Feeling

[Chorus x2] It's the Cyde that you feel still When you're sexing Getting hyper, trying to chill Clean you in thrills, collect mils Leaving suckas at a standstill Instead of going out we're going uphill [Imani] Yo, we come tri-annual, haters check your manuals Pharcyde beats 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flawless But they bought this from Hawthorne to Hollis You're too faded, you can't do what we created That shit is way outdated, they can't contain or explain The way we come with a real flow, we still glow titanium Hitting you hard in your cranium You look like you need some wheat grass Some calcium or some Java 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're trying to expand on the previous Trying to get the shit together like staples or seams Cause niggas got dreams [Chorus x2] [Bootie Brown] When I hear a tight beat I get anxious, ready Like fifty niggas out the County at a Luke party With 151 Bacardi and a stick of the stickiest Meticulous when it's got to represent us I can't trust in no kay, come with it or forget it We move on to improve on and keep warm While suckers only want to get a slap of reality And some change, they call us strange But worldwide we range coming to a city near you Pharcyde here you entrancing, memorizing Stem realising, instant malignment evil But we're cerebral, I know it's torture to await The reemergence of the Cyde Banging in your club, tilt and your ride Trying to bubble like peroxide And heal the wound of the hip-hop neglected And keep working to perfect it [Chorus x2] [Slimkid3] You're too near me to hear me, cross-eyed to see clearly Side winding like a snake and yet you try 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, 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, when you're not you turn cold Lack of understanding what that provokes Not loyal to the movement of the militant folks But you're good at blowing smoke up my ass like I love it Glad to 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 x2]