Droppin` Rhymes On Drums Lyrics

Droppin` Rhymes On Drums lyrics

f/ Etta James



rtist: Def Jef f/ Etta James

Album:  Just a Poet With Soul

Song:   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...

   

   [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...

   

   [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...

   

   [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 [Repeat to fade]