Devil Music Lyrics
| Song | Devil Music |
| Artist | The Pharcyde |
| Album | Labcabincalifornia |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hardson, Robinson, Stewart | |
| (slim kid3) | |
| 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 close | |
| Sleep with 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 niggaz by the nuts | |
| Ear, tongue and butts | |
| Yeah, they're trying to fuck us up | |
| But, shit, you know what's up | |
| We gotta get with the movement | |
| And move men soon | |
| They consume every womb who bares | |
| Beneath the stairs of their doom | |
| Best believe they're gonna shove em in a tomb | |
| Chorus: repeat 4x | |
| Cause everytime i step to the microphone | |
| I put my soul on 2" reels | |
| That i don't even own | |
| (bootie brown) | |
| 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 | |
| You give a piece of your soul | |
| To receive some crumbs from the pie | |
| But you know i keep on rappin til the break of dawn | |
| Even though it is my soul that i do not even own | |
| Chorus: repeat 4x | |
| (fatlip) | |
| I was po', nlack and 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 s.c.u. | |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : Hardson, Robinson, Stewart | |
| slim kid3 | |
| 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 close | |
| Sleep with 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 niggaz by the nuts | |
| Ear, tongue and butts | |
| Yeah, they' re trying to fuck us up | |
| But, shit, you know what' s up | |
| We gotta get with the movement | |
| And move men soon | |
| They consume every womb who bares | |
| Beneath the stairs of their doom | |
| Best believe they' re gonna shove em in a tomb | |
| Chorus: repeat 4x | |
| Cause everytime i step to the microphone | |
| I put my soul on 2" reels | |
| That i don' t even own | |
| bootie brown | |
| 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 alltime high | |
| You give a piece of your soul | |
| To receive some crumbs from the pie | |
| But you know i keep on rappin til the break of dawn | |
| Even though it is my soul that i do not even own | |
| Chorus: repeat 4x | |
| fatlip | |
| I was po', nlack and broke | |
| Beyond a shadow of a doubt | |
| Assout, 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 jswift, got with 242 | |
| Me and my nigga l. a. jay back at s. c. u. | |
| I grab the mic onetime | |
| Check it, 12, 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 |
| zuò cí : Hardson, Robinson, Stewart | |
| slim kid3 | |
| 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 close | |
| Sleep with 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 niggaz by the nuts | |
| Ear, tongue and butts | |
| Yeah, they' re trying to fuck us up | |
| But, shit, you know what' s up | |
| We gotta get with the movement | |
| And move men soon | |
| They consume every womb who bares | |
| Beneath the stairs of their doom | |
| Best believe they' re gonna shove em in a tomb | |
| Chorus: repeat 4x | |
| Cause everytime i step to the microphone | |
| I put my soul on 2" reels | |
| That i don' t even own | |
| bootie brown | |
| 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 alltime high | |
| You give a piece of your soul | |
| To receive some crumbs from the pie | |
| But you know i keep on rappin til the break of dawn | |
| Even though it is my soul that i do not even own | |
| Chorus: repeat 4x | |
| fatlip | |
| I was po', nlack and broke | |
| Beyond a shadow of a doubt | |
| Assout, 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 jswift, got with 242 | |
| Me and my nigga l. a. jay back at s. c. u. | |
| I grab the mic onetime | |
| Check it, 12, 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 |
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