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    The Pharcyde

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    [Chorus x2]
    No time to relax, nowhere to run
    Living on the frontline (x2)

    Who could believe in you if what you say isn't true
    If he's deceiving me then what's he see for you
    When they raise the flag who do I pledge allegiance to
    Life in paper bags, sometimes they fall through
    Best love I ever had was this world when it was new
    Back in nineteen-seventy all the way to eighty-two
    Things were heavenly around the town where I grew
    Family love was the sound that I knew, or ran home to
    Don't it make your brown eyes blue?
    When somebody loves you just for you
    With no competition testing you
    What's the proposition of our disposition unable
    You said that I'm a finish, my style won't replenish
    You reckon I'll diminish, fuck a demolition
    I'm steady on a mission with no intermission
    Cramped up in rough conditions like a Cessna in a hurricane
    I get my best nuts standing on virgin stages
    Feeling timeless and ageless
    Seen those like embryos in our invasion
    It's universal, God is amazing

    [Imani/Citizen Strange]
    They mad cause my rhymes even sound fresh a capella
    Hella fellas is hella jealous, had me feeling uncomfortable
    Cause they're unacceptable while we're the exceptional
    Here to let you know they're influenced by the phenomenal
    While you're unable cause you're too unstable
    All of your progress is minimal and that's the inescapable fact
    Verbal rhyme visionaries equipped with stacks of wax
    Rhythm that varies and carries like the wind
    Travelling and elevating towards unattainable heights
    Exercising my rights and just trying to do what I feel is right

    [Chorus x2]

    [Bootie Brown/Frank Fiction]
    There's a lot of players in the game
    And they seem they can't remember why, forgot their goals
    Lost then stole like skipper in the minnow
    Now they got a long face like Leno
    Stressed, feeling gray, nervous
    Asking what they did to deserve this
    Maybe it's not what you did but what you did not
    You're like snot, uncomfortable, agitated
    We inter raining what was said in the past
    Nigga could buy a Benz and can't afford gas
    Getting nowhere fast in a hurry
    My visions not blurry, to quote Mr Flave:
    Don't Believe the Hype unless his last name is Williams
    Then it's guaranteed play, am I lying?
    If you ask me how I'm doing, I'm trying
    To stay above six feet outside of the bars and the concrete
    Love pumping grass making a bomb beat
    This is for my niggas on the late night creep
    Watch where you sleep, watch where you sleep

    [Chorus x8]

    Oh yeah, 342nd airborne
    Paratrooper platoon..
    This song was submitted on October 23rd, 2004 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing.
    Written by Trevant Jermaine Hardson, Romye Robinson, Emandu Imani Rashaan Wilcox.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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