The Drop

The Drop - Viktor Vaughn/MF Doom

If I'm not working or putting work in

I'm either wheeling and dealing

Or probably jerkin my

Yep listening to nothing taking no suggestions

Or destructive criticisms

That can't improve on perfection

Rock a crowd in sections on a good night the hoes fight

Always get the dough first

Then everything else goes right

At least that's what they say

And who the f**k is they

Make a hick say what the hey

Brought that chick from sick bay

Ensign he shoulda asked his upperclassmen

Before he bust blast em never trust no Cardassians

Captains log supplemental

The Klingons are now aboard the Enterprise rental vessal

On my cue photon torpedo

Oh and if I'm not on the block with Jorgito

And so on for the street though

Smoke a pound of leek though

I'm jokin on the fact that hiphop has gone freak show

Don't let the drama getcha

In the only genre of music where the fans shoot the messenger

B**ch niggas talk behind your back like a catcher

Either M Y O B or B Y O stretcher

In that order man woman son daughter

The beat sound like they underwater

Make it fun to slaughter

Even if you hear some whack sh*t

You never give a chance

Some sh*t sound like all

You could do off it is river dance

It's not a hobby don't be sloppy

Doing deals with these labels

Is likened to a botched robbery

Nobody supposed to get bodied golly

This sh*t is like a folly

'Bout to cold flip probably

It's not me he got a ill spills knot in Brooknam

Where even though kids kill

They still chill and look calm

While working on new developments for the book bomb

In one bad experiment it blew

And took a hooker arm

BOW Look mom no hand

Studied black magic for years out in no man's land

It's like a barbecue all swine cookout

To f**k up they plans like a blind man lookout

Cram to overstand it peep it and absorb it

The same way he keep all the planets in they proper orbit

Norbit y'all better off going corporate

Nobody wanna hear that b******t it's too morbid

There's no prints he hold the mic with a mic glove

And rolls dolo from state to state like Ike Love

Like on top of the world loser keep it gully

Rap creeps seem they got too much juice in they belly

It's why they brung V he still hungry

And spit something thick on the mic like a lungy

Mind ya daughter she on line for the water

To get lucky like when she found a quarter kinda sorta

Remember me God clean timbs with emery board

He only came to save the game like a memory card

Ooh shrewd a lot of crews is too rude

And it's way too many let's not and say we do dudes

He said 24 7 I be on call

He use his vacation days to watch Babylon fall

Numbskulls Get to stepping they dumb dull

And how he rep the mic is like the weapon from Krull

Cats be like what's wrong with your man black

Biohazard suit and Van Grack for the anthrax

Jeez and can't get no peace

Form blazin sword for the police robeast

Cochise write a rhyme like a book report

And sell it to a rookie

You could tell by the hook he bought

You ain't know he sell hooks and choruses

They couldn't bang the slang if they looked in thesauruses

It's like a friendly game of dodge ball

Oddball God y'all who played the garage wall

With the Stan Smith's checkerboard lace

And the brand new INF they ain't check the boy waist

You saw his face so who next to get they neck chopped

Or popped like a Beck's top respect the drop

It's too much wreck hops

Who next to get they neck chopped

Or popped like a Beck's top respect the drop

Woopdie do flows do fifty like a hooptie do

Groupie crews try to figure out from

What coop he flew

They out of place beats sounds like outer space

With no time to waste he was outy without a trace