Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Droppin' Em , by - LL COOL J. Song from the album Walking With A Panther, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.1988
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Droppin' Em |
| Oooooahhhh |
| Brace yourself, I’m the ace with grace |
| I’ma win the race and make you feel disgrace |
| In any case, yo, I’m movin like a steeplechase |
| MC soldiers -- about face |
| Now step off, I need room for my takeoff |
| My custom made lyrics slays, yours are soft |
| I think you better tape this, yo, you can’t escape this |
| Yo, I planned it out just like a landscapist |
| Whipper-snapper back up for comin crap up I plan to trap a MC and kidnap em Phony, so skip the baloney |
| You and your cronies need to jump on a pony |
| and roll, cause you’re just a rookie |
| When it was time for rap school, you musta played hooky |
| I’m the show-stopper, your rhymes are improper |
| I’ma teach you like the master taught the grasshopper |
| Just gettin warmer, I’m a transform a regular rhyme into a barnstormer |
| Try to jump I’ll bump you chump, my job is thorough |
| Any MC, state city or borough’ll get ragged |
| I drop like a sandbag |
| Serious as the mob — I don’t play tag |
| Best of the batch, no man can catch up Hoes can’t be passed, a battle’s a mistmatch |
| I flip lyrics, like a acrobat |
| and avoid combat like a diplomat |
| But when it’s time for battles, ?? |
| jacked or killed |
| It’s a thrill to drill a run of the mill Bill |
| with my skill, I’m the lord of the rhymes |
| And I be writin at a rate that pace way past my bedtime |
| I rock the mic unlike |
| some brothers I know, I guess they flow, PSYCH |
| I’m droppin em Droppin em Yo, you’re all in, stiff as a mannequin |
| I’m sharp as a pen and I’ma teach discipline |
| I get busy like it’s two of me Evidently, I’m hated by a few MC’s |
| But so what? |
| I just max like I’m playin the sax |
| and take the crowd to the climax |
| Yo — Cool J, I’ll never go astray |
| I’m funky you can hear me at the Milky Way |
| You’re weak, wick raps, I’m cool as jazz |
| Got razamatazz ask my man Shabazz |
| I know you’re afraid because I’m self-made |
| I invade, and blow up like a hand grenade |
| MC’s are terrorstruck, I’ma run amuck |
| Cause your rhymes suck, you made a record on potluck |
| Just a toy boy, can’t stop my convoy |
| Rhymes I said last year were just decoys |
| I’m like a fox, you annoy me like chicken pox |
| I’m back with a style that’s unorthodox |
| You musta had a teaspoon full of bull |
| I’m like The Hulk, with more bulk, I’m powerful |
| They try to get with this, to me that’s an insult |
| Boys shouldn’t mess with an adult, that’s too difficult |
| I enter like a giant sayin fee fi foe fum |
| Then rock the auditorium until it’s pandemonium |
| I’m droppin em Yo E, droppin em Don’t sleep — cause I’ma go deeper |
| All you sleepers, I’m the Grim Reaper |
| My rhymes are rising, the angle’s gettin steeper |
| I hated Mussolini Martini so I’ma sweep a emcee, like he’s one of the two |
| Break him into fragments right in front of you |
| Mic check one two, is too fundamental |
| My rhymes are monumental over an instrumental |
| In the center, I had to enter |
| Tormentor mentor experimentor and inventor |
| of lyrics, so all you non-believers |
| It’ll echo in your dreams at night when you receive a rude awakening, you can’t do anything |
| You enter my kingdom and you cry as men bring |
| gifts to the prince of excellence and magnificence |
| Alarm clock rings, you wake up, and you’re convinced |
| that the crew invader, soloist exterminator |
| greater evador of ducks, concert crusader |
| is BAD, my nickname’s the circuit breaker |
| Eatin up the world, acre by acre |
| I’m droppin em Word to mother, droppin em! |
| KnowhatI’msayin? |
| Straight til 1999, droppin em! |
| Yo, year two thousand, yaknahmsayin? |
| Audi man |
| Yo I’m droppin em |