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Intro: 
Next shit. We know it. Man. Man. Right. DJ EQ. 2000. 2000. EQ 

Verse 1: 
Who rocks who rocks unorthodox 
Methods to wreck it so expect shit to get hectic 
>From my direct hit 
The fly hits bullseye respect it 
I don't do cheap tricks to get chicks 
I just stand by my word (word) full attention 
And still get attention 
And still it should be noted 
They all folded from me and potent quote yeah 

We rock words unorthodox awkward 

Hey you gotta get it together or leave it alone 
You gotta lead the way or be the clone 
Stand there before the world holdin' microphones 
You gotta freak what ya feel cause to each is own 
Don't like what I kick you can't see my zone 
I'm from deeper galaxies than regions unknown 
And my legion is grown in amazin' ways 
Preparing for these crazy days hey 

Hook: 
"What an expression you are manifested" 
Manifested 
Pharcyde manifested 

Verse 2: 
My brain's on lock like two hungry pits in an alley fightin' over T-bone 
Shit is fowl like cheap cologne 
On your Uncle's Sundays shoes straight from Penny's 
Pob's droppin' math while we sip on Henny 
I hate it when my pockets on skinny 
But shit happens 
If you don't stay on top 
Tryin' to bubble not pop 
Like gats on New Years down in South Central 
You must of spread yourself to make life instramental 

Hook 

Schmooche Cat: 
Peepin' through my foresight 
I ain't got my forth right 
I wake up everyday behavin' to display men 
Havin' to be trick and cheat to get on first deadly gamin' to keep 
maintainin' 
To keep things from gettin' worse 
When some player hater get what's all peace (it's all peace) 
Been gamin' waitin' operatin' do it all team 
Needin' to be condemned by a government agency 
Mad at the way them niggas and hoes thought they was playin' me 

Yeah I usually give niggas the benefit of the doubt 
Thinkin' that eventually they come arrrrround 
? from jumps who thought it would pump? 
Now we over the hump tryin' to get skrilla like Trump 

Never been a chump 
Show my ass like Gump 
Use to dream about the hump 
Tryin' to get my pockets to lump 
Like cancer in titties 
Spread through cities 
I'm smooth with mine like pimps roll Kiddies (eeeeeeer) 

Hook 

Outro: 
Still gotta give a shoot out to Schmooche Cat. YouknowhatI'msayin'? 2000. 
P.h.a.r.c.y.d.e. You you know how we do. Two triple low. 2000.

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