"Neither distinctly reminiscent of his native Detroit or the Pharcyde's Los Angeles, the music throughout "Labcabincalifornia" assumes a sound that knew no regional characterization besides sounding fresh, souful, and, dare I say it, alternative."

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The Pharcyde :: Labcabincalifornia :: Delicious Vinyl Records
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Picture [1] The Pharcyde backstage at KMEL Summer Jam 1993 at Shoreline Amphitheatre on July 31, 1993 in Mountain View California. https://web.archive.org/web/20260205042007/https://www.gettyimages.ie/detail/news-photo/the-pharcyde-backstage-at-kmel-summer-jam-1993-at-shoreline-news-photo/56321829

"Come on, come on, come on, come on (uh huh, check it out, check it out )
(Check the sound, check the sound, check the sound yeah)
Come on, come on, come on, come on, yeah
(One-two, one-two, one-two, one-two, one two) uh-huh

Can't keep running away(4x)

I must admit on some occasions
I went out like a punk and a chump
Or a sucka or something to that effect
Respect I used to never get
'Cause all I got was upset
When niggas used to be like
(What's, up fool?)
And tried to sweat a nigga like the Lip (nigga, what's up?)
For no reason at all I can recall 'cause niggas throwin' Cs in my face
Down the hall, I'm kicking it in the back of the school eating chicken at three
Wonderin' why is everybody always pickin' on me
I tried to talk and tell 'em, "Chill I did nothin' to deserve this"
But when it didn't work I wasn't scared just real nervous and unprepared
To deal with scrappin' no doubt
My pappy never told me how to knock a nigga out
But now in '95 I must survive as a man on my own
Fuck around with Fatlip, yes, ya get blown
I'm not tryin' to show, no macho is shown
But when it's on, when it's on, then it's on

Can't keep running away(4x)

One, two, so listen here (come on)
There comes a time in every man's life
When he's gotta handle shit up on his own
Can't depend on friends to help you in a squeeze
Please, they got problems of their own
Down for the count on seven chickenshits don't get to Heaven
'Til they faced these fears in these fear zones
Used to get jacked back up in high school, I played it cool
Just so some real shit won't get full blown bein' where I'm from
They let the smoke come quicker than an evil redneck
Could lynch a helpless colored figure and
As a victim I invented low-key
'Til the keyhole itself got lower than me
So I stood up and let my free form form free (uh-huh)
Said I'm gonna get some before they knockin' out me
I don't sweat it I let the bullshit blow in the breeze, yeah
In other words just debris

Can't keep running away(4x)

It's 1995
And now that I'm older, stress weighs on my shoulders
Heavy as boulders but I told y'all (told y'all)
Until the day that I die I still
Will be a soldier and that's all I told ya
And that's all I showed ya and that's all I sold ya
And all this calamity is rippin' my sanity
Can it be that I am a celebrity
Who's on the brink of insanity?
Now don't be wishin' of switchin' any positions with me (me)
'Cause when you in my position, it ain't never easy
To do any type of maintainin'
'Cause all the gamin' and famin' from entertainin'
Is hella strainin' to the brain and
But I can't keep runnin', I just gotta keep keen and cunnin' (cunnin')

Can't keep running away, running away, running away
Can't keep running away, running away, running away (yeah, yeah)
You can't keep running away, running away, running away (yeah, yeah)"

@ixi