Viktor Vaughn The Drop Lyrics
            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 f___ 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 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
            b____ n____z 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 s___ you never give a chance
            some s___ 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 s___ 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 f___ 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 s___e
            with no time to waste he was audi.. without a trace
        
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