Droppin' Rhymes On Drums

[Intro] Etta: Drop it 'til your soul feel free... Jef: Alright [Verse 1: Jef] Yo man, give me that microphone and sit down Cos a brother like me is known to get down So get up from the rhyme and you'll find It's designed to give sight to the blind and enlighten the mind And the lines are arranged in a strange unorthodox style That knocks you out the box and blocks the competition On a mission, fishin' in an empty tank Comin' up blank Crank the drums up so I can hear it And it sums up, the thumbs up on the lyrics And I'm droppin' it Heavy like lead...we're dumb, kid Can you pick the perfect poet out the patch? E he scratches, I make the words match Try to catch up and you'll break your jaw Don't laugh, I heard it happened before Some sap said, "That nigga can't rap" I had to pull back the trigger and cap A full round of rhymes and aim for the head Not to put it to bed, but instead Pick his brains just like a psychiatrist He had no idea that I could just Mentally took the brother for bad I just wanted to see what kinda knowledge he had He wasn't too bright so I had to shed some light And now me and the kid's alright He heard 'Give It Here' and had no idea I get dumb I be droppin' rhymes on drums... [Hook: Etta] Do it, do it, 'til your soul feel free Do it, do it, 'til your soul feel free (hey, hey-hey) Do it, do it, 'til your soul feel free Yeah yeah, hey hey, hey (I just wanna holler when my soul feel free now) [Verse 2: Jef] Made in Manhattan, bred in the Bronx, boy I ain't no toy, I'll destroy Any form of competitor In the form of a predator I'll stay ahead of the comp. one jump I know where I'm goin', yo and where I'm from I was taught to go for mine Even if I had to throw for mine that's fine But I left the neighbourhood Just cos I came to Cali don't mean I went Hollywood I'm still good and why shouldn't I kick it? Stay awhile the freestyle is wicked Rough and rugged, but it's not ragged Cos it's not the way Def Jef does it When I get in it I rhyme infinite And that means forever Whether obstacles in the way hinder They bother me not a bit, cos hey Small things are nothin' to a giant When rappers get defiant I ain't scared, I'm prepared Within my realm no souls are spared Don't try to read me, you'll be baffled Before you test me you best be careful Cos you have no idea where I'm comin' from I be droppin' rhymes on drums... [Hook: Etta] Do it, do it, 'til your soul feel free Do it, do it, 'til your soul feel free, (hey, hey-hey) Do it, do it, 'til your soul feel free Do it, do it, 'til your soul feel free [Verse 3: Jef] Like a bear not your ordinaire, call me a grizzly Like a bee I'm bound to bust busy Expressing all thoughts with the notion in positive mode God offered the ride and I rode Listeners riding along with the legend in motion Yeah, you knew I had the potion A pinch of pizzazz and a smidgen of sincere savvy A funky beat, and what have we here? Not a mere but a major A flavour you savour so tasteful, so watch your behaviour Yeah, dope is what I gave ya But you don't smoke or sniff, this dope'll save ya From suckers you've been subjected to Listenin' to, I'll rescue you S.O.S in effect with Def Jef and DJ Erick Vaan Rockin' you on Friend or foe I'll take you blow by blow If you're a king then you know I'll overthrow So please don't provoke me, this ain't no joke, see? You feel pain by every stroke of the pen I don't mean to be a jinx, but then When you come against me your career's at an end I'll attack with a rap that is apt to attract Basic hip-hoppers cos basics are back Oops, made a mistake, I'm in a daze With me nothin's basic, let me rephrase Wonderful words, adjectives and verbs Nouns by the pound, superb speeches and slurs Simply supplying a subtle suggestion If you're selecting make me your selection Upon completion of suckers deleted The poet with soul will calmly be seated Thinkin' "I'm good and you knew it" Rhymes grow and flow so smooth like a fluid Or liquid...with high liquidity I'm turnin' rap to cash in a flash But money's not the name of the game or my claim to fame To make you rock is my one and only aim There's no comparison to what I've become I be droppin' rhymes on drums... [Hook: Etta] Do it, do it, 'til your soul feel free Do it, do it, 'til your soul feel free, (hey, hey-hey) Do it, do it, 'til your soul feel free Do it, do it, 'til your soul feel free