The Pharcyde — Storm

Money and sex and drugs and violence And ice and dubs Mics and love and beats and rhyme And every single time Try to tell you but you never listen to the rhyme Love and romance Hip hop don’t stop When I’m on the microphone I try to take it to the top Over priced ice and over priced whips It seems like they’re hearing but nobody listening Unless it’s a MTV or BET video Dosier got rhymes forget about those silly hoes Money sex violence drugs guns ice dubs thugs It’s got to be more than just cornrows and braids and The names on the back of your throwback Dosier is the name and I think that it is so wack That now a days people bite on the mic And get props on the mic You know it’s not right and forget about the music.People talk and complain Do not want to change Everything is the same Always want to get over Wanna pull my chain Carry some insurance Cause you wanna pull my chain Show mix with business Oil mixed with rain A slick road ahead With the love there’s pain Family could be tight Until someone want to gain Man it’s a shame Now they look at me like an outsider Pharcyder rider One live wire Get ready for another all-nighter Who’s got the fire who need a lighter Dosier get you higher than Ishiah Rider Once you hit then Hit it then Hold it in and close your eyes then exhale Slow thru your nose then Ride Money and sex and drugs and violence And ice and dubs Mics and love and beats and rhyme And everysingle time Try to tell you but you never listen to the rhyme Yeah the streets do watch and they do get hot But they don’t know We will smash they flow Cuz they get up on the microphone and act like a Fashion show Don’t care whose name you got on the back of your Jeans Your shit ain’t hot Pharcyde been OG Since the day we drop Some make it to the summit Some plain out flop Pull me over to the side and we can chop Underground to pop We have not forgot about We must pay homage To the great performers of yesterday That paved the way So that we may be able to do our thing today From slave ships to space ships Guitars to asr’s Drum kicks to drum machines back to drum kicks We just about seen it all Ain’t nothing new under the sun Yes yes y’all