[Intro - Imani]
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Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
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I'd like to welcome all of you
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Into the secret sessions of the sacred talisman
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You are here with the three conductors of rhythm
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Yes, constructors of reality through musical composition
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Yes, relax and interface as we take you into the next phase
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[beat change]
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[Imani/Citizen Strange]
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Where ya at, where ya at? They keep asking where ya been
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We been preparing for two thousand and beyond, Pharcyde
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What's the gripe, clown, turn that hype down
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You had your chance but wasn't able to advance
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Now you're stuck in a trance
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All caught up in our rhythmic avalanches
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Biting our sound like sandwiches
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You fucked up your chances
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Due to certain circumstances that you could've controlled
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But had no real substance so under pressure you fold
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Freak the peak of this lick, ghetto chic over fresh beats
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Overexposed and cheats with verbal traction like cleats
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Trying to get skeets, huh
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Yup, they trying to get mine but I walk that fine line
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Cause fools carry heat like sunshine
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Damn! Pharcyde's popping, they hipping and they hopping
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And it ain't no stopping, repeated shots to they noggin
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Banging until they jaws is dropping, again
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[Chorus x2]
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When it seems there's no one to trust
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You can always count on Pharcyde to bust
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We readjust, combust from dawn to dusk
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Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack rappers on hush
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[Bootie Brown/Frank Fiction]
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Waiting around, it's like a hot day to burn it up
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With another hot plate, got your neighbours irate
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Volume way past 8, keep me booming in your system
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>From your residence to your auto, niggas envious
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Green like an avocado, no beef, only equals cattle
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Por favor, give you what you want and more
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At the record store, first letters ?h' as in phosphorous
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Learn to enrich my mind, working on being prosperous
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A fool with money is quick to part
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Some things start off sweet and end up tart
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I speak in the front like a [???]
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When you was expectant it the crew and I connected
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Keep it collective from first to last
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Is it banging is the question that they ask
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[Chorus]
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[Slimkid3]
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Impressed with the wrong impression
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About this rap shit, it's more than my profession
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It's heartfelt, this life dealt a deadly hand
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Life's lessons, hard times made a deadly man
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Out of the soft, stressing, I fall down to my knees
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For my blessings, push my wants aside for a minute
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Cause greed had me testing my own fate
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My own self-worth and how it goes to waste
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All these things that I'm supposed to face
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It gets scary on my planet sometimes
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My intuition in the back of my mind
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Tells me right from wrong
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Giving me strength to write this song
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I might not be here long
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So I take it serious and stop chasing a dream
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Cause it made me delirious
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All cats are curious entering wrong
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[Chorus x4]
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Trust
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| Pharcyde |
