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DJ Jazzy Jeff Lyrics


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[Bootie Brown:]
Let me freak the funk,
Obsolete is the punk that talk more junk than Sanford sells
I jet propel at a rate that complice their mental state
As I invade their masquerade
They couldn't fade with a clipper blade
10 years in the trade is not enough, you can't cut it
I let you take a swing, and you bunted
For an easy out, I leave mc's with doubt
Of exceeding, my name is Bottie Brown and I'm proceeding, leading,
They try to follow but they're shallow and hollow
I can see right through them like an empty 40 bottle, of O.E.
They have no key, or no clue
To the game at all, now they washed up
Hung out to dry
Standing looking stupid, wondering why
(why man?)
It was the fame, that they tried to get
Now they walking around talking about represent
And keep it real, but I got to appeal
Cause they existing in a fantasy when holding the steel

[Slim Kid 3:]
Rock a bye baby,
Listen to my heart pumping to a fine ravine
Of all things it's a vain of a shrine
All missions impossible are possible, cause I'm
Heading for a new sector 365 days from now, I'll
Wipe the sweat from my brow
And each and every true will stick, or fall from the sky of my cloud nine
From homies all the way to chics, no matter how fine
Controlling is a swollen way to wreck a proud mind
You hold it in your hands and watch a man start crying
Tear after tear in the puppet man's hands
Every time you take a stance you do the puppet man's dance
And the worlds at a stand-still
Deep in broken mansville, trapped in the moat with an anvil, still
Killing yourself, and dogging ya health
You ain't amphibious, so grab a hold of yourself

[Knumbskull #1:]
Shit is-shit is ill, my flow still will spill
Toxic slick to shock you sick like electrocute
When I execute, acutely over the rhythm
On those that pollute, extra dosages is what I gotta give em
Got em mad and trembling
Cause I been up in my lad assembling
Missiles, to bomb the enemy
Because they envy me, and the making of my mad currency
Currently I think we're in a state of an emergency
Cause niggas done sold their souls, and now their souls is hollow
And I think they can't follow
They can't swallow, the truth because it hurts
This is how I put it down, this is my earth, my turf




The worth of my birth is a billion, and you know what time it is
I'm going to make a million

Overall Meaning

The song Drop by DJ Jazzy Jeff is mainly focused on the issue of fake rappers trying to get fame and money. The song is divided into three verses where each rapper shares their perspective on the topic. The first verse, performed by Bootie Brown, describes how he is ready to outdo any fake rapper who talks more junk than they can handle. He refers to them as obsolete and reveals that they have no clue when it comes to the game. He proceeds to call them out on their fantasy lifestyle and their desire to keep it real. Bootie Brown talks about how he is in the business of exposing such fake rappers through his music.


The second verse, delivered by Slim Kid 3, concerns the consequences of following in the footsteps of fake rappers. He mentions how it can lead to losing control of one's mind and ultimately result in one's destruction because they try to fit in and be accepted by the fake rappers. Slim Kid 3 uses the puppet metaphor to explain how fake rappers control others, making them dance to their tune, and how it can be detrimental to one's progress. He talks about setting a goal and working hard towards it without being influenced by fake people.


The final verse, performed by Knumbskull #1, emphasizes the urgency of the problem. He is concerned that many rappers have sold their souls in the quest for money and fame. He reveals that he has been building missiles to bomb those who envy him and his wealth. Knumbskull calls out the fake rappers, reminding them that they cannot follow and cannot handle the truth. He contrasts his worth, which he believes is a billion that of fake rappers.


Line by Line Meaning

Let me freak the funk,
Allow me to express myself through funky music


Obsolete is the punk that talk more junk than Sanford sells
Those who talk more nonsense than the famous TV character Sanford are out of date and irrelevant


I jet propel at a rate that complice their mental state
I move swiftly and cause confusion to their minds


As I invade their masquerade
As I infiltrate their fake persona


They couldn't fade with a clipper blade
They're no match for me or anyone else as they're weak and powerless


10 years in the trade is not enough, you can't cut it
Having 10 years of experience is not sufficient, you don't have the skills to succeed


I let you take a swing, and you bunted
I gave you a chance to prove yourself, but you failed miserably


For an easy out, I leave mc's with doubt
For an easy victory, I leave other rappers doubtful about their own ability


Of exceeding, my name is Bottie Brown and I'm proceeding, leading,
I excel in my craft, my name is Bottie Brown and I continue to move forward and be a leader


They try to follow but they're shallow and hollow
Others try to follow me, but they lack depth and substance


I can see right through them like an empty 40 bottle, of O.E.
I can see their true nature as clearly as an empty bottle of O.E. beer


They have no key, or no clue
They have no idea or understanding of what it takes to succeed


To the game at all, now they washed up
They have no understanding of the industry and are now irrelevant


Standing looking stupid, wondering why
Looking foolish, they're confused about why they're not successful


(why man?)
They ask the question, 'why?'


It was the fame, that they tried to get
They aimed for fame, but failed to gain it


Now they walking around talking about represent
They're pretending to represent something they don't truly understand


And keep it real, but I got to appeal
They claim to be genuine, but I have to be more relatable


Cause they existing in a fantasy when holding the steel
They're living in a fake world when holding a weapon


Rock a bye baby,
Expressing a gentle melody, usually sung to put an infant to sleep


Listen to my heart pumping to a fine ravine
Hear my heart beating steady, just like the flow of a river


Of all things it's a vain of a shrine
Among all the things in the world, this is a beautiful place that I hold dear to my heart


All missions impossible are possible, cause I'm
I can achieve anything, regardless of how challenging it seems


Heading for a new sector 365 days from now, I'll
I'm moving towards a new area, and within a year I'll


Wipe the sweat from my brow
I'll accomplish a task that will make me work hard and hopefully successful


And each and every true will stick, or fall from the sky of my cloud nine
Every truthful person will either support my vision or reject it


From homies all the way to chics, no matter how fine
From friends to romantic partners, regardless of their physical appearances


Controlling is a swollen way to wreck a proud mind
Being in control is a harmful way to ruin a person's self-esteem


You hold it in your hands and watch a man start crying
You have power over someone and watch them make themself feel bad


Tear after tear in the puppet man's hands
The person controlled by someone/something is crying without any obvious reason


Every time you take a stance you do the puppet man's dance
Every time you take a stand, it seems as though you're being controlled by someone/something


And the worlds at a stand-still
The world is stagnant


Deep in broken mansville, trapped in the moat with an anvil, still
Feeling completely isolated, and feeling like a huge burden is weighing him down to the point that it's completely unmoving


Killing yourself, and dogging ya health
Harming yourself, and not taking care of your physical and emotional health


You ain't amphibious, so grab a hold of yourself
You're not immune to harm, so you need to take care of yourself before it's too late


Shit is-shit is ill, my flow still will spill
My lyrics are exceptional, and I'll continue to express myself


Toxic slick to shock you sick like electrocute
My words are powerful enough to shock you and make you realize the severity of my message


When I execute, acutely over the rhythm
When I rap, I do it incredibly in time with the beat


On those that pollute, extra dosages is what I gotta give em
I need to give those that bring negativity and chaos extra doses of truth


Got em mad and trembling
I made them angry and frightened


Cause I been up in my lad assembling
Because I've been hard at work, making things from scratch


Missiles, to bomb the enemy
I'm making weapons to destroy my opponents


Because they envy me, and the making of my mad currency
They're jealous of me and the amount of money I'm making


Currently I think we're in a state of an emergency
I believe that we're in a very critical situation at the moment


Cause niggas done sold their souls, and now their souls is hollow
People have given up their values and morals in exchange for material objects, leaving them with a bleak future


And I think they can't follow
I don't think they're capable of keeping up with me


They can't swallow, the truth because it hurts
They can't accept the truth because it's painful


This is how I put it down, this is my earth, my turf
This is how I express myself, this is my domain


The worth of my birth is a billion, and you know what time it is
My value is immeasurable, and it's evident


I'm going to make a million
I'm going to achieve financial success




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: DERRICK STEWART, DERRICK LEMEL STEWART, EMANDU WILCOX, EMANDU IMANI RASHAAN WILCOX, ROMYE ROBINSON, TREVANT JERMAINE HARDSON

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

Beastars

@cd fs 1.) definitely a show in tomorrowland but not in DMC Battle and using it in Gigs, and Dj jazzy Jeff did something there.


2.) You miss my point on my second section, timecode is created for convenience not because of sync.


And I never told you an ignorant and telling he is skilless, the point is he may be using a laptop but he got some actually skills doing rather than just syncing. he's actually doing something likejuggling, scratching, looping, etc...


Edit: I feel like I have to say this, I have nothing against you, I don't considered you to be ignorant, I'm just sayin



All comments from YouTube:

Mic Glou

99% in that audience do not realize their in the presence of greatness like Jazz... do not realize they're listening to actual live mixing and scratching on a legendary level.

707ADROIT

@fschirott Sad part is that Dj lessons dont even teach his techniques anymore. :-(

Smirnoff103

People don't go to Tomorrowland for the music ;)
None the less I was kind of dissapointed into Jazzy Jeff also turned onto the commercial side. I stumbled by accident on this vide, I was first surprised to see he even played up there, and after scrolling quickly through the mix I heard he played the same crap all these (pseudo) deejays play up there (but indeed live mixed). It's a shame seeing (or better "hearing") him play such kind of music imho. Guess Divine Sounds were right 30 years ago "what people do for money".

Richie Lmau

Yes brother mic glou DJ jazzy jeff is old school

Dhruv Dhiman

@Dog's Eye shut up

Dog's Eye

@Isaac De Paula easy there

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DjSoso TheMachine

I read few comments and i wanna say this :

-Dj Jazzy Jeff killed it !
-He didn't perform on the main stage which mean the "ravers" can still enjoy EDM with their favorites performers while he was doing his thing
-The crowd was probably not familiar with this kind of set but the response was amazing according to the fact jeff is probably the first actual acts really djing at this festival.
-Jazzy Jeff comes from the scene/era where a dj comes with a MC so the presence and performance of Dayne Jordan is not something to argue about.

Thanks for reading ! One love :)

Billy Bailey

Most ravers I know would love this set and just love DJ culture not strictly EDM. But I cant speak for everyone. Jazz killed this set.

Geeeee8

Those guys on tommorowland mainstage ain't real ravers

Mary Erre

A-Trak is a real DJ too, they have probably seen him..

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