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Drop!\n  Drop!\n  Drop!\n  Drop!\n  Drop!\n  Drop!\n\n  Rock-a-bye baby\n  Listen to your heartbeat pumping to a fine\n  Ravine of all things it's a vain of a shrine\n  All missions impossible are possible, 'cause I'm\n  Headed for a new sector 365\n  Days from now, I'll wipe the sweat from my eye\n  And each and every true will stick or fall from the skies\n  Of my cloud nine\n\n  From homies all the way to chicks, no matter how fine\n  Controlling is a swollen way to wreck a proud mind\n  You hold it in your hands and watch a man start crying\n  Tear after tear in the puppet man's hands\n  Every time you take a stance you do the puppet man's dance\n  And the world's at a standstill, deep in broken-man's-ville\n  Trapped in the moat with an anvil, still\n  Killing yourself (uh-huh), and dogging ya health\n  You ain't amphibious, so grab a hold of yourself\n\n  (Shit is, shit is ill)\n  But through my will, my flow still will spill\n  Toxic slick to shock sick like electrocute\n  When 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Drop!\n  Drop!\n  Drop!\n  Drop!\n  Drop!\n  Drop!\n\n  Rock-a-bye baby\n  Listen to your heartbeat pumping to a fine\n  Ravine of all things it's a vain of a shrine\n  All missions impossible are possible, 'cause I'm\n  Headed for a new sector 365\n  Days from now, I'll wipe the sweat from my eye\n  And each and every true will stick or fall from the skies\n  Of my cloud nine\n\n  From homies all the way to chicks, no matter how fine\n  Controlling is a swollen way to wreck a proud mind\n  You hold it in your hands and watch a man start crying\n  Tear after tear in the puppet man's hands\n  Every time you take a stance you do the puppet man's dance\n  And the world's at a standstill, deep in broken-man's-ville\n  Trapped in the moat with an anvil, still\n  Killing yourself (uh-huh), and dogging ya health\n  You ain't amphibious, so grab a hold of yourself\n\n  (Shit is, shit is ill)\n  But through my will, my flow still will spill\n  Toxic slick to shock sick like electrocute\n  When I execute acutely over the rhythm\n  On those that pollute, extra dosages is what I gotta give 'em\n  Got 'em mad and tremblin'\n  'Cause I been up in my lab assemblin'\n\n  Missiles to bomb the enemy\n  Because they envy me and the making of my mad currency\n  Currently I think we're in a state of an emergency\n  'Cause niggas done sold their souls, and now their souls is hollow\n  And I think they can't follow\n  They can't swallow the truth because it hurts\n  This is how I put it down, this is my Earth, my turf\n  The worth of my birth is a billion\n  And you know what time it is I'm gonna make a million\n\n  Yeah, you know what time is it?\n  Yeah, uh-huh, you know what time is it?\n  Yeah, uh-huh, you know what time is it?\n  Believe it or not, it's so divine\n  Yeah, uh-huh, you know what time?\n  I got the supersonic shit that'll blow your mind\n  Believe it or not, it's so divine\n  I got the supersonic shit that'll blow your mind\n  We all like to welcome you to this here 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Drop!\n  Drop!\n  Drop!\n  Drop!\n  Drop!\n  Drop!\n\n  Rock-a-bye baby\n  Listen to your heartbeat pumping to a fine\n  Ravine of all things it's a vain of a shrine\n  All missions impossible are possible, 'cause I'm\n  Headed for a new sector 365\n  Days from now, I'll wipe the sweat from my eye\n  And each and every true will stick or fall from the skies\n  Of my cloud nine\n\n  From homies all the way to chicks, no matter how fine\n  Controlling is a swollen way to wreck a proud mind\n  You hold it in your hands and watch a man start crying\n  Tear after tear in the puppet man's hands\n  Every time you take a stance you do the puppet man's dance\n  And the world's at a standstill, deep in broken-man's-ville\n  Trapped in the moat with an anvil, still\n  Killing yourself (uh-huh), and dogging ya health\n  You ain't amphibious, so grab a hold of yourself\n\n  (Shit is, shit is ill)\n  But through my will, my flow still will spill\n  Toxic slick to shock sick like electrocute\n  When 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(yeah) looks like you're gonna have to\n  Grab the parachutes (I think I'm going)\n  It's time to drop down on Labcabincalifornia (outta my mind)\n\n  That'll be the spot\n  We just blew an engine\n  We're going down\n  It's going down\n  It's going down\n  It's going down\n  (Emecees are phony) it's going down\n  (Only the real survive)\n  Only the real survive\n\n  (That's why we gotta drop it)\n  Only the real survive\n  (That's why we gotta stop it)\n  Survive\n  (That's why we gotta drop it)\n  Only the real survive\n  (That's why we gotta stop it)\n  Haha\n  On all open mic (drop!)\n\n  Stand strong (drop!)\n  Yeah\n  Infinity\n  Thousand feet\n  Nine hundred feet\n  Five hundred feet\n  Zero\n  Ground zero\n"},{"id":27262487,"name":"Drop","trackName":"Drop","artistName":"The Pharcyde","albumName":"The Ultimate Skate Hip-Hop Album Vol.2","duration":336.293333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Drop!\n\nDrop!\nDrop!\nDrop!\nDrop!\n\nLet me freak the funk, obsolete is the punk\nThat talks more junk than Sanford sells\nI jet propel at a rate, that complicate their mental state\nAs I invade their Masquerade, they couldn't fade with a clipper blade\n10 years in the trade is not enough, you can't cut it\nI let you take a swing, and you bunted for an easy out\nI leave emcees with doubt of exceeding\nMy name is Bootie Brown and I'm proceeding, leading\nThey try to follow, but they're shallow and hollow\n\nI can see right through them like an empty 40 bottle of O.E\nThey have no key or no clue\nTo the game at all, now they washed up\nHung out to dry\nStand there looking stupid, wondering why\n(Why man?)\nIt was the fame (fame), that they tried to get\nNow they walking around talkin' about represent\nAnd keep it real, but I got to appeal\n'Cause they existing in a fantasy when holding the steel\n\nDrop!\nDrop!\nDrop!\nDrop!\nDrop!\nDrop!\n\nRock-a-bye baby\nListen to your heartbeat pumping to a fine\nRavine of all things it's a vain of a shrine\nAll missions impossible are possible, 'cause I'm\nHeaded for a new sector 365\nDays from now, I'll wipe the sweat from my eye\nAnd each and every true will stick or fall from the skies\nOf my cloud nine\n\nFrom homies all the way to chicks, no matter how fine\nControlling is a swollen way to wreck a proud mind\nYou hold it in your hands and watch a man start crying\nTear after tear in the puppet man's hands\nEvery time you take a stance you do the puppet man's dance\nAnd the world's at a standstill, deep in broken-man's-ville\nTrapped in the moat with an anvil, still\nKilling yourself (uh-huh), and dogging ya health\nYou ain't amphibious, so grab a hold of yourself\n\n(Shit is, shit is ill)\nBut through my will, my flow still will spill\nToxic slick to shock sick like electrocute\nWhen I execute acutely over the rhythm\nOn those that pollute, extra dosages is what I gotta give 'em\nGot 'em mad and tremblin'\n'Cause I been up in my lab assemblin'\n\nMissiles to bomb the enemy\nBecause they envy me and the making of my mad currency\nCurrently I think we're in a state of an emergency\n'Cause niggas done sold their souls, and now their souls is hollow\nAnd I think they can't follow\nThey can't swallow the truth because it hurts\nThis is how I put it down, this is my Earth, my turf\nThe worth of my birth is a billion\nAnd you know what time it is I'm gonna make a million\n\nYeah, you know what time is it?\nYeah, uh-huh, you know what time is it?\nYeah, uh-huh, you know what time is it?\nBelieve it or not, it's so divine\nYeah, uh-huh, you know what time?\nI got the supersonic shit that'll blow your mind\nBelieve it or not, it's so divine\nI got the supersonic shit that'll blow your mind\nWe all like to welcome you to this here flight\n\nBelieve it or not, it's so divine\nNow entering 50 thousand feet\nI got the supersonic shit that'll blow your mind\nGet you higher than the sky\nAll day and all night\nYou have to enjoy the ride, haha\nYou got to enjoy the ride now\nThis is gonna last, at least five minutes of your time\n\nShit is crazy (drop!)\nBut a whole (drop!) 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Lifetime\n[03:32.94] Wow (drop!) 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Shit is amazing\\nOf the real rides (drop!)\\nNow if you are to look out your right window\\n(Need to get a hold of myself) You'll see a map  \\nThat's Labcabincalifornia (I'ma be there)\\nRight over there (drop!)\\nIt's just now flying over Hollywood (drop!)\\nGet a good glimpse now (cuts, Pharcyde, forever)\\nHold on now (infinity)\\nA little turbulence, a little turbulence (Infinite and forever)\\n(Droppin' these nuts)\\nWe're going down, we're going down\\nWhere's Quentin?\\n(yeah) Hey M.O. looks like you're gonna have to\\nGrab the parachutes (I think I'm going)\\nIt's time to drop down on Labcabincalifornia (outta my mind)\\nThat'll be the spot\\nWe just blew an engine\\nWe're going down\\nIt's going down\\nIt's going down\\nIt's going down\\n(Emecees are phony) it's going down\\n(Only the real survive) Only the real survive\\n(That's why we gotta drop it) Only the real survive\\n(That's why we gotta stop it) Survive\\nOnly the real survive, hahaha\\nOn all open mic (drop!)\\nStand strong (drop!)\\nYeah\\nInfinity\\nThousand feet\\nNine hundred feet\\nFive hundred feet\\nZero\\nGround zero\\n\"\n"},{"id":25619182,"name":"Drop","trackName":"Drop","artistName":"The Pharcyde","albumName":"Jay Deelicious 95-98: The Delicious Vinyl Years (Originals, Remixes & Rarities)","duration":344.76,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Drop!\n\nDrop!\nDrop!\nDrop!\nDrop!\n\nLet me freak the funk, obsolete is the punk\nThat talks more junk than Sanford sells\nI jet propel at a rate, that complicate their mental state\nAs I invade their Masquerade, they couldn't fade with a clipper blade\n10 years in the trade is not enough, you can't cut it\nI let you take a swing, and you bunted for an easy out\nI leave emcees with doubt of exceeding\nMy name is Bootie Brown and I'm proceeding, leading\nThey try to follow, but they're shallow and hollow\n\nI can see right through them like an empty 40 bottle of O.E\nThey have no key or no clue\nTo the game at all, now they washed up\nHung out to dry\nStand there looking stupid, wondering why\n(Why man?)\nIt was the fame (fame), that they tried to get\nNow they walking around talkin' about represent\nAnd keep it real, but I got to appeal\n'Cause they existing in a fantasy when holding the steel\n\nDrop!\nDrop!\nDrop!\nDrop!\nDrop!\nDrop!\n\nRock-a-bye baby\nListen to your heartbeat pumping to a fine\nRavine of all things it's a vain of a shrine\nAll missions impossible are possible, 'cause I'm\nHeaded for a new sector 365\nDays from now, I'll wipe the sweat from my eye\nAnd each and every true will stick or fall from the skies\nOf my cloud nine\n\nFrom homies all the way to chicks, no matter how fine\nControlling is a swollen way to wreck a proud mind\nYou hold it in your hands and watch a man start crying\nTear after tear in the puppet man's hands\nEvery time you take a stance you do the puppet man's dance\nAnd the world's at a standstill, deep in broken-man's-ville\nTrapped in the moat with an anvil, still\nKilling yourself (uh-huh), and dogging ya health\nYou ain't amphibious, so grab a hold of yourself\n\n(Shit is, shit is ill)\nBut through my will, my flow still will spill\nToxic slick to shock sick like electrocute\nWhen I execute acutely over the rhythm\nOn those that pollute, extra dosages is what I gotta give 'em\nGot 'em mad and tremblin'\n'Cause I been up in my lab assemblin'\n\nMissiles to bomb the enemy\nBecause they envy me and the making of my mad currency\nCurrently I think we're in a state of an emergency\n'Cause niggas done sold their souls, and now their souls is hollow\nAnd I think they can't follow\nThey can't swallow the truth because it hurts\nThis is how I put it down, this is my Earth, my turf\nThe worth of my birth is a billion\nAnd you know what time it is I'm gonna make a million\n\nYeah, you know what time is it?\nYeah, uh-huh, you know what time is it?\nYeah, uh-huh, you know what time is it?\nBelieve it or not, it's so divine\nYeah, uh-huh, you know what time?\nI got the supersonic shit that'll blow your mind\nBelieve it or not, it's so divine\nI got the supersonic shit that'll blow your mind\nWe all like to welcome you to this here flight\n\nBelieve it or not, it's so divine\nNow entering 50 thousand feet\nI got the supersonic shit that'll blow your mind\nGet you higher than the sky\nAll day and all night\nYou have to enjoy the ride, haha\nYou got to enjoy the ride now\nThis is gonna last, at least five minutes of your time\n\nShit is crazy (drop!)\nBut a whole (drop!) 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Lifetime\n  Wow (drop!) Shit is amazing\n  Of the real rides (drop!)\n  Now if you are to look out your right window\n  (Need to get a hold of myself)\n  You'll see a map (hanging on for your life)\n  That's Labcabincalifornia (I'ma be there)\n  Right over there (drop!)\n  It's just now flying over Hollywood (drop!)\n  Get a good glimpse now (cuts, Pharcyde, forever)\n\n  Hold on now (infinity)\n  A little turbulence, a little turbulence (Infinite and forever)\n  (Droppin' these nuts)\n  We're going down, we're going down\n  Where's Quentin?\n  M.O. 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