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    The Pharcyde

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    Let me freak the funk,
    Obsolete is the punk that talk more junk than sanford sells
    I jet propel at a rate that complice their mental state
    As I invade their masquerade
    They couldn't fade with a clipper blade
    10 years in the trade is not enough, you can't cut it
    I let you take a swing, and you bunted
    For an easy out, I leave mc's with doubt
    Of exceeding, my name is bottie brown and I'm proceeding, leading,
    They try to follow but they're shallow and hollow
    I can see right through them like an empty 40 bottle, of o.e.
    They have no key, or no clue
    To the game at all, now they washed up
    Hung out to dry
    Standing looking stpud, wondering why
    (why man? )
    It was the fame, that they tried to get
    Now they walking around talkin about represent
    And keep it real, but I got to appeal
    Cause they exisitng in a fantasy when holding the steel

    Rock a bye baby,
    Listen to my heart pumping to a fine ravine
    Of all things it's a vain of a shrine
    All missions impossible are possible, cause i'm
    Heading for a new sector 365 days fron now, i'll
    Wipe the sweat from my brow
    And each and every true will stick, or fall from the sky of my cloud nine
    From homies all the way to chics, no matter how fine
    Cotrolling is a swollen way to wreck a proud mind
    You hold it in your hands and watch a man start crying
    Tear after tear in the puppet man's hands
    Every time you take a stance you do the puppet man's dance
    And the worlds at a stand-still
    Deep in broken mansville, trapped in the moat with an avil, still
    Killing yourself, and dogging ya health
    You ain't amphibious, so grab a hold of yourself

    Shit is-shit is ill, my flow still will spill
    Toxic slick to shock you sick like electrocute
    When I execute, acutely over the rythym
    On those that pollute, extra dosages is what I gotta give em
    Got em mad and tremblin
    Cause I been up in my lad assemblin
    Misslies, to bomb the enemy
    Because they envy me, and the making of my mad currency
    Currently I think we're in a state of an emergency
    Cause niggas done sold their souls, and now their souls is hollow
    And I think they can't follow
    They can't swollow, the truth because it hurts
    This is how I put it down, this is my earth, my turf
    The worth of my birth is a billion, and you know what time it is
    I'm going to make a million
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Jason Vanderhart for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Derrick Stewart, Derrick Lemel Stewart, Emandu Wilcox, Emandu Imani Rashaan Wilcox, Romye Robinson, Trevant Jermaine Hardson.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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