Drop

作詞：Imani, Slimkid3, Bootie Brown & J Dilla     作曲：Imani, Slimkid3, Bootie Brown & J Dilla

DRRROOPP!

Let me freak the funk, obsolete is the punk
That talks more junk than Sanford sells
I jet propel at a rate, that complicate 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 emcees with doubt, of exceeding
My name is Bootie 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 talkin' about represent
And keep it real, but I got to appeal
Cause they existing in a fantasy when holding the steel

DRRROOPP!

Rock a bye baby
Listen to your heartbeat 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 eye
And each and every true will stick, or fall from the skies
Of my cloud nine
From homies all the way to chicks, 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 world's at a stand-still, deep in broken-man's-ville
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)
Look through 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 tremblin
Cause I been up in my lab assemblin
Missiles, 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 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
(You know what time is it? Never)