Drop it Heavy

Lyrics

[Intro: KRS-One] That's right On any beat, we sail Don't put your money on bail, put it on Full Scale Ha hah! Never fail [Verse 1: KRS-One] KRS! I'd rather have a hundred-thousand true heads buy me Than one million of your fake fanatics behind me I keep it grimy, chase me, you will never find me I'll take you out in 2 or 3 minutes, you can time me You the dopest MC? I'll leave that ass sizzlin' I'm givin' more rhythm than gang rapes in prison You small time, you ain't a pro; yeah, you kick the raw rhyme But your show and your flow – that's all mine Oh, silly me, if I call on my lyric ability I'll bring it right straight to your door, free delivery Get with me, now I spit rap I represent Peace and Knowledge, but I will contradict that! Click-a-click-clack, you don't wanna battle me, you wanna scat away I battle Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Wait, let me check the schedule again... Saturday I think you oughta follow your squad, they ran that-a-way These rappers be played out, spaced out, no format Now why would you place your money on that? I drop more bars than Sing-Sing Cha-ching! Real teachers teach real things I brings knowledge and skill, you should try to get with it Challenging knowledge, only means that you're ignorant With the sword of justice – your throat, I'm stickin' it Gossip and scandal? I don't put my lips in it Grow up, I'm movin' like a U-Haul truck You all stuck, 'cause you all suck Duck, duck, buck, duck, buck, buck! Forget the cup, hops, your luck stops I'll bring ya to your buttocks, with 'nuff Glocks [Verse 2: Big Pun] Yo, my squad is honored like Elijah Muhammad But I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence Hard as Diamond, but I'm in the rough; listen up If you ever see me wit' the Feds, you can bet it's in the cuffs Ain't no snitch in us, bitch in us, unofficial-ness Every deen, we outside – you wish you was Official thugs in the drug profession Drug connections, drunk addictions Still seein' the judge for drug possession The four-D's, all these is more reas' To either get big, or leave and let live We the best there is – T.S., ain't nobody else We probably Dove, 'cause we all the way at top of the shelf I'm lockin' your wealth, with the master keys Freeze, don't try to breeze, or I'ma squeeze And blast the back of your knees; just pass the cheese Please, don't test the toaster My TEC could roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarossa You're gettin' closer to death, Reaper's got a hold of your breath You going straight to hell, 'less you sell your soul for your flesh You was posin' a threat, now you froze in the bed Minute ago – you was poppin' shit, holdin' ya dick Now what's the problem? You ain't nothin' like you said on your album I thought you was wildin', bustin' your guns, and runnin' the Island? You wasn't violent You was silent, tryin' to get college credits How pathetic – did it to get out of the calisthenics I'm Dianetics combined with lyrics My matureness is my insurance Kill my appearance, I'ma shine in spirit Ya gotta fear it – 'cause every last gem is poison Ya gotta cheer it – ya can't win, you better join 'em I'm head-anointing niggas, like the Holy Gospel I'm the only vato loco to smoke ya with fire-blowing nostrils Watch for the toast – when you see it, you better draw yours Born Lords – call in The Giant, it's all yours [Verse 3: A.G.] Went from welfare to Bel Air, and hell yeah, I hold heat With a license to kill, like police, so don't sleep The son shines, brighter, than any star Rap terrorist, bomb mics in the name of Allah Show & A.G. is who we are, forever terror All I need is 26 letters and 16 bars I'll be bomb droppin', verses that be so def Searchin' for those who cold slept, 'til there's no left Curious how we still around? Mysterious Like a dope fiend lean, never touching the ground And you knew it when you heard us I'm fluent with this, MC's wanna serve us DJ's are mad nervous, but can't hurt us They get the dick, I be G.D. for life, roll with D.I.T.C.  Short for D-I-G-G-I-N, double it Add the Crates, now they lovin' it No need to cover it, let it shine like the sun do Now who reflect like us? None do But still come through humble, even when I play with it Convey it in a way that sounds so dope You wanna quote and learn to say it Underdog for life, ain't commercial enough to be the favorite I'm trife, I bite, when you bark, so save it He has to be a Master P imitation 'Cause he ain't "'Bout It," plus he ain't TRU Show & A., the same two, since we first came through Niggas yellin', "y'all supposed to rock and blow the spot," I said "we aim to" "If you don't climax, we can't blame you" Told shorty ridin' shotgun, "Ain't that true?" It must have hit her off-guard, she wasn't ready Mind was occupied on gettin' sweaty, we lay it heavy