What I gotta give for a drop around here A lot of rap is bottled, recycled ideas Seems so simple when you always had a sip But what you gone do when it's a drought in yo crib Yeah yeah, conserve all that chatter Rather turn up, trapped in these drum patterns Rather burn one, until we all ashes Sip on the syrup, move like molasses These fossils we fueling, might have us all crashing Shocking, we cling to something, that just seems so static Man made monsters, creatures of habit Smoke in the air, why am i gasping Close off my fear, as i open the flask up Tiny rick sanchez, how i get blasted, yeah Drink these distractions, classic reaction, sip & quit asking Me bout hot days ahead, wells running dry Don't worry bout it, cop you some fire What I gotta give for a drop around here? A lot of rap is bottled, recycled ideas Seems so simple when you always had a sip But what you gone do when it's a drought in yo crib Lemme be blunt, we should just face it Go overboard with the water we wasting All this show boating, gone have us sinking In plastic oceans, making me anxious as Amazonian's escaping, acres of flames raging Meanwhile society blank facing Eyes to the sky, acid rain is blinding me But swear y'all be faking sleep, i'm snatching blanket, ring Every alarm, i got the fire we need Dangerous minds, watch how we aim & squeeze (Hook 3) What I gotta give for a drop around here? A lot of rap is bottled, recycled ideas Seemed so simple when you always had a sip But what's the price you pay when you don't know what's priceless Without a drip, harder to mind your business a bit, least i would think Why is there guinness coming out of the sink Drunk off our power, hungover the brink of no return, we burn receipts Sure life's a beach, we on the wrong side of her sand & seas Insanity, dirty old habits can't capture new cleans Solar beams, building new energies The last word bender, watch what i weave Beneath the bodhi tree, becoming one with the wind i can be a blade or breeze Don't dual with the duality Or get split, got a staff for ya sea Faith of a mustard seed, buried miles deep Avoiding the poison soaked in the soil, though the root is the ointment we need To healing the reason we destroying all of this green for the greed Know that, nature been important 2020 vision, no longer dormant See what i mean Clearly can't distort it, look at these spills Captain planet might slap us out of orbit