Droppin Gramma (Tic Mix) [Clean Mix]

Main One ft. O.C. - “Droppin Gramma (Tic Mix)”
[Emcee(s): Main One and O.C.]
[Producer(s): Tic]

[Hook: Main One and (O.C.)]
Can we gets down?
No doubt, (no question).  This is how
We do, coming through on your section.  (Can we get down?)
(No doubt), no question. (This is how)
(We do, coming through on your section)

[Verse 1: Main One]
Uh, check it out
I hold my own like I’m masturbating—fuck the faking
My rhymes get iller, style disturb like a Bellevue patient
The Main delivers like an obstetrician—who you kidding?
I get you open like a malnutrition in the kitchen
Lyrically gifted, I rip shit like parking tickets
Get the hint, kid. Your crew getting twisted
Cowards be acting like it’s Hollywood, fronting mental
Fuck with Main, I hurt your ass like a homosexual
I stain emcees like bed sheets—watch me wreck these
Represent these. Coward, please, you shouldn’t test these
The Main Uno molest your style like Menudo
Strip away your title like Tyson did Frank Bruno
I’m lacing emcees like the Foot Locker, ripping proper
Drugging competition like a doctor—understand me, partner?

[Hook: Main One and (O.C.)]
(Can we get down?)
(No doubt), no question. (This is how)
(We do, coming through on your section). Can we gets down?
No doubt, (no question). This is how
We do, coming through on your section

[Verse 2: O.C.]
My lyrical tendencies expand all the way
To Japan, even Italians in Sicily
My rhymes enter your enzymes
Multiply my intellect by yours ten times
Who thought O-Period-C-Period was in effect no more?
Managed to stay afloat, so, therefore, your
Assumption was a sigh of relief. The chief
Who never leave his Indians in times of grief bust it
You got a bird’s-eye view of me, for an album
Of change didn’t sell, though my presence still remain
Some say my shit was too intense for the average
Mindstate to take in, but, with O, that’s what you’re facing
Fuck that. Ain’t gonna tone my shit down for
No man. You can be bigger than the Barbarian Conan
Or Crimson Dynamo or Destroyer
Benign evil. Rhymes schemes are cock-diesel, this be
Foreplay before the actual orgasmic
Climax to masses with strategies and passes
Tongue lashes, O-Zone is my home
Figure to shine like white gold flooded with stones
Fans maintain, you’ll have a lot to gain
And watch Main One, son, bring the fucking pain

[Hook: Main One and (O.C.)]
Can we gets down?
No doubt, (no question). This is how
We do, coming through on your section. (Can we get down?)
(No doubt), no question. (This is how)
(We do, coming through on your section)

[Verse 3: Main One]
Uh, I’m not the one to be fucked with like an AIDS patient
Your style’s basic, get no light like a fucking basement
Nigga, face it like acne. Your style is wack, G
I’m bagging emcees like Acme. Fuck a Grammy
I’m wrecking you and your crew, tax your revenue
Pulling back your wigs like those transsexual niggas do
My style be hitting like a jealous husband. Tell me something:
Why you fronting? Get your whole crew fucked up for nothing
I snatch careers like a purse thief. Couldn’t hurt these
Get rid of Main. The Main’s for life like catching herpes
I break it down like mathematicians, steady razor-spitting
Impeach your ass like Nixon, push ‘em back like circumcisions
I put the squeeze on competition like Mr. Ripper
Plain and simple, ain’t too many emcees got the skills that I do
I’m breaking emcees up like… bring it to me
I got a line of niggas all about to fucking feel me
Your “Time’s Up”—ask O.C. Nigga, what?
‘Cause this is how it’s going down, son, head to gut

[Hook: Main One and (O.C.)] (x2)
(Can we get down?)
(No doubt), no question. (This is how)
(We do, coming through on your section). Can we gets down?
No doubt, (no question). This is how
We do, coming through on your section