Line Drop

[Chorus]

Lets begin.E-F-@-Double-M

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 bastard raw beat heathen

Wack rappers suck so much they bleed semen

You bare bitch 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 fags 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 death twice

EFAMM IS MAD NICE Now who the fuck 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? Bitch on her knees like she works for Jism

Have her lips looking like some bird shit hit em

[V1F: TONEDEFF]

Get him? Your snippets make a better circumcision

Diss eF@mm, you'd better pucker up slow like a turtle kissin

I'm certain your missing the illest lyricist if

If you've never witnessed a 4-Family nigga 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]

eF@mm is dropping lines with extensions

I'm commencing to wreckin' this setup with plenty of recommendations

Outta frustration, Alotta brothers be sending for reparations

So, hot, that niggaz 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 shit... but we still sick

Eat a wack cat to take pills with, but we spill spit with the ill shit

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

U. Violet Ef@mm connect 4) Face fucked with the mic like oral sex

Fuck So So Def let a homo test

Watch how I let a nigga know slow death

[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 fuck 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 & Bass I got the soul

When I heat shit up, stop drop and roll

[V3B: SUBSTANTIAL]

We be that E-F-@-double M ...Lyrically we troublesome

Battle mad crews but none will win

[V3C: TONEDEFF]

Got niggaz 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 bitch niggaz 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 buttering

[V3H: PACKFM]

I should've wrote for this, duhduhduhduhduhda (mumbled)

[V3I: SUBSTANTIAL]

Ayo, Pack stop mumbling!

[V3J: PACKFM]

Man, fuck it then...the hook's coming in!

[Chorus]