Drop Tha Bass

Here I go again, y'all

The bass will hit you with the force of a boxer's punch
'Cuz it's mad fresh; you ain't gots to front

You know that I'm guaranteed to rock the stands
And make you (clap-clap-clap ya hands!)

The beat's too ill; you need Lysol to disinfect
Step up to me, and you might all be gettin' wrecked

You know the rhyme is rougher than concrete
And the sound of the drum will become your new heartbeat

Beats are phatter than cholesterol
So who wanna step up; who's next to fall?

I increase the gain and release the pain
With the algorithm, the sound'll hit 'em wit' venom

Rest in pieces 'cuz he's over and done wit'
Suffered insanity the moment the drums hit

And his fate got sealed like a Zip-Loc
He shoulda known not to mess wit' Bit-Hop

Word; I separate the wheat from the chaff
Gettin' mad digits, so I'm a geek with the math

'Cuz ya girl knows how hard the drums be
When it comes to droppin' the bass, I'm straight clumsy

Drop the bass
Drop the bass
Drop the bass
Drop-drop-drop the bass

C'mon, girl; I know you wanna move ya feet
You can't possibly resist 'cuz the groove is sweet

Honey, you know soul is my ace in the hole
Fortune 500 favors the brave and the bold

Abracadabra, alakazam
MC Zappa's the man who be stackin' the bands

'Cuz I'm makin' beats all the time just to rap upon
Yo, I'm runnin' the world like a marathon

My crowd faded the outdated flash in the pan
Zappa's the man, so catch if you can

The numbers of suckas get reduced and mitigated
When they hear the style that I produced and innovated

For lack of a better word, this rappin' ya never heard
Is called "Bit-Hop", and you know that it's got

Much more than just a mere modicum of heavy soul
Yo, I'm doin' my thing like Eddie Bo

I'm mad radioactive like a gamma ray
'Cuz I'm doin' things the MC Zappa way

Makin' all the ladies jump like a trampoline
Pump the tambourine, and drop the bass!

Drop-drop-drop the bass
Drop the bass
Drop the bass
Drop the bass

At first you was big and bad and you wanted to fight
But when you saw me, you said you'd call it a night

Yo, you're way off track; you need to lay off rap
Before I slam dunk these damn punks wit' RAM funk

Suckas beware because I ain't no lightweight
When I start to rock, the microphone might break

Big Zappa spit raps over lit tracks
Yo, I be breakin' 'em off like a Kit-Kat

Results are gruesome like Despicable Me
I'm spillin' debris, when I go on a lyrical spree

I shoot the gift and a curse when I'm spittin' the verse
When I'm done, what's left of you won't even fit in a hearse

I got the qualifications for rockin' the nation
I'm already OP; no modifications

So crab MCs get beat like a hand drum
Tryna retaliate wit' a rhyme, but it can't come

Ya couldn't make the cut; you're not a Ginsu
Remained mentally celibate ever since you lost

All hell breaks loose when I flip the switch
You get the bass dropped on ya like the Wicked Witch

Drop the bass
Drop the bass
Drop-drop-drop
Drop the bass
Drop-drop-drop the bass
Drop-drop-drop
Drop-drop-drop the bass