Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Just Don't Matter, artist - The Pharcyde. Album song Labcabincalifornia, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Bicycle Music Company
Song language: English
Just Don't Matter |
Don’t you ever try to get with this |
It just don’t matter, ya still get dissed |
Don’t you ever try to get with this |
It just don’t matter, ya still get dissed |
Don’t you ever try to get with this |
It just don’t matter, ya still get dissed |
Don’t you ever try to get with this |
It just don’t matter, ya still get dissed |
In times recent I haven’t been content |
Since my ears and years realized the abstraction of content; |
Lyrical |
All across the continent they took it and they filled it with Some moralist |
material |
Way back in the days it used to be varieties like cereal |
And to bring it back I think it’s gonna take a miracle, reason |
We brung the fresh to get ya hung |
So all tongues of gibberish, I wish they’d be done |
Run, away far with no tussle |
Cause it seems like all these guys are paralyzed |
Up in the mental muscle |
What they need to be is muzzled |
Imani got the pieces, but I still feel puzzled |
Phonies run out fast cause all the gas gets guzzled |
But what time reveals is that he steals the rest |
They’re all stealing that will when they’re under pressure |
Dealing in stolen treasures for their personal pleasures |
And that’s wrong, you know that’s not right |
That’s why every night I go in my room and I write |
In the boom, in my room |
Cause it’s all good, G |
And that’s the way that everything should be |
Don’t you ever try to get with this |
It just don’t matter, ya still get dissed |
Don’t you ever try to get with this |
It just don’t matter, ya still get dissed |
Don’t you ever try to get with this |
It just don’t matter, ya still get dissed |
Don’t you ever try to get with this |
It just don’t matter, ya still get dissed |
Many kingdoms rely on its people |
That makes the balance equal so we all make moss |
Serving common duties of the man on his block |
Making ends meet the means into fiending at the park |
Now black zeus stole crack, got beat with bumper jacks |
And cats too laid back got jacked |
Seeing a sister almost pass on my grandma’s grass |
Because the brother tried to stomp the fuckin juice out her ass |
I never knew the real story |
Grammar break bone |
They going to wash away the sins in evil men |
Gave up Pratt and a her pimp |
Too much crime, the wretchest shit |
And the places he’d been; |
I won’t quit |
Cause those who pose about the streets just lie in the pits |
Where the shoe fits em, and yo |
I can’t get with them due to the fact that life is just |
Somethin' they lack and they won’t confess |
They need a little somethin' like soul in their chest |
And some love up in their shit, and they will be blessed |
And ya don’t stop, just some cultivation of the crops |
And none of this shit is for the props |
Straight from the top, so now don’t ya miss |
Cause all of you suckers will get dissed |
Don’t you ever try to get with this |
It just don’t matter, ya still get dissed |
Don’t you ever try to get with this |
It just don’t matter, ya still get dissed |
To me you ain’t nothing |
Gone with my weed, the done deal |
The best rapper in the world blowing right now, forreal |
You call that shit skill? |
Nigga, please suck my dick |
In one hand I got a mic, in the other an open fist |
What? |
You want to get wrapped up or smacked |
Like a Innocent victims of my show |
But it ain’t their rhymes punk, cause Buckwheat said so |
I’m penetrating, escalating my devastation |
Proves that I removes emcees like prayers to Satan |
Rebuke |
Cause you blowing up? |
It’s a flook |
I’m doper than that fool that you hide behind in your group |
Loop the last two lines I just said |
Play it over again ten times in your head |
Weak link, like a midget in quicksand you sink |
I out-think ya, see through your whole outfit |
I’m irresistible, unmissable, Buckwheat’s the shit |
Like an elephant, bitch rapper don’t forget it |
Steppers like pulling blenders in gunfights, you with it |
Rhyme riddler, making niggas hail me like Hitler |
Insane, everybody do the Kurt Cobain, the greatest rapper |
That ever lived; |
Buckwheat and that’s my name |