Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Droppin' Rhymes On Drums, artist - Def Jef
Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Song language: English
Droppin' Rhymes On Drums |
Etta: Drop it 'til your soul feel free… |
Jef: Alright. |
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… |
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 |
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… |
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 |
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… |
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 |