Drop-The Pharcyde

[00:00.000]…… [00:06.000]*hook [00:21.390][Bootie Brown:]Let me freak the funk, [00:27.899]Obsolete is the punk that talk more junk than Sanford sells [00:30.639]I jet propel at a rate that complicate their mental state [00:33.393]As I invade their masquerade [00:35.141]They couldn't fade with a clipper blade [00:37.145]10 years in the trade is not enough, you can't cut it [00:39.396]I let you take a swing, and you bunted [00:41.638]for an easy out, I leave MCs with doubt of exceeding, [00:44.596]My name is Bottie Brown and I'm proceeding, leading, [00:47.633]they try to follow but they're shallow and hollow [00:49.393]I can see right through them [00:50.636]like an empty 40 bottle, of O.E. [00:52.389]they have no key, or no clue [00:54.389]to the game at all, now they washed up [00:56.388]hung out to dry [00:57.893]standing looking stupid, wondering why [01:00.388](Why man?) [01:01.890]It was the fame, that they tried to get [01:04.147]now they walking around talkin about represent [01:06.641]and keep it real, but I got to appeal [01:08.884]cause they exisitng in a fantasy when holding the steel [01:12.144]*hook [01:27.636][Slim Kid Trey:]Rock a bye baby, [01:28.891]listen to my heart pumping to a fine ravine [01:30.894]of all things it's a vain of a shrine [01:33.398]all missions impossible are possible, cause I'm [01:35.597]heading for a new sector 365 days from now, I'll [01:38.146]wipe the sweat from my eye [01:41.642]and each and every true will stick, [01:43.149]or fall from the sky of my cloud nine [01:45.895]from homies all the way to chics, no matter how fine [01:47.636]cotrolling is a swollen way to wreck a proud mind [01:50.135]you hold it in your hands and watch a man start crying [01:52.636]tear after tear in the puppet man's hands [01:55.144]every time you take a stance you do the puppet man's dance [01:57.397]and the worlds at a stand-still [01:58.637]deep in broken mansville, [02:00.145]trapped in the moat with an avil, still [02:02.643]killing yourself, and dogging ya health [02:04.887]you ain't amphibious, so grab a hold of yourself [02:08.637][Knumbskull #1:]shit is-shit is ill, my flow still will spill [02:10.393]toxic slick to shock you sick like electrocute [02:12.892]when I execute, acutely over the rythym [02:15.135]on those that pollute, [02:16.894]extra dosages is what I gotta give em [02:18.639]got em mad and tremblin [02:19.898]cause I been up in my lad assemblin [02:22.394]misslies, to bomb the enemy [02:24.396]because they envy me, [02:25.639]and the making of my mad currency [02:27.646]currently I think we're in a state of an emergency [02:30.138]cause niggas done sold their souls, [02:32.395]and now their souls is hollow [02:33.392]and I think they can't follow [02:35.389]they can't swollow, the truth because it hurts [02:38.147]this is how I put it down, this is my earth, my turf [02:40.885]the worth of my birth is a billion, [02:43.389]and you know what time it is [02:44.639]I'm going to make a million [02:46.898]Yeah, you know what time is it. [02:47.898]*hook