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my soul - the pharcyde lyrics

(-scratched- “my hip-hop will rock and shock the nation”)

[verse 1: slimkid3]
the way that momma raised us was pure faith
so diablo wouldn’t faze us or daze us
or lay us down to sleep
know the wolf from the sheep
or the sheep who cried wolf
and threw the deadly hoof
while the wolf was asleep
i keep my mind a ghost
follow my heart the most
don’t play fools too closely
put my eyes at post
so diablo won’t be hostin’ the game of life
the knife sits by throats of the young
and blows death straight through the lungs
as the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums
but we shall overcome ’cause we ain’t dumb
but we ain’t smart, they got the girls by the hearts
and the n-ggas by the nuts
ear, tongue and b-tts
yeah, they’re trying to f-ck us up
but, sh-t, you know what’s up
we gotta come with the movement and move men soon
they consume every womb who bares
beneath the stairs of their doom
before they let a new soul bloom
best believe they’re gonna shove ’em in a tomb

[chorus]
every time i step to the microphone
i put my soul on 2-inch reels that i don’t even own
every time i step to the microphone
i put my soul on 2-inch reels that i don’t even own
every time i step to the microphone
i put my soul on 2-inch reels that i don’t even own
see, every time i step to the microphone
i put my soul on 2-inch reels that i don’t even own

(-scratched- “my hip-hop will rock and shock the nation”)

[verse 2: bootie brown]
early sat-rday mornin’ i was cartoon gazin’
slowly broke into the kitchen
to fill a bowl with some raisin bran
as i ran up and down the tv stations
i witnessed indian joe getting tricked out of this nation
by a silly hillbilly who laughed as the sh-t happened
everything’s the same, the game continued into rappin’
deception is at an all-time high
give a piece of your soul to receive some crumbs from the pie
but you know i keep on rappin’ until the break of dawn
even though it is my soul that i do not even own
you know i keep on rappin’ until the break of dawn
even though it is my soul that i do not even own

[chorus]
’cause every time i step to the microphone
i put my soul on 2-inch reels that i don’t even own
every time i step to the microphone
i put my soul on 2-inch reels that i don’t even own
every time i step to the microphone
i put my soul on 2-inch reels that i don’t even own
every time i step to the microphone
i put my soul on 2-inch reels that i don’t even own

[verse 3: fatlip]
i was po’, black,broke beyond a shadow of a doubt
-ss-out, wide open waitin’ for my sh-t to come on out
speakin’ about the time before i got signed
i was coolin’ behind coolio in the county line
my big brother used to say i was an -ssh0l-
didn’t graduate, couldn’t handle the h-ssle
of high school, why fool
wit’ foolish rules and guidelines
f-ck the cap and t-ssels
said forget the trade and tried rhymes
hooked up with j-swift, got with 2-4-2
me and my n-gga l.a. jay back at scu
i grab the mic one-time, check it, 1-2, we in
freakin’ major flavors with my fellow nubians
takin’ sh-t to the next level
too bad i sold my soul to the f-ckin’ devil

[outro: fatlip]
(-scratched- “my hip-hop will rock and shock the nation”)
yeah, this is going out to my man, uh, self jupiter
you know what i’m sayin’, locked up and sh-t
this goin’ out to you, baby
m-th-f-ckin’ pharcyde for ’94
check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out…
(-scratched- “my hip-hop will rock and shock the nation”)

- the pharcyde lyrics

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