The Pharcyde - My Soul lyrics

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 closely
Put my eyes at post
So Diablo won't be hostin' the game of life
The knife sit's by throats of the young
And blows death straight through the lungs
As the mind gets washed by
Visions of sugar plums
But we shall overcome 'cause we ain't dumb
But we ain't smart
They got the girls by the hearts
And the niggas by the nuts
Ear, tongue and butts


Yeah, they're trying to fuck us up
But, shit, you know what's up
We gotta come with the movement
And move men soon
They consume every womb who bares
Beneath the stairs of their doom
Before they let a new soul bloom
Best believe they're gonna shove
'em in a tomb

Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on 2-inch reels
That I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on 2-inch reels
That I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on 2-inch reels
That I don't even own
See, every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on 2-inch reels
That I don't even own

Early Saturday mornin' I was cartoon gazin'
Slowly broke into the kitchen
To fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran
As I ran up and down the TV stations
I witnessed Indian Joe getting tricked
Out of this nation
By a silly hillbilly who laughed
As the shit happened everything's the same
The game continued into rappin'
Deception is at an all-time high
Give a piece of your soul to
Receive some crumbs from the pie
But you know I keep on rappin'
Until the break of dawn
Even though it is my soul that
I do not even own you know I keep on rappin'
Until the break of dawn
Even though it is my soul that
I do not even own

'Cause every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on 2-inch reels
That I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on 2-inch reels
That I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on 2-inch reels
That I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on 2-inch reels
That I don't even own

I was po', black
Broke beyond a shadow of a doubt
Ass-out, wide open waitin' for my
Shit to come on out
Speakin' about the time before I got signed
I was coolin' behind Coolio
In the County Line
My big brother used to say I was an asshole
Didn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle
Of high school, why fool
Wit' foolish rules and guidelines
Fuck the cap and tassels
Said forget the trade and tried rhymes
Hooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2
Me and my nigga LA jay back at SCU
I grab the MIC one-time, check it, 1-2, we in
Freakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians
Takin' shit to the next level
Too bad I sold my soul to the fuckin' devil

'Cause every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on 2-inch reels
That I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on 2-inch reels
That I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on 2-inch reels
That I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on 2-inch reels
That I don't even own

Yeah, this is going out to my man, uh
Self Jupiter
You know what I'm sayin', locked up and shit
This goin' out to you, baby
Muthafuckin' Pharcyde for '94
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