Intro
Etta: Drop it `til your soul feel free...
Jef: Alright.
Verse 1
[Jef]
Yo man, give me that microphone and sit down
Cos a brother like me is known to get down
So get up from the rhyme and you`ll find
It`s designed to give sight to the blind and enlighten the mind
And the lines are arranged in a strange unorthodox style
That knocks you out the box and blocks the competition
On a mission, fishin` in an empty tank
Comin` up blank
Crank the drums up so I can hear it
And it sums up, the thumbs up on the lyrics
And I`m droppin` it
Heavy like lead...we`re dumb, kid
Can you pick the perfect poet out the patch?
E he scratches, I make the words match
Try to catch up and you`ll break your jaw
Don`t laugh, I heard it happened before
Some sap said, That nigga can`t rap
I had to pull back the trigger and cap
A full round of rhymes and aim for the head
Not to put it to bed, but instead
Pick his brains just like a psychiatrist
He had no idea that I could just
Mentally took the brother for bad
I just wanted to see what kinda knowledge he had
He wasn`t too bright so I had to shed some light
And now me and the kid`s alright
He heard `Give It Here` and had no idea I get dumb
I be droppin` rhymes on drums...
[Etta]
Do it, do it, `til your soul feel free
Do it, do it, `til your soul feel free (hey, hey-hey)
Do it, do it, `til your soul feel free
Yeah yeah, hey hey, hey
[I just wanna holler when my soul feel free now]
Verse 2
[Jef]
Made in Manhattan, bred in the Bronx, boy
I ain`t no toy, I`ll destroy
Any form of competitor
In the form of a predator
I`ll stay ahead of the comp. one jump
I know where I`m goin`, yo and where I`m from
I was taught to go for mine
Even if I had to throw for mine that`s fine
But I left the neighbourhood
Just cos I came to Cali don`t mean I went Hollywood
I`m still good and why shouldn`t I kick it?
Stay awhile the freestyle is wicked
Rough and rugged, but it`s not ragged
Cos it`s not the way Def Jef does it
When I get in it I rhyme infinite
And that means forever
Whether obstacles in the way hinder
They bother me not a bit, cos hey
Small things are nothin` to a giant
When rappers get defiant
I ain`t scared, I`m prepared
Within my realm no souls are spared
Don`t try to read me, you`ll be baffled
Before you test me you best be careful
Cos you have no idea where I`m comin` from
I be droppin` rhymes on drums...
[Etta]
Do it, do it, `til your soul feel free
Do it, do it, `til your soul feel free, (hey, hey-hey)
Do it, do it, `til your soul feel free
Do it, do it, `til your soul feel free
Verse 3
[Jef]
Like a bear not your ordinaire, call me a grizzly
Like a bee I`m bound to bust busy
Expressing all thoughts with the notion in positive mode
God offered the ride and I rode
Listeners riding along with the legend in motion
Yeah, you knew I had the potion
A pinch of pizzazz and a smidgen of sincere savvy
A funky beat, and what have we here?
Not a mere but a major
A flavour you savour so tasteful, so watch your behaviour
Yeah, dope is what I gave ya
But you don`t smoke or sniff, this dope`ll save ya
From suckers you`ve been subjected to
Listenin` to, I`ll rescue you
S.O.S in effect with Def Jef and DJ Erick Vaan
Rockin` you on
Friend or foe I`ll take you blow by blow
If you`re a king then you know I`ll overthrow
So please don`t provoke me, this ain`t no joke, see?
You feel pain by every stroke of the pen
I don`t mean to be a jinx, but then
When you come against me your career`s at an end
I`ll attack with a rap that is apt to attract
Basic hip-hoppers cos basics are back
Oops, made a mistake, I`m in a daze
With me nothin`s basic, let me rephrase
Wonderful words, adjectives and verbs
Nouns by the pound, superb speeches and slurs
Simply supplying a subtle suggestion
If you`re selecting make me your selection
Upon completion of suckers deleted
The poet with soul will calmly be seated
Thinkin` I`m good and you knew it
Rhymes grow and flow so smooth like a fluid
Or liquid...with high liquidity
I`m turnin` rap to cash in a flash
But money`s not the name of the game or my claim to fame
To make you rock is my one and only aim
There`s no comparison to what I`ve become
I be droppin` rhymes on drums...
[Etta]
Do it, do it, `til your soul feel free
Do it, do it, `til your soul feel free, (hey, hey-hey)
Do it, do it, `til your soul feel free
Do it, do it, `til your soul feel free [Repeat to fade]
