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]
 [ImaniCitizen 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 BrownFrank 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