Drop Up

[Verse One] Ashes to ashes when classes are clashing My raps, rich like they had the patent for Aspirin I'm the not the preachy dude, this ain't a chill party It's full of women but most of them stuck in male bodies You follow I won't show you where I'm a be Since I ain't got no crumbs of bread I'll drop a trail of MC's And it's my honest work, but it's my honor words So I got all the pull, I make your compass work They drawn to me, they love the discussion That I make you fall if I don't double or nothing Collateral nil, I take my unusual stance And make number one, make number two in his pants And draw circle with a slash, don't know how to spell "can't" Rappers, I'll burp your baby asses, these ain't pat from the back I'm the addition, do you add? See my limited class These bitches will move they ass, y'all ain't made out of glass It's like... [Hook] Hey What ya say? If you talking 'bout me then move out the way Hey I'd like to stay I'll just shut off my skins and go about my way [Verse Two] (What is it?) It's your personal thoughts, the victories/follies And the...why am I here and not in Hawaii's It's the...cops and the cocky The clock in her body From the we're not going to take it so we're not going to lobby It's the breath and the brain, the hands [?] [?] speech and the thought, the band to the width It's to lessen the weapons in the hand's of a little nigga In language that people understand like a middle finger The power to lust, the song the sacred From the people that say it when the emperor's naked Fucking...throw a towel at him Throw your towel in too You are foul/fowl and you, just on our menu Got proof that I kill the tracks, won't show where I hid the knives That's why I'm still loose in rap, this shit here is vintage Rise I'll exit an enterprise like it wasn't decked to size My name on a pencil side, leave one on the desk and slide [Hook] [Verse Three] So we overshadow like a group of clouds or a chubby man And understand we perform to a rubber band And beats stretch out, no popping and spit Never lands, I'm flaw/floor-less like a bottomless pit (Who are you?) I'm rap's energy, lost like "Remember me?" I sling old slang to refresh your memory Important something trying to stop me from talking My heads up and people sticking out they legs when I'm walking So I, walk like I'm jogging, jog like I run Run like I drive and drive like I'm flying I come In like I'm fly, at least that's how it's appearing Speakers on they mini disc I'm playing just people cheering Relax, I wait for my ketchup Chill like I'm very patient Times I think I'm too kind like a variation Show you begin steps and tell you what I invest But don't judge the book by the cover or the index Ingest the text when it's second to none I come in third to minus one, I put the F.U. in "fun" [Hook]