Artist: Pharcyde Album: Beats & Lyrics 2 Song: Manifest Typed by: Nelson2014@aol.com Intro: 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.