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