Drop Songtext
von The Pharcyde

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 several sales
I jet propel at a rate that complicate their mental state
As I invade their masquerade, they couldn′t fade with a clipper blade
Ten years in the trade is not enough to cut cut it
I let you take a swing at your buddy 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 existed in the fantasy with hope and still

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)

Rockabye baby, listen to your heartbeat pump into a fine
Ravine of all things, it′s the vein of a shrine
All missions impossible are possible, ′cause I'm
Headed for a new sector 365 days from now, wow wipe the sweat from my eye
And each and every truth will stick or fall from the skies 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 (aha), and dogging ya health
You ain′t amphibious, so grab a hold of yourself

(Shit is-shit is ill) let's do 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 gonna make a million., yeah, you know what time is it

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)

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 (at least five minutes of your time)
Umm-umm, um-um, umm-um (drop) (but the whole lifetime)

(Shit is amazing) of the real rights
Now if you are to look out your right window
You will see a map
There′s Lab Cap in California (I'ma be in there)
Right over there (drop)
We′re just now flying over Hollywood (drop)
Give me a good glimpse now (cut, facade, whatever)

Hold on now, little turbulence, little turbulence
Infinite and forever, dropping these nuts
We're going down, we're going down (yeah)
Where′s Quentin′?
And more, looks like you're gonna have to grab the parachutes
It′s time to drop down on Lab cap in California
That'll be the spot, we just blew an engine
We′re going down, it's going down

It′s going down
It's going down
It's going down

Only the real survive
Only the real survive
Survive, the real survive
Drop (stand strong) drop
(Yeah, infinity) thousand feet
Nine hundred feet
Five hundred feet
Zero, ground zero