The Drop

if I'm not workin or puttin work in
 I'm either wheelin and dealin
 or probably jerkin my (censored)
 yep listenin to nothin, takin no suggestions
 all 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 fuck is they?
 make a hick say "what the hey?" brought that chick from sick bay
 Henson he shoulda asked his upperclassmen
 before he bust blast and never trust no Kardassian
 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 leak 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
 bitch niggaz talk behind ya 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 the underwater, make it from the slaughter
 even if you hear some wack shit you never give a chance
 some shit sound like all you could do on fit is riverdance
 it's not a hobby, don't be sloppy
 doin deals with these labels is likened to a botched robbery
 nobody supposed to get bodied... golly
 this shit is like a folly bout to cold flip probably
 it's not me he got a ill spills knot in brooknon
 where even though kids kill they still chill and look calm
 while workin' on new developments for the book bomb
 in one bad experiment it blew and took a hooker arm (arm and leg)
 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 fuck up they plans like a blind man look out
 cram to overstand it, peep it and absorb it
 the same way he keep all the planets in they proper orbit
 Norbert y'all better off goin corporate
 nobody wanna hear that bullshit it's too morbid
 it'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 lungie
 mind ya daughter she on line for the water
 to get lucky like when she found a quater kinda sorta
 remember me God, clean timbs with emery board?
 he only came to save the game like a memory card
 ooh shrewd, alot 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 ta steppin 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 bandgrap 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 slang if they looked in thesauruses
 it's like a friendly game of dodge ball
 oddball gaurd y'all, he played the garage wall
 with the Stan Smith's checkerboard lace
 and the brand new INF they ain't check the broad 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 outta place, beats sounds like outer space
 with no time to waste he was audi. without a trace