Classic Verses (drop It Heavy And Fantastic 4) Lyrics

Classic Verses (drop It Heavy And Fantastic 4) lyrics

* [Verse One] -- from the Show & A.G. "Full Scale EP"



* [Verse Two] -- from the DJ Clue CD "The Professional"







[Verse One]



Yo, my squad is honored like Elijah Muhammad



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 with the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs



Ain't no snitch in us, bitch in us



Unofficial-ness, 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 and let live



We the best there is T.S., ain't nobody else



We probably Dove, cause we all way on top of the shelf



I'm lockin your wealth with the master keys, freeze



Don't try to breeze, or 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 Testarossa



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 calisthetics



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, you can't win you better join em



I'm head-annointin niggas like the Holy Gospel



I'm the only vato loco to smoke you with fire-blowin nostrils



Watch for the toast, when you see it, you better draw yours



Warlords, callin The Giant, it's all yours







[Verse Two]



Fuck all y'all non-believers; I roll with God, the Squad and T.S.



Out with the B.S. we platinum, they even doubted Jesus



Niggas is 85%, I'm 400 solid



Brain-bolic with knowledge, cock-diesel scholars



Holdin it down, walkin around with gold by the pound



Frozen and drowned with diamond boulders all in the crown



Talk of the town, soakin you down wit toast 'til you drown



Ghost you and pound your corpse with a force that'll open the ground



Save the jokes for the clowns, I'm on the serious tip



You keep playin.. and I get furious quick



And now I take you for a walk through the ghetto



Either spark your metal or get outlined in chalk by the devil



I rep the borough that mothered this rap shit, I used to clap shit



Now I just lay back and mack on some mack shit



I used to have to pack a mac in back of the Ac[ura]



Now I relax and stack platinum plaques in my shack



It's like that, but don't think I won't counter act



My niggaz is strapped and quick to lay a bitch on his back



I'm swift with the mac, quicker than Kung Fu



with the reflexes of a cat, and the speed of a mongoose