Pharcyde - 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

«Iaph's» think I’m cute

(SAY WHAT?)

Yo man, I pay them no attention I stay deep into the cut

Cause I leave the tricks alone cause the name is not David

Copper-Filled pockets, never made it don’t hate it

So let it be stated

Niggas couldn’t fade it with an edit

And Xerox M.C.'s are pathetic

They tryin' to duplicate but they’re comin' out synthetic

The name is Bootie Brown and phony M.C.'s forget it

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 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 and juice I seduce these iahps to get loose 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 get crushed

Well it’s apparent, that many are so transparent

You can’t believe ya eyes when ya staring

It’s ghostly and mostly the wise who

Yeah, they just run this game before ya eyes to

To tell you lies in gold glitter

For many moons I’ve been a go getter

Took miles of manure from the purest bullshitters

Now them muthafuckas ain’t wit us to get us

M-walk shake the cut through their neutro-transmitter

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 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 cause I come directly from my internal

While my eternal infernos steadily towering

And over-powering, all sour-sounding

Wishing, wishy-washy competition

Definitely wack and lackin' any stable ammunition

Change ya mission, men and listen

My way of salutations get no validations

Just rejections and ejections outta my Hitachi

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