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You gotta get up off of that Bullshit... stop fighting that
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feeling(x4)
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(Imani)
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Let me entertain you
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And Interphaze you with the new sound
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the sound is the "cyde" And the PHAR is the "CYDE"
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And no matter who you are you know you can't HYDE!
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not from the eyes of the sun nor the moon nor the stars!
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no matter who you are!
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So come in and commence to the sound of my drummin
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You gotta get up off of that Bullshit... stop fighting that
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feeling(x4)
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(Slim Kid 3)
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Time to go all the way with it
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Don't just sit there and stare or play with it
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cause were committed to the seeds of the new breeds
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the Motha Ship of dreams where fiendz breast feeds
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step thru reality into reality so surreal you feel you never knew
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reality
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until it stood still now your far from a lie
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when the truth tantalizes ya eyes see we'z
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already in the skies or outer space
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standing here on the face of this earth
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to the state to the grid of my turf
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where my mom gave birth
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to all that she loves be it small to othersbut yo its bigger than
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love
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they did a cross examination of it
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but you can't duplicate the stae of our relations thru translations
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that's not the ticket breaking code in Heiroglyphics
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trying to get down to the specifics
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You gotta get up off of that Bullshit... stop fighting that
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feeling(x4)
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(Bootie Brown)
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Yo! when money talks fools are always checkin'
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depositing their two cents
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Foolishly convinced blinded by their ignorance
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that becomes a hinderance for them to rise
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When you going to recognize, time waits for no man
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when you going to stand and...
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Get up offa that Bullshit, stop fighting that feeling
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You gotta get up off of that Bullshit... stop fighting that
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feeling(x4)
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(Suave)
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Yo, Yo, now let me change the topic just a bit
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talk about the iahp's with the fat ass and tits
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Comin' to the club looking for a star
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ain't got ten dollars for a drink at the bar
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scoping around looking for the best dressed,
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smelling for the indo passing up the stress
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sniff sniff yo what does the iahp smell
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A brotha like Suave with pockets that swell
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action was thrown the iahp was blown
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next thing you know I had her at my home
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all alone object to get paid
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the only thing that happened was her ass got laid
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Now no end and her ass was sprung
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Used a little tongue but believe I'm well hung
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So listen, a lesson well learned for all you club hopping ho's
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It ain't about the stardom and it ain't about the dough
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So...
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You gotta get on up off of that Bullshit (x6)
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Stop fighting that feeling
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Bullshit
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The Pharcyde |