Devil Music

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The Pharcyde - Rap, Hip-Hop

Devil Music

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[Intro] Yeah, check it out, one-two Check it out, check it out One-two, one-two, one-two, one-two Yeah, check it out Yes, I am (My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation) (My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation) Are you ready? Hah, yeah (Yes, I am) [Verse 1: Slimkid3] The way that mama 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 close Sleep with my eyes at post So diablo won't be hostin' the game of life The knife sits by the 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 niggas by the nuts, ear, tongue, and butts Yeah, they're tryin' to fuck us up, but, shit, you know what's up We gotta get with the movements and move men soon They consume every womb who bares beneath the stairs of they doom Before they let a new soul bloom Best believe they're gonna shove 'em in a tomb [Chorus] 'Cause every time I step to the microphone I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own Every time I step to the microphone I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own Every time I step to the microphone I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own Every time I step to the microphone I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own [Verse 2: Bootie Brown] Early Saturday mornin', I was cartoon gazin' Slowly broke into the kitchen to fill a bowl full of Raisin Bran As I ran up and down the TV stations I witnessed Indian Joe getting tricked out of his nation By a silly hillbilly who laughed as the shit happened Everything the same, the game continued into rappin' Deception is at an all-time high You 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 (What? What?) You know I keep on rappin' 'til the break of dawn Even though it is my soul that I do not even own 'cause [Chorus] 'Cause every time I step to the microphone I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own Every time I step to the microphone I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own Every time I step to the microphone I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own Every time I step to the microphone I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own [Verse 3: Fat Lip] I was poor (Poor), Black, broke, beyond a shadow of a doubt (Doubt) Ass-out, wide open, waitin' for my shit 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 asshole Didn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle Of high school, why fool with foolish rules and guidelines? Fuck the cap and tassels, said forget the trade and tried rhymes Hooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2 Me and my nigga LA Jay back at SCU I grabbed the mic one time, check it, one-two, we in Freakin' major flavors for my fellow Nubians Takin' shit to the next level Too bad I sold my soul to the fuckin' devil [Chorus] 'Cause every time I step to the microphone I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own Every time I step to the microphone I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own Every time I step to the microphone I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own Every time I step to the microphone I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own [Outro] Yeah, I wanna give a shout out to my man Self Jupiter, you know what I'm sayin'? Locked up and shit Yeah, what's up, nigga? Yo, yo, yo, this is Imani, you know what I'm sayin'? It's 1995 and everything is alright I'ma say peace to my man Kalani and let him rest in peace, pieces (Yes, indeed, yes, indeed, yes, indeed) And it goes, and it goes And it goes like (And it goes) And it goes, and it goes And it goes like (And it goes like) And it goes, and it goes And it goes like this (And it goes like) And it goes, and it goes (Yes, indeed) And it goes like this (Check it out)

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Credits

Writers
  • Imani
  • Fatlip
  • Bootie Brown
  • Slimkid3