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D.I.T.C. f A.G., Big Punisher, KRS-One - Drop it Heavy

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[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 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

[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, 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`ma 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 was`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, 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

[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 Tudy
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

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