Feeling lyrics

[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That shit is way outdated, they can`t contain or explain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]
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