Drop It Heavy (Buckwild Remix)

featuring Big Punisher KRS One 
[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 want to battle me, you want to 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 you-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 possession 
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 anointing 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 want to 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-see 
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 want to 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