Just Don't Matter - The Pharcyde

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