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Drop - The Pharcyde



(Bootie Brown)

Let me freak da funk Obsolete is da punk

That talks more junk than Stanford sells

I jet propel at a rate that I complicate

Their mental state as I invade their masquerade

They couldn't fade with a clipper blade

Ten years in a trade is not enough you can't cut it

I let you take a swing and you bunted for an easy out

I leave M.C.'s with doubt of exceeding

My name is Bootie Brown and I'm proceeding leading

They try to follow...

But they're shallow and hallow

I can see right trough them

like an empty 40 bottle of O.E. they have no key or

no clue to the game at all

Now they're washed up, hung out to dry

Standing there looking stupid, wondering why... (why, man)

It was the fame (fame) that they try to get

Now they're walking round taking 'bout represent

And keep it real But I got to appeal

Cause they're existin in a fantasy

...when ...holding the steel.



(Slim Kid)

Rock-a-bye baby listen to my heart beat pumpin

to a fine ravine of all things it's a vain of a shrine

All missions impossible are possible cause I'm

headed for a new sector three-sixty-five days from now

I'll wipe the sweat from my eye and each and every trip

will stick or fall from the sky 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

Here told it in ya hands and watch a man start crying

Tear after tear in the puppet man's hands

Everytime you take a stance you do the puppet man's dance

And the world's at a stand still deep in a mansville

Trapped in the moat with anvil still killing ya self

And doggin ya health you ain't amphibious so grab

a hold of yourself



(Krumbscull #1)

Sh-sh-shit is ill but trough my will

My flow still will spill 'toxic slick'

to shock you sick like electrocute

When I execute acutely over the rhythm

On those that pollute 'extra dosages'

Is what I gotta give 'em I got 'em tremblin

Cuz I been up in my lab assembling

Missiles 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

Cuz niggas 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 is it

I'm gonna make a million"

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