[A stand-out track on The Pharcyde's uniformly brilliant debut album, "Otha Fish" showcases the melodic rap-sung vocal style of Tre "SlimKid 3" Hardson (the other MC's only joining in on the refrain)... Dropping cultural references galore, inventing words, bending and mixing metaphors with impunity, he spins a tale of heartbreak, longing, and eventual recovery; beneath the lyrical flow, a headnodding beat entwines with samples from Marvin Gaye and Herbie Mann tracks to form a perfectly executed slice of laid-back summertime hip-hop.]
It took a second to register up in my brainium
My dome, my head, my skull, my cranium
My eyes have had enough, it was time to do some talkin'
I had to creep through the hound dogs that were stalkin'
This slimmy caught me peepin'
This means she wasn't sleepin' on who I was
So she crept in like a hawk
In a minute's time, we adjourned to the floor
Ooh, I hit a high note 'cause of the way that she was walkin'
We got into the groove
I didn't bust no, uh, hip-hop moves
I just kept it nice and smooth
Next thing you know we got together
Word, I thought we'd be forever
Didn't have an um-ber-eller
Now I'm soaked in stormy weather
Whether two birds of a feather fly or fall it'll be together
Never skimpin'
And leave your love life limp
There'll be no suicide attempts for this slim trim kid
Cause you know there's otha fish in the sea, that is
(In the sea, in the sea that is
You know there's otha fish in the sea, that is)
I reminisce, try to clear up all the myths
For an imaginary kiss with you again
Not even friends, though I wish that I could mend
Like a tailor and be Olive Oyl's number one sailor
I am's what I am, still
I falls like an anvil
She's heavy on the mind sometimes it's more than I can handle
But men aren't supposed to tumble in to the den
Be macho, but a honcho like Pancho will give in
Family-oriented, but not Oriental
A dame is supposed to claim you even if you drive a Pinto
A hero is a sandwich and a Manwich is a meal
A marriage is a paper, are they fakin' or for real?
What's the deal, Dabbers?
Will you go tumblin' after
Your man and take a stand or will you help him roll faster?
The reason why I ask you is because I'm sick of this
Bitch lickin' drip drip from a niggas benefits
He doesn't even suit you and he's surely not your size
I'm surprised that you slept on a heart that's worldwide
And when you open up your eyes, babe, my mate, I really wish
That you don't bruise a limb as you swim with otha fish in the sea
Now if there ain't no mountain high enough
Why ain't you climbin' up?
My hand has been extended ever since the day I lent it to ya
I thought I knew you but I didn't even know ya
Bro, you're stupid cause you thought you'd catch a Cupid
And you found that love ain't two whiffs of shit
So I resign to quit
It ain't even about the hips, or the lips, or the tits or
Even the pussy-whip
Elizabeth, this is it
Because I slipped and I tripped into a shoe that didn't fit
And now the next man is stealing my heart away
I charge him like a bull but his pull never fades me
The kid is goin' crazy
They steppin' with my lady
They're workin' on a baby
I'm pushin' up the daisies
But, hey diddle diddle, I won't play second fiddle
To no man who'd stand firm on this
And seal up all the bliss
With a big juicy kiss
Just call me Big Gibraltar, miss
No, I won't diss
I'm just like, onto otha fish in the sea...
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