Showbiz & A.G.

Showbiz & A.G. - Drop It Heavy lyrics

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[KRS One] Ha ha. Never fear. KRS!
 Verse one: KRS One
 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 for two or three minutes  you can time me
 You the dopest emcee? I leave that ass sizzlin
 I'm giving more rhythm than gang rapes in prison
 You small time; you ain't a pro, yeah you kicked the wrong rhyme
 But you showing 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 scatterway
 I battle Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, wait, let me
 check the schedule again, Saturday
 I think you outta follow your squad, they ran that away
 You rapper, you 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 bring, 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 sticking in
 Gossip and scandal, I don't put my lips in it
 Grow up, I'm moving like a U-haul truck
 You all stuck cause you all suck buck, buck buck-buck-buck-buck!
 Forget the cut, ?hasta la? stops, I bring it to your buttocks, enough
 glocks

 Verse two: Big Punisher

 Yo; my squad is on it like Elijah Muhammed
 But I'm garbage, hard, ain't no richeousness in this heart of violence
 Hard as diamond, but I'm in the rough, listen up
 If you ever see me with the Feds, you can better send the cuffs
 Ain't no snitch in us, dickin us, unofficial nuts
 Everything we are, your side wish you was
 Official thugs in it, ?bust? for fresh air ?? connections, drug
 addictions
 Still seeing the judge for drug possesion
 The 4 D's, all these, is more reas' to either get big
 Or leave and let live, we the best that gives, TS
 Ain't nobody else, we probably thug, plus its all the way on top of the
 shelf
 I'm locking your wealth, with the master keys, freeze
 I'm trying to breeze, I'ma squeeze and blast ya back to your knees
 So pass the keys, please don't test the toaster
 My tech will roast your body faster than Ferraris test the roadster
 He gettin closer to death, Rico's got a hold on your breath
 Your going straight to Hell, 'less you sell your soul for your flesh
 You was close to the bread, now you froze on your bed
 A minute ago, you was probably fucked, holdin your dick
 Now what's the problem? you ain't nothing like what you said on your
 album
 I thought you was wilin', bustin your guns and running The Island
 You wasn't violent, you was a child trying to get college credits
 How pathetic, didn't take it out on the ?counter statics?
 I ?dial rappers? with power lyrics my machinas is my insurance
 Kill me appearance, I'll shine as a spirit
 You gotta fear it, cause every last gem is poison
 You gotta share it, you can't win, you better join em
 I'm annointing niggaz like the holy gods
 Cause I'm the only rapper, loco
 To smoke you with fire-blowing nostrils
 Watch for the toast, when you see it you better tell yours
 ?One law? calling the giant, to smoke yours

 Verse three: AG

 Went from welfare to Bel Air, and hell ya, I hold heat
 With a light on niggaz, like police, so don't sleep
 The sun shines, brighter, than any star
 Rap terrorist, bomb mikes, in the name of Allah
 Show and AG, is who we are
 Forever terror all I need is 26 letters and 16 bars
 I be bomb dropping, verses, that be so def
 Searching for those who cold slept, till there's no left
 Curios, how we still around
 Mysterious, like a dope fiend, clean, never touching the ground
 And you knew it, when you heard us I'm fluent with this
 Emcees wanna serve us, DJ's are mad nervous
 But can't hurt us, they got the ??, I beat
 GD for life, roll with D-I-T-C
 Short for D-I-G-G-I-N, double it
 Add the craze, 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, to fan in the weight
 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 trite, I bite, when you bark, so save it
 He has to be, a Master P, immitation, cause he ain't Bout It plus he
 ain't Tru
 Showing that same two, since he first came through
 Fuck selling, ya supposed to rock and blow the spot, I set the game, too
 If we don't climax, we can't blame you
 Told shorty riding shotgun, ain't that true?
 It musta hit her off guard, she wasn't ready
 Mind was occupied on gettin sweaty, we lay it heavy
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: D.I.T.C. Records

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Released in: 1998

Language: English

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