My Soul - 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 closely

Put my eyes at post

So Diablo won’t be hostin' the game of life

The knife sits 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

(*scratched* «My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation»)

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 L.A. 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

(*scratched* «My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation»)

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

Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out,

check it out, check it out…

(*scratched* «My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation»)