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    Droppin' Em

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    Droppin' Em

      About "Droppin' Em"

      Lyrics for LL Cool J - "Droppin' Em"

      Just like Pauline you all-in

      Brace yourself, I'm the ace with grace
      I'ma 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 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 coming 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 must of 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 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 mis match
      I flip lyrics, like a acrobat
      And avoid combat like a diplomat
      But when it's time for back lash, 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 writing at a rate that pace way past my bedtime
      I rock the mic unlike
      Some brothers I know, I guess they flow, pysch!
      I'm dropping 'em

      Dropping '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 playing 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 razzmatazz 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 terror-struck, 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 must of 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 it's pandemonium
      I'm dropping 'em

      Yo E, 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 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 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 two thousand, ya know what I'm saying?
      Audi man

      Yo I'm dropping 'em

      Simon, Dwayne Emil / Smith, James Todd
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