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    The Pharcyde / Lyrics

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    "Pharcyde" Lyrics

    The Pharcyde


    "None of that's 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 I'm back to win
    so just tell a friend
    that I'm 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, "iahp's" think I'm 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 don't hate it
    so let it be stated
    niggas couldn't fade it with an
    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

    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

    I step toward the MIC grinnin'
    the lyrical imperial award winnin'
    rhymes like a balloon that got a pin in it
    because my shit be poppin'
    like gin & juice I seduce these iahps to get
    when I'm droppin'
    these rhymes on drums
    like my nigga Def Jef
    my style is more unknown than what happens
    after death
    I come fresh like your breath after your brush
    wack MC's like that orange soda got crushed

    (Slim Kid3)
    Well it's apparent that many
    are so transparent you
    can't believe ya eyes when
    ya starin it's 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 I've been
    a go getter took miles of
    manure from the purest bullshitters
    now them mutha fuckas ain't wit us
    to get us
    m-walk shake the cut through their

    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

    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

    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 won't leave my field
    This song was submitted on October 22nd, 2004 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Derrick Lemel Stewart, Emandu Imani Rashaan Wilcox, Romye Robinson, Trevant Jermaine Hardson.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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