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Your shit is way outdated, they can't contain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