โหลดเพลง mp3 Drop (The Beatminerz Remix) - The Pharcyde

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