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Drop (explicit Da Beatminerz Remix) - The Pharcyde

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 stupid

Wondering why

(Why man )

It was the fame

That they tried to get

Now they walking around

Talking 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 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 from 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

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 worlds at a stand-still

Deep in broken Mansville

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

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

You know what time is it