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| Song | Network |
| Artist | The Pharcyde |
| Album | Plain Rap |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hardson, Robinson, Trotter ... | |
| (Slimkid3) | |
| Aiyo we got five minutes, man! | |
| Yo, yo Brown. Sup, man, we got five minutes | |
| Imani, let's go..Yo, Ro! Let's go.. | |
| (Bootie Brown/Frank Fiction) | |
| Devastating rhyme creating, innovating | |
| Got you anticipating the arrival of the Cyde | |
| Don't you worry, hold it down just like Burry (?) | |
| Well-seasoned like curry from India or Jamaica | |
| Bring yuh gal to de show mi posse may tek her | |
| Then cake her, how we're flipping thoughts skipping | |
| Ready for the sabotage while the entourage | |
| Take her somewhere remote, got her open like a cargo pod | |
| Our lyrics blend like camouflage | |
| You be wondering what's happened like Rog | |
| (Imani/Citizen Strange) | |
| Yeah, son zoom like the moon | |
| You and your whole cartoon platoon | |
| Gets eradicated, y'all barely made it | |
| Listen to the words of the man, now I'm hella faded | |
| Now I'm elevated, and now I'm here to state it | |
| Your entire empire is tired, y'all need to retire | |
| Like an old player cause your flavor is now expired! | |
| (Slimkid3) | |
| Come on, I rap wise and lyrically baptize, respect | |
| Resurrect em like they're holy, holding blessed communion | |
| Redesign laws of union in a revolution | |
| Connect the eyes to energize cause evil lurks in lies | |
| Steals your breath and then you die, no one heard you cry | |
| Now he's off to the next man's urging eye | |
| Our excursion eliminates those folks that's purging | |
| Like virgin we be conquering, reconstruct with surgery | |
| (Chorus x2) | |
| On tight beats we lurk, to drive you berserk | |
| Leaving suckers shook, what a skirt | |
| Companies perfected how to jerk | |
| Crews come together, put some love back in it | |
| Network, we network! | |
| (Black Thought) | |
| You tossed aside, talk/hustle is the way we survive | |
| Cover your ears, your clothes, your eyes then look alive | |
| The most high, draw swift out the holster | |
| Rude boy ragamuffin, roots and culture | |
| It gets deep, I scuba dive beneath the street | |
| Then rise through concrete with new and improved beats | |
| And kick emcees in they teeth with steel cleats | |
| Extreme like war and peace but none the least | |
| (Imani/Citizen Strange) | |
| We retract it, then the bullshit got subtracted | |
| Then you got attacked and attracted to this matter it's | |
| Like a magnet, truly expression through touring | |
| Two majestic rap bands exploring foreign lands | |
| With the mic in hand I cold took command | |
| You here to destroy, we here to build and plan | |
| Hella faded from the trees we bought, beware | |
| Cause you can get caught by the all-out | |
| Verbal assault, Pharcyde and Black Thought | |
| (Bootie Brown/Frank Fiction) | |
| Pharcyde make mad hits, see ya man through | |
| Some lab test, grab vest while I commence | |
| To execute with acute precision, cause collision | |
| Got caught up in the head bobbing, neck jerking | |
| And trying to get my polished shine networking | |
| Merging, converging to split your melon | |
| Have you screaming yelling, crew bail in | |
| The complete steez, young cats look up to us | |
| Like trapeze, they love the way we swing it | |
| It's the Roots inside guaranteed to bring it to these nits | |
| Got individuals expecting residuals for the mic | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Black Thought) | |
| Yo, my network spit shit making your neck hurt | |
| You're now in tune to the sounds of the expert | |
| A hundred flave-ahs of this widespread chaos | |
| About to blow like the sextet of Miles Dave-ahs | |
| Thought from the Illafive on the Phar-cidic | |
| The blizzard isotona rap style, y'all can fit it | |
| The head farmer, crush/kill the bad karma | |
| Full body armor sounds, emcees can never hit it | |
| (Slimkid3) | |
| Venom when I spit it, backdraft when we lit it | |
| Blow like chemical contents, I exercise this convent | |
| Who done this cause we did this, booked and fingerprinted | |
| Unlimited turn, early bird catches the worm | |
| My penicillin heals, taking turns we trying to burn | |
| Rub me down like lubriderm, we the cure and you're the germ | |
| Embalm you with the fluid, make you do it like sherm | |
| Keep you up until the end of the term | |
| (Bootie Brown/Frank Fiction) | |
| Niggas green with envy like they had gamma treatment | |
| Find it hard to compete with, I'm on some steep shit | |
| Climbing, you're on it like Carlich Hymen (?) | |
| My skills I always polish it up till it's shining | |
| Like a brother with a brand new Lex | |
| Rhymes on it like sporting two tecs | |
| With laser lights make the red dot | |
| Bring it your face while you're blinking | |
| (Imani/Citizen Strange) | |
| White white hot, thermal | |
| Burn your shit down like a towering inferno | |
| Selecting and connecting them peckish grooves | |
| To make you move, move you all like you fall | |
| Verbal graffiti when we spray words on the mic like aerosol | |
| (Chorus x3) |
| zuo ci : Hardson, Robinson, Trotter ... | |
| Slimkid3 | |
| Aiyo we got five minutes, man! | |
| Yo, yo Brown. Sup, man, we got five minutes | |
| Imani, let' s go.. Yo, Ro! Let' s go.. | |
| Bootie Brown Frank Fiction | |
| Devastating rhyme creating, innovating | |
| Got you anticipating the arrival of the Cyde | |
| Don' t you worry, hold it down just like Burry ? | |
| Wellseasoned like curry from India or Jamaica | |
| Bring yuh gal to de show mi posse may tek her | |
| Then cake her, how we' re flipping thoughts skipping | |
| Ready for the sabotage while the entourage | |
| Take her somewhere remote, got her open like a cargo pod | |
| Our lyrics blend like camouflage | |
| You be wondering what' s happened like Rog | |
| Imani Citizen Strange | |
| Yeah, son zoom like the moon | |
| You and your whole cartoon platoon | |
| Gets eradicated, y' all barely made it | |
| Listen to the words of the man, now I' m hella faded | |
| Now I' m elevated, and now I' m here to state it | |
| Your entire empire is tired, y' all need to retire | |
| Like an old player cause your flavor is now expired! | |
| Slimkid3 | |
| Come on, I rap wise and lyrically baptize, respect | |
| Resurrect em like they' re holy, holding blessed communion | |
| Redesign laws of union in a revolution | |
| Connect the eyes to energize cause evil lurks in lies | |
| Steals your breath and then you die, no one heard you cry | |
| Now he' s off to the next man' s urging eye | |
| Our excursion eliminates those folks that' s purging | |
| Like virgin we be conquering, reconstruct with surgery | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| On tight beats we lurk, to drive you berserk | |
| Leaving suckers shook, what a skirt | |
| Companies perfected how to jerk | |
| Crews come together, put some love back in it | |
| Network, we network! | |
| Black Thought | |
| You tossed aside, talk hustle is the way we survive | |
| Cover your ears, your clothes, your eyes then look alive | |
| The most high, draw swift out the holster | |
| Rude boy ragamuffin, roots and culture | |
| It gets deep, I scuba dive beneath the street | |
| Then rise through concrete with new and improved beats | |
| And kick emcees in they teeth with steel cleats | |
| Extreme like war and peace but none the least | |
| Imani Citizen Strange | |
| We retract it, then the bullshit got subtracted | |
| Then you got attacked and attracted to this matter it' s | |
| Like a magnet, truly expression through touring | |
| Two majestic rap bands exploring foreign lands | |
| With the mic in hand I cold took command | |
| You here to destroy, we here to build and plan | |
| Hella faded from the trees we bought, beware | |
| Cause you can get caught by the allout | |
| Verbal assault, Pharcyde and Black Thought | |
| Bootie Brown Frank Fiction | |
| Pharcyde make mad hits, see ya man through | |
| Some lab test, grab vest while I commence | |
| To execute with acute precision, cause collision | |
| Got caught up in the head bobbing, neck jerking | |
| And trying to get my polished shine networking | |
| Merging, converging to split your melon | |
| Have you screaming yelling, crew bail in | |
| The complete steez, young cats look up to us | |
| Like trapeze, they love the way we swing it | |
| It' s the Roots inside guaranteed to bring it to these nits | |
| Got individuals expecting residuals for the mic | |
| Chorus | |
| Black Thought | |
| Yo, my network spit shit making your neck hurt | |
| You' re now in tune to the sounds of the expert | |
| A hundred flaveahs of this widespread chaos | |
| About to blow like the sextet of Miles Daveahs | |
| Thought from the Illafive on the Pharcidic | |
| The blizzard isotona rap style, y' all can fit it | |
| The head farmer, crush kill the bad karma | |
| Full body armor sounds, emcees can never hit it | |
| Slimkid3 | |
| Venom when I spit it, backdraft when we lit it | |
| Blow like chemical contents, I exercise this convent | |
| Who done this cause we did this, booked and fingerprinted | |
| Unlimited turn, early bird catches the worm | |
| My penicillin heals, taking turns we trying to burn | |
| Rub me down like lubriderm, we the cure and you' re the germ | |
| Embalm you with the fluid, make you do it like sherm | |
| Keep you up until the end of the term | |
| Bootie Brown Frank Fiction | |
| Niggas green with envy like they had gamma treatment | |
| Find it hard to compete with, I' m on some steep shit | |
| Climbing, you' re on it like Carlich Hymen ? | |
| My skills I always polish it up till it' s shining | |
| Like a brother with a brand new Lex | |
| Rhymes on it like sporting two tecs | |
| With laser lights make the red dot | |
| Bring it your face while you' re blinking | |
| Imani Citizen Strange | |
| White white hot, thermal | |
| Burn your shit down like a towering inferno | |
| Selecting and connecting them peckish grooves | |
| To make you move, move you all like you fall | |
| Verbal graffiti when we spray words on the mic like aerosol | |
| Chorus x3 |
| zuò cí : Hardson, Robinson, Trotter ... | |
| Slimkid3 | |
| Aiyo we got five minutes, man! | |
| Yo, yo Brown. Sup, man, we got five minutes | |
| Imani, let' s go.. Yo, Ro! Let' s go.. | |
| Bootie Brown Frank Fiction | |
| Devastating rhyme creating, innovating | |
| Got you anticipating the arrival of the Cyde | |
| Don' t you worry, hold it down just like Burry ? | |
| Wellseasoned like curry from India or Jamaica | |
| Bring yuh gal to de show mi posse may tek her | |
| Then cake her, how we' re flipping thoughts skipping | |
| Ready for the sabotage while the entourage | |
| Take her somewhere remote, got her open like a cargo pod | |
| Our lyrics blend like camouflage | |
| You be wondering what' s happened like Rog | |
| Imani Citizen Strange | |
| Yeah, son zoom like the moon | |
| You and your whole cartoon platoon | |
| Gets eradicated, y' all barely made it | |
| Listen to the words of the man, now I' m hella faded | |
| Now I' m elevated, and now I' m here to state it | |
| Your entire empire is tired, y' all need to retire | |
| Like an old player cause your flavor is now expired! | |
| Slimkid3 | |
| Come on, I rap wise and lyrically baptize, respect | |
| Resurrect em like they' re holy, holding blessed communion | |
| Redesign laws of union in a revolution | |
| Connect the eyes to energize cause evil lurks in lies | |
| Steals your breath and then you die, no one heard you cry | |
| Now he' s off to the next man' s urging eye | |
| Our excursion eliminates those folks that' s purging | |
| Like virgin we be conquering, reconstruct with surgery | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| On tight beats we lurk, to drive you berserk | |
| Leaving suckers shook, what a skirt | |
| Companies perfected how to jerk | |
| Crews come together, put some love back in it | |
| Network, we network! | |
| Black Thought | |
| You tossed aside, talk hustle is the way we survive | |
| Cover your ears, your clothes, your eyes then look alive | |
| The most high, draw swift out the holster | |
| Rude boy ragamuffin, roots and culture | |
| It gets deep, I scuba dive beneath the street | |
| Then rise through concrete with new and improved beats | |
| And kick emcees in they teeth with steel cleats | |
| Extreme like war and peace but none the least | |
| Imani Citizen Strange | |
| We retract it, then the bullshit got subtracted | |
| Then you got attacked and attracted to this matter it' s | |
| Like a magnet, truly expression through touring | |
| Two majestic rap bands exploring foreign lands | |
| With the mic in hand I cold took command | |
| You here to destroy, we here to build and plan | |
| Hella faded from the trees we bought, beware | |
| Cause you can get caught by the allout | |
| Verbal assault, Pharcyde and Black Thought | |
| Bootie Brown Frank Fiction | |
| Pharcyde make mad hits, see ya man through | |
| Some lab test, grab vest while I commence | |
| To execute with acute precision, cause collision | |
| Got caught up in the head bobbing, neck jerking | |
| And trying to get my polished shine networking | |
| Merging, converging to split your melon | |
| Have you screaming yelling, crew bail in | |
| The complete steez, young cats look up to us | |
| Like trapeze, they love the way we swing it | |
| It' s the Roots inside guaranteed to bring it to these nits | |
| Got individuals expecting residuals for the mic | |
| Chorus | |
| Black Thought | |
| Yo, my network spit shit making your neck hurt | |
| You' re now in tune to the sounds of the expert | |
| A hundred flaveahs of this widespread chaos | |
| About to blow like the sextet of Miles Daveahs | |
| Thought from the Illafive on the Pharcidic | |
| The blizzard isotona rap style, y' all can fit it | |
| The head farmer, crush kill the bad karma | |
| Full body armor sounds, emcees can never hit it | |
| Slimkid3 | |
| Venom when I spit it, backdraft when we lit it | |
| Blow like chemical contents, I exercise this convent | |
| Who done this cause we did this, booked and fingerprinted | |
| Unlimited turn, early bird catches the worm | |
| My penicillin heals, taking turns we trying to burn | |
| Rub me down like lubriderm, we the cure and you' re the germ | |
| Embalm you with the fluid, make you do it like sherm | |
| Keep you up until the end of the term | |
| Bootie Brown Frank Fiction | |
| Niggas green with envy like they had gamma treatment | |
| Find it hard to compete with, I' m on some steep shit | |
| Climbing, you' re on it like Carlich Hymen ? | |
| My skills I always polish it up till it' s shining | |
| Like a brother with a brand new Lex | |
| Rhymes on it like sporting two tecs | |
| With laser lights make the red dot | |
| Bring it your face while you' re blinking | |
| Imani Citizen Strange | |
| White white hot, thermal | |
| Burn your shit down like a towering inferno | |
| Selecting and connecting them peckish grooves | |
| To make you move, move you all like you fall | |
| Verbal graffiti when we spray words on the mic like aerosol | |
| Chorus x3 |
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