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