Pharcyde - Network Lyrics
[Slimkid3]Aiyo we got five minutes, man!Yo, yo Brown. Sup, man, we got five minutesImani, let's go..Yo, Ro! Let's go..[Bootie Brown/Frank Fiction]Devastating rhyme creating, innovatingGot you anticipating the arrival of the CydeDon't you worry, hold it down just like Burry (?)Well-seasoned like curry from India or JamaicaBring yuh gal to de show mi posse may tek herThen cake her, how we're flipping thoughts skippingReady for the sabotage while the entourageTake her somewhere remote, got her open like a cargo podOur lyrics blend like camouflageYou be wondering what's happened like Rog[Imani/Citizen Strange]Yeah, son zoom like the moonYou and your whole cartoon platoonGets eradicated, y'all barely made itListen to the words of the man, now I'm hella fadedNow I'm elevated, and now I'm here to state itYour entire empire is tired, y'all need to retireLike an old player cause your flavor is now expired![Slimkid3]Come on, I rap wise and lyrically baptize, respectResurrect em like they're holy, holding blessed communionRedesign laws of union in a revolutionConnect the eyes to energize cause evil lurks in liesSteals your breath and then you die, no one heard you cryNow he's off to the next man's urging eyeOur excursion eliminates those folks that's purgingLike virgin we be conquering, reconstruct with surgery[Chorus x2]On tight beats we lurk, to drive you berserkLeaving suckers shook, what a skirtCompanies perfected how to jerkCrews come together, put some love back in itNetwork, we network![Black Thought]You tossed aside, talk/hustle is the way we surviveCover your ears, your clothes, your eyes then look aliveThe most high, draw swift out the holsterRude boy ragamuffin, roots and cultureIt gets deep, I scuba dive beneath the streetThen rise through concrete with new and improved beatsAnd kick emcees in they teeth with steel cleatsExtreme like war and peace but none the least[Imani/Citizen Strange]We retract it, then the bullshit got subtractedThen you got attacked and attracted to this matter it'sLike a magnet, truly expression through touringTwo majestic rap bands exploring foreign landsWith the mic in hand I cold took commandYou here to destroy, we here to build and planHella faded from the trees we bought, bewareCause you can get caught by the all-outVerbal assault, Pharcyde and Black Thought[Bootie Brown/Frank Fiction]Pharcyde make mad hits, see ya man throughSome lab test, grab vest while I commenceTo execute with acute precision, cause collisionGot caught up in the head bobbing, neck jerkingAnd trying to get my polished shine networkingMerging, converging to split your melonHave you screaming yelling, crew bail inThe complete steez, young cats look up to usLike trapeze, they love the way we swing itIt's the Roots inside guaranteed to bring it to these nitsGot individuals expecting residuals for the mic[Chorus][Black Thought]Yo, my network spit shit making your neck hurtYou're now in tune to the sounds of the expertA hundred flave-ahs of this widespread chaosAbout to blow like the sextet of Miles Dave-ahsThought from the Illafive on the Phar-cidicThe blizzard isotona rap style, y'all can fit itThe head farmer, crush/kill the bad karmaFull body armor sounds, emcees can never hit it[Slimkid3]Venom when I spit it, backdraft when we lit itBlow like chemical contents, I exercise this conventWho done this cause we did this, booked and fingerprintedUnlimited turn, early bird catches the wormMy penicillin heals, taking turns we trying to burnRub me down like lubriderm, we the cure and you're the germEmbalm you with the fluid, make you do it like shermKeep you up until the end of the term[Bootie Brown/Frank Fiction]Niggas green with envy like they had gamma treatmentFind it hard to compete with, I'm on some steep shitClimbing, you're on it like Carlich Hymen (?)My skills I always polish it up till it's shiningLike a brother with a brand new LexRhymes on it like sporting two tecsWith laser lights make the red dotBring it your face while you're blinking[Imani/Citizen Strange]White white hot, thermalBurn your shit down like a towering infernoSelecting and connecting them peckish groovesTo make you move, move you all like you fallVerbal graffiti when we spray words on the mic like aerosol[Chorus x3]
