The Pharcyde — The Cyde

[Chorus] It's the 'Cyde that you feel still When you're sexing Getting hyper, trying to chill Fill you with thrills, get a mill' Leaving suckers at a standstill Instead of going, out we're going uphill It's the 'Cyde that you feel still When you're sexing Getting hyper, trying to chill Fill you with thrills, get a mill' Leaving suckers at a standstill Instead of going, out we're going uphill [Verse 1: Imani] Yo, we come tri-annual, haters check your manuals Pharcyde's grooves are labelled as highly flammable You're running loose like a wild animal Lawless, thinking you're flawless But they bought this from Hawthorne to Hollis You're too faded, you can't do what we created Your shit is way outdated, they can't contain Or explain, the way we come with a real flow We still glow like titanium Hitting you hard in your cranium You look like you need some wheat grass Or some, calcium from Jamba juice What's good for the duck-duck goose, is good for the gander Take a gander, fuck the red tape and the propaganda The real shit is rare like a panda We trying to expand on the previous Trying to get the shit together like staples or seams 'Cause niggas got dreams [Chorus] It's the 'Cyde that you feel still When you're sexing Getting hyper, trying to chill Fill you with thrills, get a mill' Leaving suckers at a standstill Instead of going, out we're going uphill It's the 'Cyde that you feel still When you're sexing Getting hyper, trying to chill Fill you with thrills, get a mill' Leaving suckers at a standstill Instead of going, out we're going uphill [Verse 2: Bootie Brown] When I hear a tight beat I get anxious, ready Like fifty niggas out of the County at a Luke party With 151 Bacardi and a stick of the stickiest The pickiest, meticulous, when it's got to Represent us I can't trust, in okay, come with it or forget it We move on to improve on, and keep warm While suckers keep pouring, they only get a slap of reality And some change, they call us estranged But worldwide we range, coming to a city near you Pharcyde hear you entrancing, memorizing Stem realising, instant malignment evil With your cerebral, I know it's torture to await The re-emergence of the Cyde Banging in your club, tilt and your ride Trying to bubble like peroxide And heal the wound of, the hip-hop and neglected And keep working to perfect it [Chorus] It's the 'Cyde that you feel still When you're sexing Getting hyper, trying to chill Fill you with thrills, get a mill' Leaving suckers at a standstill Instead of going, out we're going uphill It's the 'Cyde that you feel still When you're sexing Getting hyper, trying to chill Fill you with thrills, get a mill' Leaving suckers at a standstill Instead of going, out we're going uphill [Verse 3: Slimkid3] I bet you're too... Near me to hear me, cross-eyed to see clearly Side winding like a snake, and yet you're trying to steer me Veer me into oncoming traffic, hold up, Dearie! You're looking kind of leery, I'm trying to stay cheery While you're tired and weary, unable to stay stable Unable to keep afloat, and unable to rock a note So you, bring a good friend down by the throat And most of y'all bite on anything like a goat And when you're hot you're hot And when you're not, you turncoat Not understanding what that provokes Not loyal to the movement of uplifted folks But you're good, at blowing smoke up my ass like I love it Glad, rise above it, I don't need this shit Too many jackasses to deal with Like pleasure Isle, we lace the mic with style and finesse [Chorus] It's the 'Cyde that you feel still When you're sexing Getting hyper, trying to chill Fill you with thrills, get a mill' Leaving suckers at a standstill Instead of going, out we're going uphill It's the 'Cyde that you feel still When you're sexing Getting hyper, trying to chill Fill you with thrills, get a mill' Leaving suckers at a standstill Instead of going, out we're going uphill