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