Extended Famm - Line Drop lyrics

(Chorus) At the top with rhymes, when we droppin lines The line drop...spit it at the proper time Cause if it's wack, it's yours, but if it's hot...it's mine (V1A - SUBSTANTIAL) Battle rap ba*tard raw beat heathen Wack rappers s** so much they bleed semen You bare b**h feeble we scare rich people Your best verse worse than the Blair witch sequel (V1B - PACK FM) We're so lethal, You're see through like peep holes Your style makes no sense, Like whispering to deaf people (V1C - SUBSTANTIAL) Yo the f*gs talking all that jazz like Duke Ellington Smack'em so hard my fingerprints are on their skeleton (V1D - PACK FM) We're much better than all of you wannabe felons When we'e done, you'll use the ice on your wrist to calm the swelling Take your life by scaring you half to d**h twice *EFAMM IS MAD NICE* Now who the f** are you telling? (V1E - SESSION) Props to cats e-mailing. Throwing us compliments Spitting confident, make you wonder where your mama went Cause we're rocking it. Rhymes in perfect rhythm Diss? You don't wanna go there, like Turkish prison Your mom? b**h on her knees like she works for Jism Have her lips looking like some bird sh** hit em (V1F - TONEDEFF) Get him? Your snippets make a better circumcision I'm certain your missing the illest lyricist if If you've never witnessed a 4-Family n***a burn a victim I turn a rhythm on it's side, verbal with the homicide Cause our words are heavy, whenever we drop lines (Chorus) (V2A - TONEDEFF) I'm commencing to wreckin' this setup with plenty of recommendations Outta frustration, Alotta brothers be sending for reparations So, hot, that n***az be checkin the ventilation Invasion! Make 'em say HOLD UP, without a second of hesitation We Check our medication (V2B - SESSION) Like, damn yo, I don't feel sh**... but we still sick Eat a wack cat to take pills with, but we spill spit with the ill sh** I write flows vexed Stepping is crazy, we beat nuts like Psycho Les (V2C - SUBSTANTIAL) Give me the mic don't test better fight your best Styles hang heavy like size O breasts f** So So Def let a h*mo test Watch how I let a n***a know slow d**h (V2D - PACK FM) Damn! Efamm, we're the wicked MC's Switch the beat and we kick it with ease when I'm Some What Vexed, you'll be weak in the knees Tried to stay away from beef and got mad chicken disease Got a tendancy to go back and forth You can't f** with our style so you're jackin' off! (Chorus) (V3A - PACK FM) When my lines drop, it'll make your spine pop My lines drop jaws, make your shorty drop drawers So cold - drop temperatures, Cop this when it drops in the stores HipHop, Drum & Ba** I got the soul When I heat sh** up, stop drop and roll (V3B - SUBSTANTIAL) Battle mad crews but none will win (V3C - TONEDEFF) Got n***az like dice that's tumbling We like cracks in the sidewalk, you stumbling Makin you strudder when I talk, bumbling We humble men, the flood comes from within Your show's all talk like Ed Sullivan (V3D - SESSION) We come to win Under your breath, like short folks that be muttering When we uttering, we're thundering Rhyme juggling while you're sputtering (V3E - SUBSTANTIAL) A fair fight's me and a hundred men Abort them wack rhymes you motherin' Slap you so hard - need Bufferin Keep these b**h n***az sufferin' Just like the U.S. government Pull strings like a republican Keep you wonderin' where your mother been (V3F - TONEDEFF) Style's old like Donald Sutherland (V3G - SESSION) Your corny style needs bu*tering (V3H - PACKFM) I should've wrote for this, duhduhduhduhduhda (mumbled) (V3I - SUBSTANTIAL) Ayo, Pack stop mumbling! (V3J - PACKFM) Man, f** it then...the hook's coming in! (Chorus)