Drop

Drop!

(Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm)

(Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm) Drop!

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(Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm) Drop!

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(Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm) Drop!

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(Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm) Drop!

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

Ten 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 forty bottle of O.E

They have no key or no clue

To the game at all, now they washed up

Hung out to dry

Stand there looking stupid, wondering why

(Why man?)

It was the fame (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

(Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm) Drop!

(Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm) Drop!

(Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm) Drop!

(Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm) Drop!

(Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm) Drop!

(Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm) Drop!

Rock-a-bye baby

Listen to your heartbeat pumping to a fine

Ravine of all things

It's the vain of a shrine

All missions impossible are possible, 'cause I'm

Headed for a new sector three-sixty-five

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 standstill

Deep in Broken-man's-ville

Trapped in the moat with an anvil, still (Shit is ill)

Killing yourself (Uh-huh)

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 **** 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?

Yeah, uh huh, you know what time is it? (Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm)

Yeah, uh huh, you know what time is it? (Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm)

Yeah, uh huh, you know what time? (Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm)

Believe it or not, it's so divine

I got the supersonic shit that'll blow your mind

Believe it or not, it's so divine

I got the supersonic shit that'll blow your mind

We all like to welcome you to this here flight

Believe it or not, it's so divine

Now entering fifty thousand feet

I got the supersonic shit that'll blow your mind

Get you higher than the sky

All day and all night

You have to enjoy the ride haha

You got to enjoy the ride now

This is gonna last, at least five minutes of your time

Shit is crazy (Drop!)

But a whole (Drop!) Lifetime

Wow (Drop!) Shit is amazing

Of the real rides (Drop!)

Now if you are to look out your right window (Need to get a hold of myself)

You'll see a map (Hanging on for your life)

That's Labcabincalifornia (I'ma be in there)

Right over there (Drop!)

It's just now flying over Hollywood (Drop!)

Get a good glimpse now (Cuts, four side, forever)

Hold on now (Infinity)

A little turbulence, a little turbulence (Infinite and forever)

(Droppin' these nuts)

We're going down, we're going down

Where's Quentin

M.O (Yeah) Looks like you're gonna have to

Grab the parachutes (I think I'm going)

It's time to Drop! down on Labcabincalifornia (Outta my mind)

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

(Emcees are phony) It's going down

(Only the real survive)

Only the real survive

(That's why we gotta drop it)

Only the real survive

(That's why we gotta stop it)

Survive

(That's why we gotta drop it)

Only the real survive

(That's why we gotta stop it)

Haha

(On all open mic) Drop!

(Stand strong) Drop!

Yeah

Infinity

Thousand feet

Nine hundred feet

Five hundred feet

Zero

Ground zero