Artist: A.G. f/ Big Pun, KRS-One Album: The Dirty Version Song: Drop it Heavy Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [10 second news 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, KRS I'd rather have a hundred-thousand true heads by me Than one million of your fake fanatics behind me I keep it grimey, 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 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 jaw, free delivery Get with me, now I spit rap I represent peace and knowledge, but I will contradict that! Click-a-click clap, 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-away 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 buck buck Forget the curb hops, your luck stops I bring it to your buttocks, with nuff glocks [Big Pun] Yo, my squad is honored it like Elijah Muhammed 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 snitchin us, bitchin us Unofficialness, everything we are star, you wish you was Official thugs in the drug profession Drug connections, drug addictions Still seein the judge for drug possession The four-D's, all these is more reas' to either get big, or leave or let live We the best there is T.S., ain't nobody else We probably Dove; cause we all way on top of the shelf I'm lockin your wealth, with the master keys freeze Don't try to breeze, I'ma squeeze and blast the back of your knees Just pass the cheese, please don't test the toaster My tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarossa You gettin closer to death, reaper's got a hold on your breath You goin straight to hell as 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 nuttin like you said on your album I thought you was wildin bustin your guns and runnin the Island You was'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'm a shinin spirit You gotta fear it, cause every last gem is poison You gotta cheer it, if you can't win you better join 'em I'm head-annointin niggaz like the Holy Gospel I'm the only vato loco to smoke you wit fire-blowin nostrils Watch for the toast, when you see it, you better draw yours Warlords, callin The Giant, it's all yours [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 sun 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 depth Searchin for those who co-slept, 'til there's no left Curious, how we still around, mysterious Like a dopefiend clean, never touchin 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, niggaz yellin Y'all supposed to rock and blow the spot, I said we aim to If we 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"