Drop

Drop Drop Drop Drop Drop 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 Ten 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 Stand there looking stupid, wondering why (Why, man?) It was the fame (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 Drop Drop Drop Drop Drop Drop Rock-a-bye baby (baby) Listen to your heartbeat pumping to a fine (fine) Ravine of all things, it's the vain of a shrine (shrine) All missions impossible are possible, 'cause I'm Headed 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 (skies) Of my cloud nine (nine) From homies all the way to chicks, no matter how fine (fine) Controlling is a swollen way to wreck a proud mind (mind) You hold it in your hands and watch a man start crying Tear after tear in the puppet man's hands (uh) Every time you take a stance you do the puppet man's dance And the world's at a standstill (still), deep in broken-man's-ville Trapped in the moat with an anvil, still (shit is ill, shit is ill, still) Killing yourself (uh-huh, shit) and dogging ya health You ain't amphibious, so grab a hold of yourself (Shit is-shit is ill) But 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' (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 (say what?) 'Cause niggas done sold their souls and now their souls is hollow And I think they can't follow (follow, follow) They can't swallow (swallow) the truth because it hurts (hurts) This is how I put it down, this is my Earth, my turf The worth of my birth is a billion (what?) And you know what time it is I'm gonna make a million Yeah, you know what time is it? Yeah, uh huh, you know what time is it? (Drop) Yeah, uh huh, you know what time is it? (Drop) Yeah, uh huh, you know what time? (Drop) I got the supersonic shit that'll blow your mind Believe it or not, it's so divine I got the supersonic shit that'll blow your mind We all like to welcome you to this here flight (Believe it or not, it's so divine) Now entering fifty thousand feet (I got the supersonic shit that'll blow your mind) Get you higher than the sky, all day and all night You have to enjoy the ride haha You got to enjoy the ride now This is gonna last (I think I'm going out of my mind now) At least five minutes of your time (nowadays, shirt is crazy) But a whole lifetime (drop) (Wow, shit is amazing) Of the real rides Now if you are to look out your right window (need to get a hold of myself) (Need to get a hold of myself) you will see a map (Hanging on for your life) that's Labcabincalifornia (I'ma be in there) Right over there (drop) (Jd) JD We're just now flying over Hollywood (drops) Gettin' a good glimpse now (cuts, Pharcyde, forever) Hold on now (to infinity) Little turbulence, little turbulence (infinite and forever) (Droppin' these nuts) We're going down, we're going down Where's Quentin? M.o. (yeah) Looks like you're gonna have to Grab the parachutes (I think I'm going) It's time to drop down on Labcabincalifornia (outta my mind, my mind) That'll be the spot, we just blew an engine We're going down, it's going down It's going down, it's going down (Mc's are phony) it's going down (Only the real survive) only the real survive (That's why we gotta drop it) Only the real survive (that's why we gotta stop it) Survive (that's why we gotta drop it) Only the real survive (that's why we gotta stop it) (On all open mic) drop (Stand strong) drop Yeah, infinity Thousand feet Nine hundred feet Five hundred feet Zero, ground zero