- The Pharcyde Devil Music 歌詞
- The Pharcyde
- The way that momma raised us was pure faith
So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us
Or lay us down to sleep
Know the wolf from the sheep
Or the sheep who cried wolf
And threw the deadly hoof
While the wolf was asleep
I keep my mind a ghost
Follow my heart the most
Don't play fools too close
Sleep with my eyes at post
So Diablo won't be hostin the game of life
The knife sits by throats of the youngand blows death straight through the lungsas the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums
But we shall overcome cause we ain't dumbbut we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts
And the ****** by the nuts
Ear, tongue and butts
Yeah, they're trying to * *** us upbut, ****, you know what's up
We gotta get with the movementand move men soon
They consume every womb who baresbeneath the stairs of their doom
Best believe they're gonna shove em in a tomb
Chorus: repeat 4
XCause Everytime
I step to the microphone
I put my soul on 2' reelsThat I don't even own(Bootie Brown)Early Saturday mornin I was cartoon gazinslowly broke into the kitchento fill a bowl with some Raisin Branas I ran up and down the TV stationsI witnessed Indian Joegetting tricked out of this nationby a silly hillbillywho laughed as the **** happenedEverything's the samethe game continued into rappinDeception is at an all-time highYou give a piece of your soulto receive some crumbs from the pieBut you know I keep on rappin til the break of dawneven though it is my soul that I do not even ownChorus: repeat 4X(FatLip)I was po', nlack and brokebeyonda shadow of a doubtAss-out, wide open waitin for my **** to come on outSpeakin about the time before I got signedI was coolin behind Coolio in the County LineMy big brother used to say I was an assholedidn't graduate, couldn 't handle the hassleof high school, why foolwit' foolish rules and guidelines**** the cap and tasselssaid forget the trade and tried rhymesHooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2me and my ***** L.A. Jay back at S.C.U.I grab the MIC one-timeCheck it, 1-2, we infreakin' major flavors with my fellow NubiansTakin **** to the next levelToo bad I sold my soul to the ****in devil
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