The Roots - It's Comin' lyrics

It's me, no applause? Pull up your drawers
Hun don't throw them on stage
'cause you're probably underage
But to the rest of y'all that's in the crowd
I'm here to let ya know
It's comin', I hear you, you're hummin' the
Bass lines, the drums is phat, indeed!
I don't need high speed to
Get my point across
But when I rap, I lead in the rhythmic creed
And the end result is that you still get lost
(Uh, huh)
I toss my hat in the air for the brothers
Who wrote this funky track and if
I had to throw another to
All the grit's getters 'cause I
Know you can relate
When I tell ya it won't be a
Long wait before you see that

It's comin', it's comin', it's comin'
It's comin'
It's comin', it's comin', it's comin'
It's comin'
It's comin', it's comin', it's comin'
It's comin'
It's comin', it's comin', it's comin'
It's comin'

Ahhhh! Guess who's comin' to dinner!
It's the beginner
Not thickenin' the plot, hot like Scott
Storch on the keys
I light a torch on these MCs
Take the flame plus my name overseas, so I'm
Shinin' over here! I'm shinin' over there!
The flow from Tokyo to Trafalgar Square
So get zooted on the deeply
Rooted mad skills polluted, see?
'Cause of the ways we does it
Trips are comin' out the budget
BAM! The door's jammed, slammed in my face
Damn!
'Cause she doesn't have a clue whose able
Labels sounds to freestyle
I got a underground view
It says that it's supposed to!
So don't front on the
Masterpiece from the East
The dollar writin' rhymes
Ironed tight like a crease
As I say peace to, the Jazz and London rain
It's how we're comin' on the scene
Ya know what I mean!?

'Cause it's comin', it's comin', it's comin'
It's comin'
It's comin', it's comin', it's comin'
It's comin'
It's comin', it's comin', it's comin'
It's comin'
It's comin', it's comin', it's comin'
It's comin'

AKA the microphone Messiah
Trample like a stallion
Snatch ya ass like a gold medallion
Or a stash of a thousand big greens
This nig' seems to be extreme
But, it's just due to fact that I gleam!
(BING) i browse around as I howls
The microphone system striker prone
I flows for miles
And Miles, but my last name is not Davis
I hope you're not offended
'Cause the word is splendid
Moves ya like Avis
Trucks, 'cause it's plenty niggas struck
'Cause a illy, silly sucka tried to trick
I flip that ass like a penny!
The cooler nigga, not Slick Rick
But The Ruler
I figured, my lyrics will be triggered!
(Blahhh) verbally attack
I will deserve to bust a cap
On those WACK ASS MC's those JACK ASS MC's
I never go to court when I'm summoned
Brother?uestion, keep drummin' 'cause you
Know that It's Comin'!

It's Comin'!

Yo! I do this thing and bring
The swing like Roger Clemens
Last an innings
I got phat Def Jams like Russell Simmons
A poster child for wild MCs across the planet
Poetic as Janet's Justice, plus
When I bust this, trust this
Dust this ashes that I scatter
Over rappers I'm phatter than
They prayin' to them pimps in the Vatican
I take 'em out
It's all about the shorty stout
Clouds to sleep, ya speak, warm it up, 'Riq
Yo, I'm about to slam more blam
Than a man with a tan
I hate MCs like Farrakhan hate ham
And I slam like Islam as I blam, yo
That's word to ya granny
Who be dancin' in her panties out in Miami
No Grammy nomination
Though I'm heard across the nation
We're rippin', I be trippin'
But I never take vacation yo, listen
As I kick it like them kids in California
Creep up on ya, jackin' makin' me the owner
Of yo' shit, nigga, bitch nigga
See deez nutz with
I sneeze G's, I'm ill as diabetes
It's all about the South Philly kid
Who mouth really be runnin'
Off and on to the break of dawn it's Comin'!

It's Comin'!