[Verse 1: Kid Crumbs]
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 grits getters 'cause I know you can relate
When I tell ya it won't be a long wait before you see that..

[Hook repeated]
It's Comin'!

[Verse 2: AJ Shine A.K.A. Joe Young]
Ahhhhhh!
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 MC's
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 smile while I demolish [?] 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?!
[Hook repeated]
It's Comin'!

[Verse 3: Malik B]
A.K.A. 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, aroused 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 n***as struck
'Cause a illy, silly sucka tried to trick — I flip that ass like a penny!
The cooler n***a, 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'!

[Hook repeated]
It's Comin'!
[Verse 4: Black Thought]
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 MC's 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 MC's like Farrakhan hate ham
And I slam like Islam as I blam
A-yo, that's word to ya granny
Who be dancin' in her panties for loot out in Miami
No Grammy nomination, though I'm heard across the nation
When 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, n***a, bitch n***a, 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'!

[Hook and shoutouts repeated 'til end]
It's Comin'!