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Intro:
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Next shit. We know it. Man. Man. Right. DJ EQ. 2000. 2000. EQ
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Verse 1:
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Who rocks who rocks unorthodox
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Methods to wreck it so expect shit to get hectic
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>From my direct hit
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The fly hits bullseye respect it
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I don't do cheap tricks to get chicks
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I just stand by my word (word) full attention
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And still get attention
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And still it should be noted
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They all folded from me and potent quote yeah
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We rock words unorthodox awkward
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Hey you gotta get it together or leave it alone
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You gotta lead the way or be the clone
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Stand there before the world holdin' microphones
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You gotta freak what ya feel cause to each is own
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Don't like what I kick you can't see my zone
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I'm from deeper galaxies than regions unknown
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And my legion is grown in amazin' ways
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Preparing for these crazy days hey
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Hook:
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"What an expression you are manifested"
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Manifested
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Pharcyde manifested
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Verse 2:
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My brain's on lock like two hungry pits in an alley fightin' over T-bone
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Shit is fowl like cheap cologne
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On your Uncle's Sundays shoes straight from Penny's
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Pob's droppin' math while we sip on Henny
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I hate it when my pockets on skinny
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But shit happens
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If you don't stay on top
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Tryin' to bubble not pop
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Like gats on New Years down in South Central
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You must of spread yourself to make life instramental
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Hook
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Schmooche Cat:
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Peepin' through my foresight
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I ain't got my forth right
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I wake up everyday behavin' to display men
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Havin' to be trick and cheat to get on first deadly gamin' to keep
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maintainin'
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To keep things from gettin' worse
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When some player hater get what's all peace (it's all peace)
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Been gamin' waitin' operatin' do it all team
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Needin' to be condemned by a government agency
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Mad at the way them niggas and hoes thought they was playin' me
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Yeah I usually give niggas the benefit of the doubt
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Thinkin' that eventually they come arrrrround
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? from jumps who thought it would pump?
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Now we over the hump tryin' to get skrilla like Trump
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Never been a chump
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Show my ass like Gump
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Use to dream about the hump
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Tryin' to get my pockets to lump
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Like cancer in titties
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Spread through cities
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I'm smooth with mine like pimps roll Kiddies (eeeeeeer)
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Hook
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Outro:
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Still gotta give a shoot out to Schmooche Cat. YouknowhatI'msayin'? 2000.
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P.h.a.r.c.y.d.e. You you know how we do. Two triple low. 2000.
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Manifest
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| The Pharcyde |
