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Pharcyde

[Imani]

"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

Edit,

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

It.

[Chorus: x2]

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

[Fatlip]

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 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

Neutro-transmitter

[Chorus: x2]

[Imani]

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

Competition

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

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written by Stewart, Derrick Lemel / Wilcox, Emandu Imani Rashaan / Robinson, Romye / Hardson, Trevant Jermaine

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