[Chorus x2]
It`s the Cyde that you feel still
When you`re sexing
Getting hyper, trying to chill
Clean you in thrills, collect mils
Leaving suckas at a standstill
Instead of going out we`re going uphill
[Imani]
Yo, we come tri-annual, haters check your manuals
Pharcyde beats are labelled as ‘highly flammable`
You`re running loose like a wild animal
Lawless, thinking you`re flawless
But they bought this from Hawthorne to Hollis
You`re too faded, you can`t do what we created
That shit is way outdated, they can`t contain or explain
The way we come with a real flow, we still glow titanium
Hitting you hard in your cranium
You look like you need some wheat grass
Some calcium or some Java juice
What`s good for the duck duck goose is good for the gander
Take a gander, fuck the red tape and the propaganda
The real shit is rare like a panda
We`re trying to expand on the previous
Trying to get the shit together like staples or seams
Cause niggas got dreams
[Chorus x2]
[Bootie Brown]
When I hear a tight beat I get anxious, ready
Like fifty niggas out the County at a Luke party
With 151 Bacardi and a stick of the stickiest
Meticulous when it`s got to represent us
I can`t trust in no kay, come with it or forget it
We move on to improve on and keep warm
While suckers only want to get a slap of reality
And some change, they call us strange
But worldwide we range coming to a city near you
Pharcyde here you entrancing, memorizing
Stem realising, instant malignment evil
But we`re cerebral, I know it`s torture to await
The reemergence of the Cyde
Banging in your club, tilt and your ride
Trying to bubble like peroxide
And heal the wound of the hip-hop neglected
And keep working to perfect it
[Chorus x2]
[Slimkid3]
You`re too near me to hear me, cross-eyed to see clearly
Side winding like a snake and yet you try to steer me
Veer me into oncoming traffic, hold up, dearie
You`re looking kind of leery, I`m trying to stay cheery
While you`re tired and weary, unable to stay stable
Unable to keep afloat, unable to rock a note
So you bring a good friend down by the throat
And most of y`all bite on anything like a goat
And when you`re hot you`re hot, when you`re not you turn cold
Lack of understanding what that provokes
Not loyal to the movement of the militant folks
But you`re good at blowing smoke up my ass like I love it
Glad to rise above it, I don`t need this shit
Too many jackasses to deal with
Like pleasure isle, we lace the mic with style and finesse
[Chorus x2]
