Bullshit The Pharcyde

[Produced by J Dilla]

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, thank you, thank you
Thank you, thank you
Yeah, yeah, thank you, thank you
Thank you, thank you
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah (Uh-huh, no applause, please, no applause)
Whatever
Alright, give me that beat, y'all
You know, uh-huh, you know what time is it, you know what—
Uh, yeah, you know (Alright, now), you know what—
You know what time is it

[Chorus]
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit, stop fighting that feeling, uh
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit, stop fighting that feeling, uh
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit, stop fighting that feeling, uh
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit, stop fighting that feeling, uh

[Verse 1: Imani]
Let me entertain you
And interphase you with the new sound
Sound is the side, and the Phar is the cyde
And, no matter who you are, you know you can't hide
Not from the eyes of the sun or the moon or the stars
No matter who you are (Do-doom, do-doom, do-doom) (Da-na-na-na)
(Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Come in (Come in) and commence to the sound of my drumming (Drumming)