Show - Drop it Heavy lyrics

[KRS-One] That's right, on any beat we sale Don't put your money on bail, put it on Full Scale Ha ha, 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 grimy, chase me, you will never find me I take you out in two or three minutes, you can time me You the dopest MC? I leave that a** sizzlin I'm givin more rhythm than gang rapes in prison You small time, you ain't a pro Yeah you kick the raw rhymes, 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 wit 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 thataway 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 sk**, you should try to get with it Challenging knowledge only means that ya ignorant With the Sword of Justice, your throat I'm stickin in Gossip and scandal, I don't put my lips in it Grow up, I'm movin like a U-Haul truck You all stuck cuz you all s**, duck duck buck buck buck Forget the cut hops, your luck stops I bring it to your bu*tocks, with nuff Glocks [Big Punisher] 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 ruff, listen up If you ever see me wit the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs Ain't no snitchin us, b**hin us Unofficial-ness, everything we are, side 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, leave or let live We the best there is TS, ain't nobody else We probably Dove cuz we all way on top of the shelf I'm lockin your wealth wit the master keys, freeze Don't try to breeze, I'mma squeeze and blast the back of your knees Just pa** the cheese, please don't test the toaster My tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarosta You're gettin closer to d**h, 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 sh**, 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 wasn't violent, you was silent tryin to get college credits How pathetic, did it to get out of the collasthetics I'm dianetics combined wit lyrics My matureness is my insurance, k** my appearance, I'm a shinin spirit You gotta fear it, cuz every last gem is poison You gotta cheer it, if you can't win you better join em I'm head-annointin n***as like the Holy Gospel I'm the only voco to walk and 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.] Now check flacco, siete quato rocks in my music note It don't take a lot for you to go There's a lot that you should know Like I rock the future flow I can't be stopped, refuse to go, and still great, Show Dug in the milk crates, so we label this cream Plus my vocals, now we able to gleam A's-Team used to be local, now we get love from mainstream Rock from Shanghai to Beijing, stay high's the main theme Used to have a crush on Regine when she was Tootie Rappers actin fruity, tryin to black and blue me He must be actin a movie I'm dirty, like double-platinum in a hooptie Now let's double back for these groupies Back up behind the ropes, Show and A come through We the real k**ers, y'all Replacements for John Woo This is "Full Scale" sh** here, the weak disappear They only eat in our off-years, check the CD, it's all there You'll be bustin the speaker, puffin the reefer Can't spit like I spit so you get hype and bust your heater Heard your chick's on my dick, I would love to meet her Hit it, and toss it like it ain't nuttin either And catch you on the rebound like Dennis My sound sells in and out of town This a chemistry and I got it now They wanted Six's for the Range but I got 'em down To twenty and a brick, now I'm out wit this money and sh**