Devil Music Lyrics - Cydeways: The Best Of The Pharcyde - 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 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