Within the track, DOOM tackles everything from critics to his rap rivals, who he deems lesser than himself. Speaking via his more brash alter ego in Viktor Vaughn, DOOM is able to do this with unequivocal savagery.
The Drop
Viktor Vaughn Lyrics
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I'm either wheelin' and dealin'
Or probably jerkin my (censored)
Yep listenin' to nothin', takin' no suggestions
All destructive criticisms, that can't improve on perfection
Rock a crowd in sections on a good night.. the hoes fight
Always get the dough first then everything else goes right
Make a hick say "what the hey?" brought that chick from sick bay
Henson he shoulda asked his upperclassmen
Before he bust blast and never trust no Kardassian'
Captains log supplemental
The Klingons are now aboard the enterprise rental vessal
On my cue photon torpedo
Oh and if I'm not on the block with Jorgito
And so on for the street though
Smoke a pound of leak though
I'm jokin' on the fact that hiphop has gone freak show
Don't let the drama getcha
In the only genre of music where the fans shoot the messenger
Bitch niggaz talk behind ya back like a catcher
Either M-Y-O-B or B-Y-O stretcher
In that order, man, woman ,son, daughter
The beat sound like the underwater, make it from the slaughter
Even if you hear some wack shit you never give a chance
Some shit sound like all you could do on fit is riverdance
It's not a hobby, don't be sloppy
Doin deals with these labels is likened to a botched robbery
Nobody supposed to get bodied...golly
This shit is like a folly bout to cold flip probably
It's not me he got a ill spills knot in brooknon
Where even though kids kill they still chill and look calm
While workin' on new developments for the book bomb
In one bad experiment it blew and took a hooker arm (arm and leg)
BOW! look mom.. no hand
Studied black magic for years out in no man's land
It's like a barbecue all swine cookout
To fuck up they plans like a blind man look out
Cram to overstand it, peep it and absorb it
The same way he keep all the planets in they proper orbit
Norbert y'all better off goin' corporate
Nobody wanna hear that bullshit it's too morbid
It's no prints he hold the mic with a mic glove
And rolls dolo from state to state like Ike Love
Like on top of the world loser keep it gully
Rap creeps seem they got too much juice in they belly
It's why they brung V he still hungry
And spit something thick on the mic like a lungie
Mind ya daughter she on line for the water
To get lucky like when she found a quarter kinda sorta
Remember me God, clean timbs with emery board?
He only came to save the game like a memory card
Ooh shrewd, a lot of crews is too rude
And it's way too many let's not and say we do dudes
He said 24-7 I be on call
He use his vacation days to watch Babylon fall
Numbskulls.. get ta steppin' they dumb dull
And how he rep the mic is like the weapon from Krull
Cats be like what's wrong with your man black?
Biohazard suit and bandgrap for the anthrax
Jeez and can't get no peace
Form blazin sword for the police robeast
Cochise, write a rhyme like a book report
And sell it to a rookie you could tell by the hook he bought
You ain't know he sell hooks and choruses?
They couldn't bang slang if they looked in thesauruses
It's like a friendly game of dodge ball
Oddball guard y'all, he played the garage wall
With the Stan Smith's checkerboard lace
And the brand new INF they ain't check the broad waist
You saw his face? so who next to get they neck chopped
Or popped like a Beck's top, respect the drop
It's too much wreck hops
Who next to get they neck chopped
Or popped like a Beck's top, respect the drop
Woopdie-do flows do fifty like a hooptie do
Groupie crews try to figure out from what coop he flew
They outta place, beats sounds like outer space
With no time to waste he was Audi.. without a trace
The song "The Drop" by Viktor Vaughn is a disaffected ode to the rapper's life in which he is either working or indulging in self-pleasure by himself. His absence of inspiration comes out through boredom, and he is not interested in any advice that won't improve him or his work. Vaughn appears to be flawless in his work, at least that's what he claims.
As a well-known performer, fans have heightened expectations of him. He follows a tried-and-true method of winning over any crowd, and he always receives the money first. When he asked who "they" are that dictates his methods, he interrupts himself to describe how he brought a sick woman to the show, causing a commotion in the crowd with a bribe. Even though the audience appreciates his rap, they are both his critics and his executioners.
In the final segment of the verses, Viktor Vaughn concludes with a few apparent critiques of the genre and the music industry as a whole. He states that hip-hop is becoming increasingly freakish and demands that the drama not distract from the music. This is a call to action for fans to hear what the artists are saying, rather than nitpicking their music. It is not a hobby, and one must not be negligent. His character complains that he is being exploited by label executives, much like a bandit. In the end, he asks God to recall his time using the emery board to clean his sneakers, emphasizing that he is a professional rapper in the game.
Line by Line Meaning
If I'm not workin' or puttin' work in
If I'm not busy or actively pursuing my goals
I'm either wheelin' and dealin'
I'm engaging in negotiations and making deals
Or probably jerkin my (censored)
Or probably indulging in personal pleasure
Yep listenin' to nothin', takin' no suggestions
Yep, not interested in listening to anyone's input or advice
All destructive criticisms, that can't improve on perfection
All negative feedback that fails to enhance something that is already perfect
Rock a crowd in sections on a good night.. the hoes fight
Entertain a crowd in different parts of the venue, where even the women get into fights
Always get the dough first then everything else goes right
Always prioritize getting money first, and everything else falls into place
At least that's what they say and who the fuck is they?
At least, that's what people say, but who are these people to dictate?
Make a hick say "what the hey?" brought that chick from sick bay
Astound a rural individual and introduce a girl from a medical facility
Henson he shoulda asked his upperclassmen
Henson should have sought advice from more experienced individuals
Before he bust blast and never trust no Kardassian'
Before he speaks out without hesitation and never trusts someone like a Kardashian
Captains log supplemental
Recording additional information in a log, as if a captain of a ship
The Klingons are now aboard the enterprise rental vessal
The Klingons are now present on the rented spacecraft
On my cue photon torpedo
At my command, launch a photon torpedo
Oh and if I'm not on the block with Jorgito
Oh, and if I'm not on the street with Jorgito
And so on for the street though
And so on, relating to life on the streets
Smoke a pound of leak though
Consume a significant amount of marijuana
I'm jokin' on the fact that hiphop has gone freak show
I'm laughing at the reality that hip-hop has become a bizarre spectacle
Don't let the drama getcha
Don't allow the drama to affect you
In the only genre of music where the fans shoot the messenger
In the only genre of music where the fans blame and harm the messenger
Bitch niggaz talk behind ya back like a catcher
Cowardly individuals gossip about you behind your back, similar to a baseball catcher
Either M-Y-O-B or B-Y-O stretcher
Either mind your own business or bring your own stretcher to carry away the consequences
In that order, man, woman, son, daughter
In that order of priority: man, woman, son, daughter
The beat sound like the underwater, make it from the slaughter
The beat has an underwater-like sound, created from a violent and intense process
Even if you hear some wack shit you never give a chance
Even if you encounter something awful, you refuse to give it an opportunity
Some shit sound like all you could do on fit is riverdance
Some things are so terrible that all you can do is awkwardly dance
It's not a hobby, don't be sloppy
This is not just a hobby, so don't be careless
Doin deals with these labels is likened to a botched robbery
Negotiating with record labels feels like a failed robbery attempt
Nobody supposed to get bodied...golly
Nobody should be harmed or killed...oh my
This shit is like a folly bout to cold flip probably
This situation is like a foolish act, about to drastically change, most likely
It's not me he got a ill spills knot in brooknon
It's not my fault he is experiencing mental and emotional turmoil in Brooknon
Where even though kids kill they still chill and look calm
In Brooknon, even though violence occurs, the children remain calm and relaxed
While workin' on new developments for the book bomb
While working on creating explosive content for the book
In one bad experiment it blew and took a hooker arm (arm and leg)
In one failed experiment, it exploded and caused significant harm to a sex worker
BOW! look mom.. no hand
BOW! See, mom? I have no hand
Studied black magic for years out in no man's land
Spent years studying dark magic in a desolate and uninhabited place
It's like a barbecue all swine cookout
It's like a gathering where all the worst individuals gather
To fuck up they plans like a blind man look out
To ruin their plans, just like a blind man would accidentally interfere
Cram to overstand it, peep it and absorb it
Strain yourself to fully comprehend it, observe it, and take it in
The same way he keep all the planets in they proper orbit
Just like how he maintains the order of planets in their respective orbits
Norbert y'all better off goin' corporate
Norbert, all of you would be better off pursuing corporate careers
Nobody wanna hear that bullshit it's too morbid
Nobody wants to listen to that nonsense because it's too dark and depressing
It's no prints he hold the mic with a mic glove
There are no fingerprints because he holds the microphone with a mic glove
And rolls dolo from state to state like Ike Love
And travels alone from state to state like Ike Love
Like on top of the world loser keep it gully
Feeling superior while the loser maintains a tough and authentic attitude
Rap creeps seem they got too much juice in they belly
Rap artists who act suspiciously seem overconfident and arrogant
It's why they brung V he still hungry
That's why they invited V because he is still eager and motivated
And spit something thick on the mic like a lungie
And deliver something substantial on the microphone, similar to a thick saliva
Mind ya daughter she on line for the water
Pay attention to your daughter, she's waiting in line for the water
To get lucky like when she found a quarter kinda sorta
To have good fortune, similar to when she discovered a quarter, to some extent
Remember me God, clean timbs with emery board?
Do you remember me, God, polishing Timberland boots with an emery board?
He only came to save the game like a memory card
He only arrived to rescue the game, comparable to a memory card
Ooh shrewd, a lot of crews is too rude
Oh, clever, many groups are excessively impolite
And it's way too many let's not and say we do dudes
And there are far too many individuals who pretend, let's avoid them
He said 24-7 I be on call
He claims to be on duty 24-7, always available
He use his vacation days to watch Babylon fall
He utilizes his vacation days to witness the downfall of Babylon
Numbskulls.. get ta steppin' they dumb dull
Stupid individuals... start walking as they lack intelligence
And how he rep the mic is like the weapon from Krull
And his way of representing the microphone is like the weapon from Krull
Cats be like what's wrong with your man black?
People wonder what's wrong with your partner, African American?
Biohazard suit and bandgrap for the anthrax
Wearing a biohazard suit and protective gear for the anthrax
Jeez and can't get no peace
Goodness, can't find any peace
Form blazin sword for the police robeast
Create a flaming sword to battle the police's monstrous robot
Cochise, write a rhyme like a book report
Cochise, compose a rap verse that resembles a book report
And sell it to a rookie you could tell by the hook he bought
And sell it to an inexperienced rapper, indicated by the type of hook he purchased
You ain't know he sell hooks and choruses?
Didn't you know he sells hooks and choruses?
They couldn't bang slang if they looked in thesauruses
They couldn't understand or use hip-hop language even if they consulted a thesaurus
It's like a friendly game of dodge ball
It's similar to a friendly game of dodge ball
Oddball guard y'all, he played the garage wall
Unusual protector, he served as a defender against the wall of the garage
With the Stan Smith's checkerboard lace
Wearing Stan Smith's sneakers with checkerboard laces
And the brand new INF they ain't check the broad waist
And the newly released INF sneakers, they failed to inspect the woman's body shape
You saw his face? so who next to get they neck chopped
Did you see his expression? So, who's next to get their neck severed?
Or popped like a Beck's top, respect the drop
Or popped like the top of a Beck's beer bottle, acknowledge the impact
It's too much wreck hops
There are too many chaotic and destructive hip-hop artists
Woopdie-do flows do fifty like a hooptie do
Impressive flows achieve a level of excellence comparable to a dilapidated car
Groupie crews try to figure out from what coop he flew
Fans who idolize him attempt to determine the type of luxury vehicle he arrived in
They outta place, beats sounds like outer space
They are out of their element, the beats sound unfamiliar and peculiar
With no time to waste he was Audi.. without a trace
With no time to spare, he quickly disappeared without leaving any evidence behind
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: D Dumile, Matthew Walden McDonald
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