Testo Drop - The Pharcyde
Testo della canzone Drop (The Pharcyde), tratta dall'album Labcabincalifornia (Deluxe Edition)
Drop
Umm-umm, um-um, umm-um
Umm-umm, um-um, umm-um (drop)
Umm-umm, um-um, umm-um
Umm-umm, um-um, umm-um (drop)
Umm-umm, um-um, umm-um
Umm-umm, um-um, umm-um (drop)
Umm-umm, um-um, umm-um
Umm-umm, um-um, umm-um (drop)
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 (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
Umm-umm, um-um, umm-um (drop)
Umm-umm, um-um, umm-um (drop)
Umm-umm, um-um, umm-um (drop)
Umm-umm, um-um, umm-um (drop)
Umm-umm, um-um, umm-um (drop)
Umm-umm, um-um, umm-um (drop)
Rock a boat baby
Listen to my heart pumping to a fine
Ravine of all things it's a vain of a sly
All missions impossible are possible, cause I'm
Heading for a new sector 365 days from now, wow
Wipe the sweat from my eye
And each and every single stick will 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
Shit is-shit is ill (its in 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 trembling
Cause I been up in my lad assembling
Missiles, to bomb the enemy
Because they envy me
In 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 going to make a million
Shit you know what time it is yeah
Umm-umm, um-um, umm-um
Yeah uhn uhn, you know what time it is
Uh uhn you know the time
Umm-umm, um-um, umm-um (drop)
Umm-umm, um-um, umm-um (drop)
Credits
Writer(s): James Dewitt Yancey, Romye Robinson, Emandu Wilcox, Tre Vant Jermaine Hardson, Derrick L. Stewart
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