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- The Pharcyde drop 歌詞
- 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 couldnt fade with a clipper blade
10 years in the trade is not enough you cant cut it
I let you take a swing and you bunted
For an easy out I leave mcs with doubt
Of exceeding my name is Bottie Brown and Im proceeding leading
They try to follow but theyre 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 stpud wondering why
(why man )
It was the fame that they tried to get
Now they walking around talkin about represent
And keep it real but I got to appeal
Cause they exisitng in a fantasy when holding the steel
Rock a bye baby
Listen to my heart pumping to a fine ravine
Of all things its a vain of a shrine
All missions impossible are possible cause Im
Heading for a new sector 365 days fron now Ill
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
Cotrolling 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 mans hands
Every time you take a stance you do the puppet mans dance
And the worlds at a stand-still
Deep in brokenmansville trapped in the moat with an avil still
Killing yourself and dogging ya health
You aint amphibious so grab a hold of yourself
**** is-**** 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 were in a state of an emergency
Cause *** *** done sold their souls and now their souls is hollow
And I think they cant follow
They cant 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
Im going to make a million
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