Showbiz, A.G., KRS-One, Big Pun - Drop it Heavy lyrics

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 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 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 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-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

Yo, my squad is honored 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 snitch in us, bitch in us
Unofficialness, everything we outside
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 TS, ain't nobody else
We probably delf 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'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 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 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 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-anointing niggas 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, call in The Giant, it's all yours

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 & AG 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 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
GD for life, roll with DI, TC
Short for D-I, G-G, IN
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 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"