Trust

[Intro - Imani] Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes I'd like to welcome all of you Into the secret sessions of the sacred talisman You are here with the three conductors of rhythm Yes, constructors of reality through musical composition Yes, relax and interface as we take you into the next phase [Beat change] [ImaniCitizen Strange] Where ya at, where ya at? They keep asking where ya been We been preparing for two thousand and beyond, Pharcyde What's the gripe, clown, turn that hype down You had your chance but wasn't able to advance Now you're stuck in a trance All caught up in our rhythmic avalanches Biting our sound like sandwiches You fucked up your chances Due to certain circumstances that you could've controlled But had no real substance so under pressure you fold Freak the peak of this lick, ghetto chic over fresh beats Overexposed and cheats with verbal traction like cleats Trying to get skeets, huh Yup, they trying to get mine but I walk that fine line Cause fools carry heat like sunshine Damn! Pharcyde's popping, they hipping and they hopping And it ain't no stopping, repeated shots to they noggin Banging until they jaws is dropping, again [Chorus x2] When it seems there's no one to trust You can always count on Pharcyde to bust We readjust, combust from dawn to dusk Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack rappers on hush [Bootie BrownFrank Fiction] Waiting around, it's like a hot day to burn it up With another hot plate, got your neighbours irate Volume way past 8, keep me booming in your system