[Intro: Imani]

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

Where ya at? (Where ya at?) Where ya at? (Where ya at?)

They keep asking (What?) where ya— where ya been (Where ya been?)

We been preparing for two thousand and beyond, Pharcyde

Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Imani]

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, sleek ghetto chic over fresh beats

Overexposed in bones and cheeks with verbal traction like cleats

Tryna collect skeets, huh

Yup, they trying to get mine, but I walk that fine line

'Cause fools carry heat like Sun

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]

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 MCs on hush

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 MCs on hush

[Verse 2: Bootie Brown & Frank Fiction]

Waiting around nervous like a hot day to burn it up

With another hot plate, got your neighbours irate

Volume way past eight, keep me booming in your system

From your residence to your auto, niggas envious

Green like an avocado, no beef, only equals cattle

Por favor, give you what you want and more, got you hunting

At the record store, first letters 'ph' as in phosphorous

Learn to enrich my mind, working on being prosperous

A fool with money is quick to part

Some things start off sweet and end up tart

I sneak in the funk like a chalice's fart

When you was expectant, the crew and I connected

Keep it collective from first to last

"Is it banging?" is the question, never ask

(never, never, never, never, never, never...)

[Interlude]

Yo, man, them Pharcyde

Always [?]! Always [?]!

Yuh

Ayo

[Chorus]

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 MCs on hush

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 MCs on hush

[Verse 3: Slimkid3]

Impressed with the wrong impression

About this rap shit, it's more than my profession

It's heartfelt, this life dealt a deadly hand

Life's lessons, hard times made a deadly man

Out of the soft, stressing, I fall down to my knees

And count up all my blessings, push my wants aside for a minute

'Cause greed had me testing my own faith

My own self-worth and how it goes to waste

All these things that I'm supposed to face

It gets scary on my planet, sometimes

My intuition in the back of my mind

Tells me right from wrong

Giving me strength to write this song

I might not be here long

So I take it serious and stop chasing a dream

'Cause it made me delirious

All cats are curious, entering wrong

[Chorus]

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 MCs on hush

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 MCs on hush