| (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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