Drop Lyrics - Runnin'/4 Better Or 4 Worse - Pharcyde

Let me freak the funk 

Obsolete is the punk that talk more junk than Sanford sells 

I jet propel at a rate that complice 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 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, that they tried to get 

Now they walking around talking about represent 

And keep it real, but I got to appeal 

'Cause they existing in a fantasy when holding the steel 

Rock a bye baby 

Listen to my heart 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 brow 

And each and every true will stick, or fall from the sky 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, and dogging ya health 

You ain't amphibious, so grab a hold of yourself