[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Your shit is way outdated, they can't contain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
