Droppin Em

(album: Walking With The Panther - 1989)

Just like Paul Lynde, you're all in

Brace yourself, I'm the ace with grace
I'm a win the race and make you feel disgrace
In any case, yo, I'm moving like a steeplechase
MC soldiers: about face
Now step off, I need room for my takeoff
My custom made lyrics slay, 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 coming crap up
I plan to trap a MC and kidnap a 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 must have played hooky
I'm the show-stopper, your rhymes are improper
I'ma teach you like the master taught the grasshopper
Just getting warmer, I'm a transform a
Regular rhyme into a barnstormer
Try to jump, I'll pump you, chump, my job is thorough
Any MC, state, city or borough will 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
Holes can't be patched, our battle's a mismatch
I flip lyrics like a acrobat
And avoid combat like a diplomat
But when it's time for back-crack, or Jack to kill
It's a thrill to drill, a run-of-the-mill bill
With my skill, I'm the lord of rhymes
And I be writing at a rapid pace way past my bedtime
I rock the mic unlike some brothers I know
I guess they flow. Psych!

I'm dropping 'em
Dropping 'em

Yo, you're all in, stiff as a mannequin
I'm sharp as a pin, and I'ma teach discipline
I get busy like it's two of me
Evidently, I'm hated by a few MCs
But so what? I just max like I'm playing the sax
And take the crowd to the climax
Yo, Cool J, I never go astray
I'm funky, you can hear me at the Milky Way
You're weak, wet grass, I'm cool as jazz
Got razzmatazz, ask my man Shabazz
I know you're afraid because I'm self-made
I invade, and blow up like a hand grenade
MCs are terror-struck, I'ma run amok
'Cause your rhymes suck, you made a record on potluck
Just a toyboy, 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 must've 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 saying "Fee fi foe fum"
Then rock the auditorium until there's pandemonium

I'm dropping 'em
Dropping 'em

Don't sleep, 'cause I'ma go deeper
All you sleepers, I'm the Grim Reaper
My rhymes are rising, the angle's getting 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 experimenter and inventor
Of lyrics, so all you nonbelievers
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 evader of ducks, concert crusader
Is bad, my nickname's the circuit breaker
Eating up the world, acre by acre

I'm dropping 'em, word to mother
Dropping 'em

Know what I'm saying? Straight 'til 1999, dropping 'em!
Yo, year 2000, you know am saying?
Audi man
Yo, I'm dropping 'em