Drop (Explicit)

Drop (Explicit) - The Pharcyde

Let me freak the funk obsolete is the punk

That talks 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 emcees 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

Rock a bye baby

Listen to your heartbeat 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 from 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 world's at a stand still deep in broken man's ville

Trapped in the moat with an anvil still

Killing yourself and dogging ya health

You ain't amphibious so grab a hold of yourself

Sh*t is sh*t is ill

Look 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 assemblin

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

Cause 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 it is I'm gonna make a million

You know what time is it never

You know what time is it never

You know what time is it never

You know what time is it never