Pharcyde

None of that's true, we do it not you

That' why I got you stuck on to my style like glue

The crew definitely is back again

But I'm back to win so just tell a friend

That I'm still twisting and bending

Minds and rhymes until the very end

With the rhymes and the loops

Stomping out wack troops in my big black boots

Collecting respect and the loot

From the way I grab the microphone and execute

[Incomprehensible

Say what?

Yo man, I pay them no attention

I stay deep into the cut

'Cause I leave the tricks alone

'Cause my name is not David Copper-Filled

Pockets, never net a man, who don't hate it

So let it be stated

Niggas couldn't fade it with an edit

And Xerox M.C.'s are pathetic

They tryin' to duplicate

But their comin' out synthetic

The name is Bootie Brown

And phony M.C.'s forget it

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Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre

We do it this way, we do it this way

I step toward the mic grinnin'

The lyrical imperial award winnin'

Rhymes like a balloon that got a pin in it

Because my shit be poppin' like gin and juice

I seduce these iahps to get loose when I'm droppin'

These rhymes on drums like my nigga Def Jef

My style is more unknown than what happens after death

I come fresh like your breath after your brush

Wack MC's like that orange soda got crushed

Well, it's apparent that many are so transparent

You can't believe ya eyes when ya starin'

It's ghostly and mostly the wise

Yeah, they just run these games before ya eyes to tell you

Lies framed in gold glitter

For many moons I've been a go getter

Took miles of manure from the purest bullshitters

Now them mutha fuckas ain't with us to get us

M-walk shake the cut through their neutro-transmitter

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Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre

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Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre

Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre

We do it this way, we do it this way

You must respect me

'Cause I come directly from my internal

While my eternal infernos steadily towering

And over-powering all sour sounding

Wishin' wishy-washy competition

Definitely wack and lackin' and stable ammunition

Change ya mission men and listen

My way your salutations get no validations

Just rejections and ejections outta my Hitachi

Come on and taste the real

Step on inside and confide in the feel I reside

By still waters just a gear on the wheel

No fear on the steel just a son of Jiva

Who won't leave my field

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We do it this way, we do it this way

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Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre

Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre

Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre

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Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre

Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre

Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre

We do it this way, we do it this way