Drop Shit by Hypnokid Lyrics
(Cuts By Pandamonium)
Drop skills, that might send wind chill factors.. (Redman)
Yo when I hold the mic you know my shit be absurd.. (Q-tip)
Thanks, don't mention it.. p-pleasures all mine (MF doom)
Scratch and catch, the record that match the tempo
With lyrics that swing no strings attached.. (Percee P)
So step back as I flow onward man.. (Lord Finesse)
Drop skills, that might send wind chill factors.. (Redman)
Yo when I hold the mic.. (Q-Tip)
Yeah yeah, drop it! (DJ premier)
Bringing rhythms and the flows like you have never felt this
The heat from the grind like the polar caps were melted
I’m skipping lanes you'rе behind
I'm not chasing where thе wealth is
Game of poker call your bluff then I’ll play the cards I’m dealt kid
From the bottom to the top views from the optics
Mental health and the wonders of life my favourite topics
Beats and rhymes flavours nice what you would call that hot shit
I’m the joker in the pack that’s had enough and came to rock shit
Boss shit like head banging in the mosh pit
Sophisticated like posh chicks
And dedicated like drug users that wash shit
The real article like social media with blue ticks
Known by word of mouth like gossip girls with the loose lips
Known to like the girls with the style and the nice hips
State of mind as stable as my life is
I could see the light if only I could open up my eyelids
The game is on and you know i got the top bid
You got me wrong like a bad trip on acid
I play my songs and then you going to reload it
The vibe is strong like neodymium in magnets
Attracted to the flame so I burn the matches
Not chasing money or fame and you could never catch this
You probably never heard my name
If they talking bout the wack shit
Don’t get silly with the game if you can never back shit
(Cuts By Pandamonium)
Scratch and catch, the record that match the tempo.. (Percee P)
Drop skills, that might send wind chill factors.. (Redman)
Yo when I hold the mic you know my shit be absurd.. (Q-tip)
Thanks, don't mention it p-pleasures all mine.. (MF doom)
Scratch and catch, the record that match the tempo
With lyrics that swing no strings attached.. (Percee P)
So step back as I flow onward man.. (Lord Finesse)
Drop skills, that might send wind chill factors.. (Redman)
Yo when I hold the mic.. (Q-Tip)
Yeah, yeah, drop it, drop it, drop it, drop it.. drop it.. (DJ Premier)
Drop skills, that might send wind chill factors.. (Redman)
Yo when I hold the mic you know my shit be absurd.. (Q-tip)
Thanks, don't mention it.. p-pleasures all mine (MF doom)
Scratch and catch, the record that match the tempo
With lyrics that swing no strings attached.. (Percee P)
So step back as I flow onward man.. (Lord Finesse)
Drop skills, that might send wind chill factors.. (Redman)
Yo when I hold the mic.. (Q-Tip)
Yeah yeah, drop it! (DJ premier)
Bringing rhythms and the flows like you have never felt this
The heat from the grind like the polar caps were melted
I’m skipping lanes you'rе behind
I'm not chasing where thе wealth is
Game of poker call your bluff then I’ll play the cards I’m dealt kid
From the bottom to the top views from the optics
Mental health and the wonders of life my favourite topics
Beats and rhymes flavours nice what you would call that hot shit
I’m the joker in the pack that’s had enough and came to rock shit
Boss shit like head banging in the mosh pit
Sophisticated like posh chicks
And dedicated like drug users that wash shit
The real article like social media with blue ticks
Known by word of mouth like gossip girls with the loose lips
Known to like the girls with the style and the nice hips
State of mind as stable as my life is
I could see the light if only I could open up my eyelids
The game is on and you know i got the top bid
You got me wrong like a bad trip on acid
I play my songs and then you going to reload it
The vibe is strong like neodymium in magnets
Attracted to the flame so I burn the matches
Not chasing money or fame and you could never catch this
You probably never heard my name
If they talking bout the wack shit
Don’t get silly with the game if you can never back shit
(Cuts By Pandamonium)
Scratch and catch, the record that match the tempo.. (Percee P)
Drop skills, that might send wind chill factors.. (Redman)
Yo when I hold the mic you know my shit be absurd.. (Q-tip)
Thanks, don't mention it p-pleasures all mine.. (MF doom)
Scratch and catch, the record that match the tempo
With lyrics that swing no strings attached.. (Percee P)
So step back as I flow onward man.. (Lord Finesse)
Drop skills, that might send wind chill factors.. (Redman)
Yo when I hold the mic.. (Q-Tip)
Yeah, yeah, drop it, drop it, drop it, drop it.. drop it.. (DJ Premier)