- The Pharcyde Pharcyde 歌詞
- The Pharcyde
- (imani)
'none of thats true' We do it not you That why i got you Stuck on To my style like glue! The crew Definitely is back again But im back to win So just tell a friend That im still Twisting and bending Minds and rhymes until the very end With the rhymes And the loops Stomping out wack troops In my big black boots Collecting respect and the loot! From the way i grab the microphone And execute, 'iahps' think im cute (bootie brown) (say what?) Yo man, i pay them no Attention i stay deep into The cut cause i leave the Tricks alone cause my name Is not david copper-filled Pockets, never net a man Who dont hate it So let it be stated ****** couldnt fade it with an Edit, And xerox m.c.s Are pathetic, they tryin to Duplicate but their comin Out synthetic The name is bootie brown and phony m.c.s forget It. ( 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 it Because my **** be poppin Like gin & juice i seduce these iahps to get Loose When im droppin These rhymes on drums Like my ***** def jef My style is more unknown than what happens After death I come fresh like your breath after yourbrush Wack mcs like that orange soda got crushed (slim kid3) Well its apparent that many Are so transparent you Cant believe ya eyes when Ya starin its ghostly and Mostly the wise who Yeah they just run these games Before ya eyes to tell you Lies framed in gold glitter For many moons ive been A go getter took miles of Manure from the purest bullshitters Now them mutha ****as aint wit us To get us M-walk shake the cut through their Neutro-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 me Because i come directly from my internal While my eternal Infernos steadily towering And over-powering All sour sounding wishin wishy-washy Competition Definitely wack and lackin And stable ammunition Change ya mission Men and listen My way your salutations Get no validations Just rejections and ejections Outta my hitachi (slim kid3) Come on and taste the real Step on inside and confide In the feel i reside By steel waters just a gear On the wheel no fear on The steel just a son of jiva Who wont leave my field
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