Drop
The Pharcyde"Drop" ist ein Song von The Pharcyde, 2015, Pop. Der Song dauert 2:44, 51 lines / 448 words.
Songtext
0:27Let me freak the funk
0:28Obsolete is the punk that talk more junk than Sanford sells
0:30I jet propel at a rate that complice their mental state
0:33As I invade their masquerade
0:35They couldn't fade with a clipper blade
0:3610 years in the trade is not enough you can't cut it
0:39I let you take a swing and you bunted
0:41For an easy out I leave mc's with doubt
0:44Of exceeding my name is Bottie Brown and I'm proceeding leading
0:47They try to follow but they're shallow and hollow
0:49I can see right through them like an empty 40 bottle of O E
0:52They have no key or no clue
0:54To the game at all now they washed up
0:56Hung out to dry
0:58Standing looking stpud wondering why
1:01(why man )
1:01It was the fame that they tried to get
1:04Now they walking around talkin about represent
1:06And keep it real but I got to appeal
1:09Cause they exisitng in a fantasy when holding the steel
1:27Rock a bye baby
1:28Listen to my heart pumping to a fine ravine
1:31Of all things it's a vain of a shrine
1:33All missions impossible are possible cause I'm
1:36Heading for a new sector 365 days fron now I'll
1:39Wipe the sweat from my brow
1:40And each and every true will stick or fall from the sky of my cloud nine
1:44From homies all the way to chics no matter how fine
1:47Cotrolling is a swollen way to wreck a proud mind
1:49You hold it in your hands and watch a man start crying
1:52Tear after tear in the puppet man's hands
1:54Every time you take a stance you do the puppet man's dance
1:57And the worlds at a stand-still
1:58Deep in broken mansville trapped in the moat with an avil still
2:02Killing yourself and dogging ya health
2:04You ain't amphibious so grab a hold of yourself
2:07Sh*t is-sh*t is ill my flow still will spill
2:10Toxic slick to shock you sick like electrocute
2:13When I execute acutely over the rythym
2:15On those that pollute extra dosages is what I gotta give em
2:17Got em mad and tremblin
2:19Cause I been up in my lad assemblin
2:22Misslies to bomb the enemy
2:24Because they envy me and the making of my mad currency
2:27Currently I think we're in a state of an emergency
2:30Cause niggas done sold their souls and now their souls is hollow
2:33And I think they can't follow
2:35They can't swollow the truth because it hurts
2:38This is how I put it down this is my earth my turf
2:40The worth of my birth is a billion and you know what time it is
2:44I'm going to make a million
Let me freak the funk Obsolete is the punk that talk more junk than Sanford sells I jet propel at a rate that complice 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 mc's with doubt Of exceeding my name is Bottie 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 stpud 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 exisitng in a fantasy when holding the steel Rock a bye baby Listen to my heart 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 brow And each and every true will stick or fall from the sky of my cloud nine From homies all the way to chics no matter how fine Cotrolling 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 avil still Killing yourself and dogging ya health You ain't amphibious so grab a hold of yourself Sh*t is-sh*t is ill my flow still will spill Toxic slick to shock you sick like electrocute When I execute acutely over the rythym On those that pollute extra dosages is what I gotta give em Got em mad and tremblin Cause I been up in my lad assemblin 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 niggas done sold their souls and now their souls is hollow And I think they can't follow They can't swollow 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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