Drop – The Pharcyde: teksty utworów, teledyski i koncerty

Drop

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Utwór Drop został wydany 14 listopada 1995 przez The Bicycle Music Company jako część albumu Labcabincalifornia

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PRZEGLĄD

TEKST UTWORU

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS

The Pharcyde

Performer

Mwalk

Scratches

Bootie Brown

Vocals

Beastie Boys

Sampled Artist

Fatlip

Vocals

Imani

Vocals

Slimkid3

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Emandu Wilcox

Songwriter

Derrick Stewart

Derrick Stewart

Songwriter

Romye Robinson

Songwriter

James Dewitt Yancey

James Dewitt Yancey

Songwriter

T. Hardson

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Tim Latham

Recording Engineer

Rick Clifford

Recording Engineer

James David Mansfield

James David Mansfield

Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer

Bryan Davis

Recording Engineer

Gary Wallis

Recording Engineer

Anthony Walker

Recording Engineer

Paul Arnold

Mixing Engineer

J Dilla

Producer

Tekst Utworu

Drop!

Drop!

Drop!

Drop!

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 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, stand there 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

Drop!

Drop!

Drop!

Drop!

Drop!

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, 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 standstill, 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

But 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?

Yeah, uh-huh, you know what time is it?

Yeah, uh-huh, you know what time

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

Believe it or not, it's so divine

I got the supersonic shit that'll blow your mind

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

But a whole lifetime

Wow, shit is amazing

Of the real ride

Now, if you are to look out your right window

You'll see a map

There's Labcabincalifornia

Right over there

We're just now flying over Hollywood

Get a good glimpse now (Cuts, Pharcyde)

Hold on now

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., looks like you're gonna have to

Grab the parachutes

It's time to 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

Survive, only the real survive

On all open mic

Stand strong, drop

Yeah, Infinity

Thousand feet

Nine hundred feet

Five hundred feet

Zero

Ground zero

Written by: Derrick Stewart, Emandu Wilcox, James Yancy, Romye Robinson, Trevant Hardson

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