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

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[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]