Trust

[Intro - Imani]
 Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
 I'd like to welcome all of you
 Into the secret sessions of the sacred talisman
 You are here with the three conductors of rhythm
 Yes, constructors of reality through musical composition
 Yes, relax and interface as we take you into the next phase
 [beat change]
 [Imani/Citizen Strange]
 Where ya at, where ya at? They keep asking where ya been
 We been preparing for two thousand and beyond, Pharcyde
 What's the gripe, clown, turn that hype down
 You had your chance but wasn't able to advance
 Now you're stuck in a trance
 All caught up in our rhythmic avalanches
 Biting our sound like sandwiches
 You fucked up your chances
 Due to certain circumstances that you could've controlled
 But had no real substance so under pressure you fold
 Freak the peak of this lick, ghetto chic over fresh beats
 Overexposed and cheats with verbal traction like cleats
 Trying to get skeets, huh
 Yup, they trying to get mine but I walk that fine line
 Cause fools carry heat like sunshine
 Damn! Pharcyde's popping, they hipping and they hopping
 And it ain't no stopping, repeated shots to they noggin
 Banging until they jaws is dropping, again
 [Chorus x2]
 When it seems there's no one to trust
 You can always count on Pharcyde to bust
 We readjust, combust from dawn to dusk
 Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack rappers on hush
 [Bootie Brown/Frank Fiction]
 Waiting around, it's like a hot day to burn it up
 With another hot plate, got your neighbours irate
 Volume way past 8, keep me booming in your system
 >From your residence to your auto, niggas envious
 Green like an avocado, no beef, only equals cattle
 Por favor, give you what you want and more
 At the record store, first letters æ? h' as in phosphorous
 Learn to enrich my mind, working on being prosperous
 A fool with money is quick to part
 Some things start off sweet and end up tart
 I speak in the front like a [?]
 When you was expectant it the crew and I connected
 Keep it collective from first to last
 Is it banging is the question that they ask
 [Chorus]
 [Slimkid3]
 Impressed with the wrong impression
 About this rap shit, it's more than my profession
 It's heartfelt, this life dealt a deadly hand
 Life's lessons, hard times made a deadly man
 Out of the soft, stressing, I fall down to my knees
 For my blessings, push my wants aside for a minute
 Cause greed had me testing my own fate
 My own self-worth and how it goes to waste
 All these things that I'm supposed to face
 It gets scary on my planet sometimes
 My intuition in the back of my mind
 Tells me right from wrong
 Giving me strength to write this song
 I might not be here long
 So I take it serious and stop chasing a dream
 Cause it made me delirious
 All cats are curious entering wrong
 [Chorus x4]