D.I.T.C., Big Pun, KRS-One - Drop it Heavy lyrics

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 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 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 skill
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 suck
Duck duck buck buck buck
Forget the cut hops, your luck stops
I bring it to your buttocks, with nuff Glocks

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, bitchin 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 pass the cheese
Please don't test the toaster
My tech'll roast ya body
Faster than Ferrari's Testarosta
You're 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 wasn't violent
You was silent tryin to get college credit's
How pathetic
Did it to get out of the calisthenics
I'm dianetics combined wit lyrics
My matureness is my insurance
Kill 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 niggas 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

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 Killers
Y'all Replacements for John Woo
This is "Full Scale" shit 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 shit