Drop it Heavy

[KRS-One]<br>That`s right, on any beat we sale<br>Don`t put your money on bail, put it on Full Scale<br>Ha ha, never fail, KRS<br><br>I`d rather have a hundred-thousand true heads by me<br>Than one million of your fake fanatics behind me<br>I keep it grimy, chase me, you will never find me<br>I take you out in two or three minutes, you can time me<br>You the dopest MC? I leave that ass sizzlin<br>I`m givin more rhythm than gang rapes in prison<br>You small time, you ain`t a pro<br>Yeah you kick the raw rhymes, but your show and your flow<br>That`s all mine<br>Oh silly me, if I call on my lyric ability<br>I`ll bring it right, straight to your jaw, free delivery<br>Get wit me, now I spit rap<br>I represent peace and knowledge, but I will contradict that!<br>Click-a-click clap<br>You don`t wanna battle me, you wanna scat away<br>I battle Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday<br>Wait, let me check the schedule again, Saturday<br>I think you oughta follow your squad, they ran thataway<br>These rappers be played out, spaced out, no format<br>Now why would you place your money on that?<br>I drop more bars than Sing-Sing, cha-ching!<br>Real teachers teach real things<br>I brings knowledge and skill, you should try to get with it<br>Challenging knowledge only means that ya ignorant<br>With the Sword of Justice, your throat I`m stickin in<br>Gossip and scandal, I don`t put my lips in it<br>Grow up, I`m movin like a U-Haul truck<br>You all stuck cuz you all suck, duck duck buck buck buck<br>Forget the cut hops, your luck stops<br>I bring it to your buttocks, with nuff glocks<br><br>[Big Punisher]<br>Yo, my squad is honored it like Elijah Muhammed<br>But I`m God-retarded, ain`t no righteousness in this heart of violence<br>Hard as diamond but I`m in the ruff, listen up<br>If you ever see me wit the Feds you can bet it`s in the cuffs<br>Ain`t no snitchin us, bitchin us<br>Unofficial-ness, everything we are, side you wish you was<br>Official thugs in the drug profession<br>Drug connections, drug addictions<br>Still seein the judge for drug possession<br>The four-D`s, all these is more reas<br>To either get big, leave or let live<br>We the best there is TS, ain`t nobody else<br>We probably Dove cuz we all way on top of the shelf<br>I`m lockin your wealth wit the master keys, freeze<br>Don`t try to breeze, I`ma squeeze and blast the back of your knees<br>Just pass the cheese, please don`t test the toaster<br>My tech`ll roast ya body faster than Ferrari`s Testarosta<br>You`re gettin closer to death, Reaper`s got a hold on your breath<br>You goin straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh<br>You was posin a threat, now you froze in the bed<br>Minute ago, you was poppin shit, holdin ya dick<br>Now what`s the problem, you ain`t nuttin like you said on your album<br>I thought you was wildin, bustin your guns and runnin the island<br>You was`t violent, you was silent tryin to get college credits<br>How pathetic, did it to get out of the collasthetics<br>I`m dianetics combined wit lyrics<br>My matureness is my insurance, kill my appearance, I`m a shinin spirit<br>You gotta fear it, cuz every last gem is poison<br>You gotta cheer it, if you can`t win you better join em<br>I`m head-annointin niggas like the Holy Gospel<br>I`m the only voco to walk and smoke you wit fire-blowin nostrils<br>Watch for the toast, when you see it you better draw yours<br>Warlords, callin The Giant, it`s all yours<br><br>[A.G.]<br>Now check flacco, siete quato rocks in my music note<br>It don`t take a lot for you to go<br>There`s a lot that you should know<br>Like I rock the future flow<br>I can`t be stopped, refuse to go, and still great, Show<br>Dug in the milk crates, so we label this cream<br>Plus my vocals, now we able to gleam<br>A`s-Team used to be local, now we get love from mainstream<br>Rock from Shanghai to Beijing, stay high`s the main theme<br>Used to have a crush on Regine when she was Tudy<br>Rappers actin fruity, tryin to black and blue me<br>He must be actin a movie<br>I`m dirty, like double-platinum in a hooptie<br>Now let`s double back for these groupies<br>Back up behind the ropes, Show and A come through<br>We the real Killers, y`all Replacements for John Woo<br>This is "Full Scale" shit here, the weak disappear<br>They only eat in our off-years, check the CD, it`s all there<br>You`ll be bustin the speaker, puffin the reefer<br>Can`t spit like I spit so you get hype and bust your heater<br>Heard your chick`s on my dick, I would love to meet her<br>Hit it, and toss it like it ain`t nuttin either<br>And catch you on the rebound like Dennis<br>My sound sells in and out of town<br>This a chemistry and I got it now<br>They wanted Six`s for the Range but I got `em down<br>To twenty and a brick, now I`m out wit this money and shit