dollar you be spittin' over rhymes\nWhat it is\n\n\"What it is\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.93] As we move forward towards the new millennium\n[00:02.83] We will no longer communicate with vocal inflections\n[00:06.44] It will be necessary to communicate through telekinesis\n[00:12.77] We will open your mind and concentrate harder\n[00:15.55] Focus, focus, focus, focus\n[00:20.09] Hey brother, what it is\n[00:20.98] [Verse 1:]\n[00:21.83] Raps like Star Wars\n[00:23.66] Only the stars die, it's no sequels\n[00:25.40] B-3 cases, C3P0's\n[00:28.17] Before Morpheus and Neo was killing 'em\n[00:30.88] We was duckin' roulettes in the hood like Remo Williams\n[00:33.61] Understand an underground bomb-cipritate\n[00:36.37] Get serious or die laughing like John Ritter\n[00:39.90] Young Eastwood, just tryin' to eat good\n[00:42.65] Breathe easy, relax\n[00:43.54] Mac like Fleetwood\n[00:44.45] Keep snoring\n[00:46.27] Keep sleeping, I'll keep touring\n[00:47.27] Come back, lay in the cut like Neosporin\n[00:50.84] Came out of the fallopian blastin'\n[00:53.57] Pharoahe hungrier than Ethiopians fastin'\n[00:56.27] Flies all in my teeth, stomach stickin' out\n[00:58.98] Niggas want dibs on the weed but ain't kickin' out\n[01:01.63] See this is not American Idol\n[01:04.43] This is me tryin' to eat, human survival\n[01:08.08] Spit at your favorite rapper, take his title\n[01:09.86] Stick needles in his eyeballs 'til his signs are no longer vital\n[01:13.42] This ain't that\n[01:14.37] I'm not them\n[01:16.12] These ain't those rhymes, I'm not him\n[01:18.96] This is more like cocaine all night\n[01:20.70] Shine like the new five halogen fog-lights\n[01:24.37] No\n[01:25.23] More like sunshine\n[01:26.16] One line in your mind to remind you of when you were nine\n[01:28.86] Before you were bustin' cherries it wasn't necessary to grind them\n[01:33.31] Now we all on our grizzly\n[01:35.19] And you got the nerve to press Frisbees\n[01:37.93] What it is\n[01:38.82] \"What it is\"\n[01:46.27] [Verse 2:]\n[01:48.02] If I'm not home on the range\n[01:49.83] Catch me at the range, practicing my aim\n[01:52.64] Gat you in your brain, shame\n[01:55.33] They thought I was backpacks\n[01:57.19] Slept, didn't know that he kept inside the knapsack\n[01:59.99] Today's niggas do skate-by-hits\n[02:02.69] Run in your crib on some Queer Eye for the Straight Guy shit\n[02:05.36] But not homosexuals they master in gunplay\n[02:08.06] Rearrange your furniture, fix your feng shui\n[02:12.63] They be swearin' it's cute\n[02:13.54] But a B up in the glovebox, cutter in the boot\n[02:16.24] With the sex appeal, and no ice either\n[02:18.93] To fight the bear arms, I'm not talkin' wifebeaters either\n[02:21.78] When they see me they say \"That's that nigga\"\n[02:25.38] My last name should be \"That's that nigga\"\n[02:27.11] Sounds kinda nice, \"Pharoahe that's that...\"\n[02:30.84] Never catch me with them plastic cat fast niggas\n[02:33.50] With the flow that's so influential\n[02:36.28] Niggas fucked up they get no instrumentals now\n[02:38.97] Next time you spittin' on mine\n[02:41.67] Bet your bottom dollar you be spittin' over rhymes\n[02:44.37] What it is\n[02:45.23] \"What it is\"\n[02:55.20] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: What It Is\n  artist: Pharoahe Monch\n  album: '[2007] Desire [Best Buy Bonus Track]'\n  duration_ms: 176170\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: As we move forward towards the new millennium\n  start_ms: 930\n  end_ms: 2830\n- text: We will no 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161670\n- text: Bet your bottom dollar you be spittin' over rhymes\n  start_ms: 161670\n  end_ms: 164370\n- text: What it is\n  start_ms: 164370\n  end_ms: 165230\n- text: '\"What it is\"'\n  start_ms: 165230\n  end_ms: 175200\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 175200\nplain: |-\n  As we move forward towards the new millennium\n  We will no longer communicate with vocal inflections\n  It will be necessary to communicate through telekinesis\n  We will open your mind and concentrate harder\n  Focus, focus, focus, focus\n  Hey brother, what it is\n\n  [Verse 1:]\n  Raps like Star Wars\n  Only the stars die, it's no sequels\n  B-3 cases, C3P0's\n  Before Morpheus and Neo was killing 'em\n  We was duckin' roulettes in the hood like Remo Williams\n  Understand an underground bomb-cipritate\n  Get serious or die laughing like John Ritter\n  Young Eastwood, just tryin' to eat good\n  Breathe easy, relax\n  Mac like Fleetwood\n  Keep snoring\n  Keep sleeping, I'll keep touring\n  Come back, lay in the 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Idol\nThis is me tryin' to eat, human survival\nSpit at your favorite rapper, take his title\nStick needles in his eyeballs 'til his signs are no longer vital\nThis ain't that\nI'm not them\nThese ain't those rhymes, I'm not him\nThis is more like cocaine all night\nShine like the new five halogen fog-lights\nNo\nMore like sunshine\nOne line in your mind to remind you of when you were nine\nBefore you were bustin' cherries it wasn't necessary to grind them\nNow we all on our grizzly\nAnd you got the nerve to press Frisbees\nWhat it is\n\n\"What it is\"\n\n[Verse 2:]\nIf I'm not home on the range\nCatch me at the range, practicing my aim\nGat you in your brain, shame\nThey thought I was backpacks\nSlept, didn't know that he kept inside the knapsack\nToday's niggas do skate-by-hits\nRun in your crib on some Queer Eye for the Straight Guy shit\nBut not homosexuals they master in gunplay\nRearrange your furniture, fix your feng shui\nThey be swearin' it's cute\nBut a B up in the glovebox, cutter in the boot\nWith the sex appeal, and no ice either\nTo fight the bear arms, I'm not talkin' wifebeaters either\nWhen they see me they say \"That's that nigga\"\nMy last name should be \"That's that nigga\"\nSounds kinda nice, \"Pharoahe that's that...\"\nNever catch me with them plastic cat fast niggas\nWith the flow that's so influential\nNiggas fucked up they get no instrumentals now\nNext time you spittin' on mine\nBet your bottom dollar you be spittin' over rhymes\nWhat it is\n\n\"What it is\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.93] As we move forward towards the new millennium\n[00:02.83] We will no longer communicate with vocal inflections\n[00:06.44] It will be necessary to communicate through telekinesis\n[00:12.77] We will open your mind and concentrate harder\n[00:15.55] Focus, focus, focus, focus\n[00:20.09] Hey brother, what it is\n[00:20.98] [Verse 1:]\n[00:21.83] Raps like Star Wars\n[00:23.66] Only the stars die, it's no sequels\n[00:25.40] B-3 cases, C3P0's\n[00:28.17] 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Monch","albumName":"Desire","duration":176.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"As we move forward towards the new millennium\nWe will no longer communicate with vocal inflections\nIt will be necessary to communicate through telekinesis\nWe will open your mind and concentrate harder\nFocus, focus, focus, focus\nHey brother, what it is\n\n[Verse 1:]\nRaps like Star Wars\nOnly the stars die, it's no sequels\nB-3 cases, C3P0's\nBefore Morpheus and Neo was killing 'em\nWe was duckin' roulettes in the hood like Remo Williams\nUnderstand an underground bomb-cipritate\nGet serious or die laughing like John Ritter\nYoung Eastwood, just tryin' to eat good\nBreathe easy, relax\nMac like Fleetwood\nKeep snoring\nKeep sleeping, I'll keep touring\nCome back, lay in the cut like Neosporin\nCame out of the fallopian blastin'\nPharoahe hungrier than Ethiopians fastin'\nFlies all in my teeth, stomach stickin' out\nNiggas want dibs on the weed but ain't kickin' out\nSee this is not American Idol\nThis is me tryin' to eat, human survival\nSpit at your favorite rapper, take his title\nStick needles in his eyeballs 'til his signs are no longer vital\nThis ain't that\nI'm not them\nThese ain't those rhymes, I'm not him\nThis is more like cocaine all night\nShine like the new five halogen fog-lights\nNo\nMore like sunshine\nOne line in your mind to remind you of when you were nine\nBefore you were bustin' cherries it wasn't necessary to grind them\nNow we all on our grizzly\nAnd you got the nerve to press Frisbees\nWhat it is\n\n\"What it is\"\n\n[Verse 2:]\nIf I'm not home on the range\nCatch me at the range, practicing my aim\nGat you in your brain, shame\nThey thought I was backpacks\nSlept, didn't know that he kept inside the knapsack\nToday's niggas do skate-by-hits\nRun in your crib on some Queer Eye for the Straight Guy shit\nBut not homosexuals they master in gunplay\nRearrange your furniture, fix your feng shui\nThey be swearin' it's cute\nBut a B up in the 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cute\n[02:13.54] But a B up in the glovebox, cutter in the boot\n[02:16.24] With the sex appeal, and no ice either\n[02:18.93] To fight the bear arms, I'm not talkin' wifebeaters either\n[02:21.78] When they see me they say \"That's that nigga\"\n[02:25.38] My last name should be \"That's that nigga\"\n[02:27.11] Sounds kinda nice, \"Pharoahe that's that...\"\n[02:30.84] Never catch me with them plastic cat fast niggas\n[02:33.50] With the flow that's so influential\n[02:36.28] Niggas fucked up they get no instrumentals now\n[02:38.97] Next time you spittin' on mine\n[02:41.67] Bet your bottom dollar you be spittin' over rhymes\n[02:44.37] What it is\n[02:45.23] \"What it is\"\n[02:55.20] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: What It Is (Album Version (Explicit))\n  artist: Pharoahe Monch\n  album: Desire\n  duration_ms: 176000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: As we move forward towards the new millennium\n  start_ms: 930\n  end_ms: 2830\n- text: We will no longer 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it's no sequels\n[00:25.40] B-3 cases, C3P0's\n[00:28.17] Before Morpheus and Neo was killing 'em\n[00:30.88] We was duckin' roulettes in the hood like Remo Williams\n[00:33.61] Understand an underground bomb-cipritate\n[00:36.37] Get serious or die laughing like John Ritter\n[00:39.90] Young Eastwood, just tryin' to eat good\n[00:42.65] Breathe easy, relax\n[00:43.54] Mac like Fleetwood\n[00:44.45] Keep snoring\n[00:46.27] Keep sleeping, I'll keep touring\n[00:47.27] Come back, lay in the cut like Neosporin\n[00:50.84] Came out of the fallopian blastin'\n[00:53.57] Pharoahe hungrier than Ethiopians fastin'\n[00:56.27] Flies all in my teeth, stomach stickin' out\n[00:58.98] Niggas want dibs on the weed but ain't kickin' out\n[01:01.63] See this is not American Idol\n[01:04.43] This is me tryin' to eat, human survival\n[01:08.08] Spit at your favorite rapper, take his title\n[01:09.86] Stick needles in his eyeballs 'til his signs are no longer vital\n[01:13.42] This ain't that\n[01:14.37] I'm not them\n[01:16.12] These ain't those rhymes, I'm not him\n[01:18.96] This is more like cocaine all night\n[01:20.70] Shine like the new five halogen fog-lights\n[01:24.37] No\n[01:25.23] More like sunshine\n[01:26.16] One line in your mind to remind you of when you were nine\n[01:28.86] Before you were bustin' cherries it wasn't necessary to grind them\n[01:33.31] Now we all on our grizzly\n[01:35.19] And you got the nerve to press Frisbees\n[01:37.93] What it is\n[01:38.82] \"What it is\"\n[01:46.27] [Verse 2:]\n[01:48.02] If I'm not home on the range\n[01:49.83] Catch me at the range, practicing my aim\n[01:52.64] Gat you in your brain, shame\n[01:55.33] They thought I was backpacks\n[01:57.19] Slept, didn't know that he kept inside the knapsack\n[01:59.99] Today's niggas do skate-by-hits\n[02:02.69] Run in your crib on some Queer Eye for the Straight Guy shit\n[02:05.36] But not homosexuals they master in gunplay\n[02:08.06] Rearrange your furniture, fix your feng shui\n[02:12.63] They be swearin' it's cute\n[02:13.54] But a B up in the glovebox, cutter in the boot\n[02:16.24] With the sex appeal, and no ice either\n[02:18.93] To fight the bear arms, I'm not talkin' wifebeaters either\n[02:21.78] When they see me they say \"That's that nigga\"\n[02:25.38] My last name should be \"That's that nigga\"\n[02:27.11] Sounds kinda nice, \"Pharoahe that's that...\"\n[02:30.84] Never catch me with them plastic cat fast niggas\n[02:33.50] With the flow that's so influential\n[02:36.28] Niggas fucked up they get no instrumentals now\n[02:38.97] Next time you spittin' on mine\n[02:41.67] Bet your bottom dollar you be spittin' over rhymes\n[02:44.37] What it is\n[02:45.23] \"What it is\"\n[02:55.20] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: What It Is (Prod. T. Jamerson & Lee Stone)\n  artist: Pharoahe Monch\n  album: Desire\n  duration_ms: 176120\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: As we move forward towards the new millennium\n  start_ms: 930\n  end_ms: 2830\n- text: We will no longer communicate with vocal inflections\n  start_ms: 2830\n  end_ms: 6440\n- text: It will be necessary to communicate through telekinesis\n  start_ms: 6440\n  end_ms: 12770\n- text: We will open your mind and concentrate harder\n  start_ms: 12770\n  end_ms: 15550\n- text: Focus, focus, focus, focus\n  start_ms: 15550\n  end_ms: 20090\n- text: Hey brother, what it is\n  start_ms: 20090\n  end_ms: 20980\n- text: '[Verse 1:]'\n  start_ms: 20980\n  end_ms: 21830\n- text: Raps like Star Wars\n  start_ms: 21830\n  end_ms: 23660\n- text: Only the stars die, it's no sequels\n  start_ms: 23660\n  end_ms: 25400\n- text: B-3 cases, C3P0's\n  start_ms: 25400\n  end_ms: 28170\n- text: Before Morpheus and Neo was killing 'em\n  start_ms: 28170\n  end_ms: 30880\n- text: We was duckin' roulettes in the hood like Remo Williams\n  start_ms: 30880\n  end_ms: 33610\n- text: Understand an underground bomb-cipritate\n  start_ms: 33610\n  end_ms: 36370\n- text: Get serious or die laughing like John Ritter\n  start_ms: 36370\n  end_ms: 39900\n- text: Young Eastwood, just tryin' to eat good\n  start_ms: 39900\n  end_ms: 42650\n- text: Breathe easy, relax\n  start_ms: 42650\n  end_ms: 43540\n- text: Mac like Fleetwood\n  start_ms: 43540\n  end_ms: 44450\n- text: Keep snoring\n  start_ms: 44450\n  end_ms: 46270\n- text: Keep sleeping, I'll keep touring\n  start_ms: 46270\n  end_ms: 47270\n- text: Come back, lay in the cut like Neosporin\n  start_ms: 47270\n  end_ms: 50840\n- text: Came out of the fallopian blastin'\n  start_ms: 50840\n  end_ms: 53570\n- text: Pharoahe hungrier than Ethiopians fastin'\n  start_ms: 53570\n  end_ms: 56270\n- text: Flies all in my teeth, stomach stickin' out\n  start_ms: 56270\n  end_ms: 58980\n- text: Niggas want dibs on the weed but ain't kickin' out\n  start_ms: 58980\n  end_ms: 61630\n- text: See this is not American Idol\n  start_ms: 61630\n  end_ms: 64430\n- text: This is me tryin' to eat, human survival\n  start_ms: 64430\n  end_ms: 68080\n- text: Spit at your favorite rapper, take his title\n  start_ms: 68080\n  end_ms: 69860\n- text: Stick needles in his eyeballs 'til his signs are no longer vital\n  start_ms: 69860\n  end_ms: 73420\n- text: This ain't that\n  start_ms: 73420\n  end_ms: 74370\n- text: I'm not them\n  start_ms: 74370\n  end_ms: 76120\n- text: These ain't those rhymes, I'm not him\n  start_ms: 76120\n  end_ms: 78960\n- text: This is more like cocaine all night\n  start_ms: 78960\n  end_ms: 80700\n- text: Shine like the new five halogen fog-lights\n  start_ms: 80700\n  end_ms: 84370\n- text: No\n  start_ms: 84370\n  end_ms: 85230\n- text: More like sunshine\n  start_ms: 85230\n  end_ms: 86160\n- text: One line in your mind to remind you of when you were nine\n  start_ms: 86160\n  end_ms: 88860\n- text: Before you were bustin' cherries it wasn't necessary to grind them\n  start_ms: 88860\n  end_ms: 93310\n- text: Now we all on our grizzly\n  start_ms: 93310\n  end_ms: 95190\n- text: And you got the nerve to press Frisbees\n  start_ms: 95190\n  end_ms: 97930\n- text: What it is\n  start_ms: 97930\n  end_ms: 98820\n- text: '\"What it is\"'\n  start_ms: 98820\n  end_ms: 106270\n- text: '[Verse 2:]'\n  start_ms: 106270\n  end_ms: 108020\n- text: If I'm not home on the range\n  start_ms: 108020\n  end_ms: 109830\n- text: Catch me at the range, practicing my aim\n  start_ms: 109830\n  end_ms: 112640\n- text: Gat you in your brain, shame\n  start_ms: 112640\n  end_ms: 115330\n- text: They thought I was backpacks\n  start_ms: 115330\n  end_ms: 117190\n- text: Slept, didn't know that he kept inside the knapsack\n  start_ms: 117190\n  end_ms: 119990\n- text: Today's niggas do skate-by-hits\n  start_ms: 119990\n  end_ms: 122690\n- text: Run in your crib on some Queer Eye for the Straight Guy shit\n  start_ms: 122690\n  end_ms: 125360\n- text: But not homosexuals they master in gunplay\n  start_ms: 125360\n  end_ms: 128060\n- text: Rearrange your furniture, fix your feng shui\n  start_ms: 128060\n  end_ms: 132630\n- text: They be swearin' it's cute\n  start_ms: 132630\n  end_ms: 133540\n- text: But a B up in the glovebox, cutter in the boot\n  start_ms: 133540\n  end_ms: 136240\n- text: With the sex appeal, and no ice either\n  start_ms: 136240\n  end_ms: 138930\n- text: To fight the bear arms, I'm not talkin' wifebeaters either\n  start_ms: 138930\n  end_ms: 141780\n- text: When they see me they say \"That's that nigga\"\n  start_ms: 141780\n  end_ms: 145380\n- text: My last name should be \"That's that nigga\"\n  start_ms: 145380\n  end_ms: 147110\n- text: Sounds kinda nice, \"Pharoahe that's that...\"\n  start_ms: 147110\n  end_ms: 150840\n- text: Never catch me with them plastic cat fast niggas\n  start_ms: 150840\n  end_ms: 153500\n- text: With the flow that's so influential\n  start_ms: 153500\n  end_ms: 156280\n- text: Niggas fucked up they get no instrumentals now\n  start_ms: 156280\n  end_ms: 158970\n- text: Next time you spittin' on mine\n  start_ms: 158970\n  end_ms: 161670\n- text: Bet your bottom dollar you be spittin' over rhymes\n  start_ms: 161670\n  end_ms: 164370\n- text: What it is\n  start_ms: 164370\n  end_ms: 165230\n- text: '\"What it is\"'\n  start_ms: 165230\n  end_ms: 175200\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 175200\nplain: |-\n  As we move forward towards the new millennium\n  We will no longer communicate with vocal inflections\n  It will be necessary to communicate through telekinesis\n  We will open your mind and concentrate harder\n  Focus, focus, focus, focus\n  Hey brother, what it is\n\n  [Verse 1:]\n  Raps like Star Wars\n  Only the stars die, it's no sequels\n  B-3 cases, C3P0's\n  Before Morpheus and Neo was killing 'em\n  We was duckin' roulettes in the hood like Remo Williams\n  Understand an underground bomb-cipritate\n  Get serious or die laughing like John Ritter\n  Young Eastwood, just tryin' to eat good\n  Breathe easy, relax\n  Mac like Fleetwood\n  Keep snoring\n  Keep sleeping, I'll keep touring\n  Come back, lay in the cut like Neosporin\n  Came out of the fallopian blastin'\n  Pharoahe hungrier than Ethiopians fastin'\n  Flies all in my teeth, stomach stickin' out\n  Niggas want dibs on the weed but ain't kickin' out\n  See this is not American Idol\n  This is me tryin' to eat, human survival\n  Spit at your favorite rapper, take his title\n  Stick needles in his eyeballs 'til his signs are no longer vital\n  This ain't that\n  I'm not them\n  These ain't those rhymes, I'm not him\n  This is more like cocaine all night\n  Shine like the new five halogen fog-lights\n  No\n  More like sunshine\n  One line in your mind to remind you of when you were nine\n  Before you were bustin' cherries it wasn't necessary to grind them\n  Now we all on our grizzly\n  And you got the nerve to press Frisbees\n  What it is\n\n  \"What it is\"\n\n  [Verse 2:]\n  If I'm not home on the range\n  Catch me at the range, practicing my aim\n  Gat you in your brain, shame\n  They thought I was backpacks\n  Slept, didn't know that he kept inside the knapsack\n  Today's niggas do skate-by-hits\n  Run in your crib on some Queer Eye for the Straight Guy shit\n  But not homosexuals they master in gunplay\n  Rearrange your furniture, fix your feng shui\n  They be swearin' it's cute\n  But a B up in the glovebox, cutter in the boot\n  With the sex appeal, and no ice either\n  To fight the bear arms, I'm not talkin' wifebeaters either\n  When they see me they say \"That's that nigga\"\n  My last name should be \"That's that nigga\"\n  Sounds kinda nice, \"Pharoahe that's that...\"\n  Never catch me with them plastic cat fast niggas\n  With the flow that's so influential\n  Niggas fucked up they get no instrumentals now\n  Next time you spittin' on mine\n  Bet your bottom dollar you be spittin' over rhymes\n  What it is\n\n  \"What it is\"\n"}]