lirik lagu drop – pharcyde
bootie brown:
let me freak the funk,
obsolete is the punk that talk more junk than sanford sells
i jet propel at a rate that complicate their mental state
as i invade their masquerade
they couldn’t fade with a clipper blade
10 years in the trade is not enough, you can’t cut it
i let you take a swing, and you bunted
for an easy out, i leave mcs with doubt
of exceeding, my name is bootie brown and i’m proceeding, leading,
they try to follow but they’re shallow and hollow
i can see right through them like an empty 40 bottle, of o.e.
they have no key, or no clue
to the game at all
now they washed up
hung out to dry
standing looking stupid
wondering why
(why man?)
it was the fame, that they tried to get
now they walking around talkin about represent
and keep it real, but i got to appeal
cause they existing in a fantasy when holding the steel
slim kid 3:
rock a bye baby,
listen to your heart beat pumping to a fine
ravine of all things it’s a vain of a shrine
all missions impossible are possible, cause i’m
heading for a new sector 365
days fron now, i’ll wipe the sweat from my eye
and each and every true will stick, or fall from the skies of my cloud nine
from homies all the way to chicks, no matter how fine
controlling is a swollen way to wreck a proud mind
you hold it in your hands and watch a man start crying
tear after tear in the puppet man’s hands
every time you take a stance you do the puppet man’s dance
and the worlds at a stand-still
deep in broken mansville
trapped in the moat with an anvil, still
killing yourself, and d-gg-ng ya health
you ain’t amphibious, so grab a hold of yourself
knumbskull #1:
(sh-t is-sh-t is ill)
through my will
my flow still will spill
toxic slick to shock sick like electrocute
when i execute, acutely over the rhythm
on those that pollute, extra dosages is what i gotta give em
got em mad and tremblin
cause i been up in my lab -ssemblin
misslies, to bomb the enemy
because they envy me, and the making of my mad currency
currently i think we’re in a state of an emergency
cause n-gg-s done sold their souls, and now their souls is hollow
and i think they can’t follow
they can’t swallow, the truth because it hurts
this is how i put it down, this is my earth, my turf
the worth of my birth is a billion, and you know what time it is
i’m going to make a million
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