Lyrics - Pharcyde by Pharcyde

"
None of that's true"
We do it not you
That' why
I got youstuck onto my style like glue!
The crewdefinitely is back againbut
I'm back to winso just tell a friendthat
I'm stilltwisting and bendingminds and rhymes until the very endwith the rhymesand the loopsstomping out wack troopsin my big black bootscollecting respect and the loot!
From the way
I grab the microphoneand execute, "iahp's" think
I'm cute(
Bootie
Brown)(
SAY
WHAT?)
Yo man,
I pay them noattention
I stay deep intothe cut cause
I leave thetricks alone cause my nameis not
David
Copper-
Filledpockets, never net a manwho don't hate itso let it be statedniggas couldn't fade it with anedit,and
Xerox
M.
C.'sare pathetic, they tryin' toduplicate but their comin'out syntheticthe name is
Bootie
Brown and phony
M.
C.'s forgetit.(
X2)
Imani
Bootie
Brown
Fatlip and
Slimkid
Tre
Imani
Bootie
Brown
Fatlip and
Slimkid
Tre
Imani
Bootie
Brown
Fatlip and
Slimkid
Tre
We do it this way
We do it this way(
Fatlip)
I step toward the
MIC grinnin'the lyrical imperial award winnin'rhymes like a balloon that got a pin in itbecause my shit be poppin'like gin & juice
I seduce these iahps to getloosewhen
I'm droppin'these rhymes on drumslike my nigga
Def
Jefmy style is more unknown than what happensafter death
I come fresh like your breath after your brushwack
MC's like that orange soda got crushed(
Slim
Kid3)
Well it's apparent that manyare so transparent youcan't believe ya eyes whenya starin it's ghostly andmostly the wise whoyeah they just run these gamesbefore ya eyes to tell youlies framed in gold glitterfor many moons
I've beena go getter took miles ofmanure from the purest bullshittersnow them mutha fuckas ain't wit usto get usm-walk shake the cut through theirneutro-transmitter(
X2)
Imani
Bootie
Brown
Fatlip and
Slimkid
Tre
Imani
Bootie
Brown
Fatlip and
Slimkid
Tre
Imani
Bootie
Brown
Fatlip and
Slimkid
Tre
We do it this way
We do it this way(
Imani)
You must respect mebecause
I come directly from my internalwhile my eternalinfernos steadily toweringand over-poweringall sour sounding wishin' wishy-washycompetitiondefinitely wack and lackin'and stable ammunitionchange ya missionmen and listenmy way your salutationsget no validationsjust rejections and ejectionsoutta my
Hitachi(
Slim
Kid3)
Come on and taste the realstep on inside and confidein the feel
I resideby steel waters just a gearon the wheel no fear onthe steel just a son of
Jivawho won't leave my field

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