The Cyde The Pharcyde

[Chorus]
It's the 'Cyde that you feel still
When you're sexing
Getting hyper, trying to chill
Fill you with thrills, get a mill'
Leaving suckers at a standstill
Instead of going, out we're going uphill
It's the 'Cyde that you feel still
When you're sexing
Getting hyper, trying to chill
Fill you with thrills, get a mill'
Leaving suckers at a standstill
Instead of going, out we're going uphill

[Verse 1: Imani]
Yo, we come tri-annual, haters check your manuals
Pharcyde's grooves 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
Your shit is way outdated, they can't contain
Or explain, the way we come with a real flow
We still glow like titanium
Hitting you hard in your cranium
You look like you need some wheat grass
Or some, calcium from Jamba 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 trying to expand on the previous
Trying to get the shit together like staples or seams
'Cause niggas got dreams