Текст песни The Pharcyde - Drop
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Bootie Brown:Let me freak the funk,obsolete is the punk that talk more junk than Sanford sellsI jet propel at a rate that complice their mental stateas I invade their masqueradethey couldn`t fade with a clipper blade10 years in the trade is not enough, you can`t cut itI let you take a swing, and you buntedfor an easy out, I leave mc`s with doubtof exceeding, my name is Bottie Brown and I`m proceeding, leading,they try to follow but they`re shallow and hollowI can see right through them like an empty 40 bottle, of O.E.they have no key, or no clueto the game at all, now they washed uphung out to drystanding looking stpud, wondering why(why man?)it was the fame, that they tried to getnow they walking around talkin about representand keep it real, but I got to appealcause they exisitng in a fantasy when holding the steelSlim Kid 3:rock a bye baby,listen to my heart pumping to a fine ravineof all things it`s a vain of a shrineall missions impossible are possible, cause I`mheading for a new sector 365 days fron now, I`llwipe the sweat from my browand each and every true will stick, or fall from the sky of my cloud ninefrom homies all the way to chics, no matter how finecotrolling is a swollen way to wreck a proud mindyou hold it in your hands and watch a man start cryingtear after tear in the puppet man`s handsevery time you take a stance you do the puppet man`s danceand the worlds at a stand-stilldeep in broken mansville, trapped in the moat with an avil, stillkilling yourself, and dogging ya healthyou ain`t amphibious, so grab a hold of yourselfKnumbskull #1:shit is-shit is ill, my flow still will spilltoxic slick to shock you sick like electrocutewhen I execute, acutely over the rythymon those that pollute, extra dosages is what I gotta give emgot em mad and tremblincause I been up in my lad assemblinmisslies, to bomb the enemybecause they envy me, and the making of my mad currencycurrently I think we`re in a state of an emergencycause niggas done sold their souls, and now their souls is hollowand I think they can`t followthey can`t swollow, the truth because it hurtsthis is how I put it down, this is my earth, my turfthe worth of my birth is a billion, and you know what time it isI`m going to make a million