Drop, hit the floor, habitual, how we spit the roll
Drop, that's the ritual, or just bow to this if it gets you all
I heard money is the root of all evil
*, I want a meal now, give me two for the seagull
Too broke for my rent, I just smoke till I'm bent
Spend cash so fast, never know where, when
Hand it up to right here, put an end to this nightmare
Shine like a brand new white pear, night air
I ain't a player, I just * around
Y'all can't touch the crown, had you ducking down
* is underground, stop, say my name
Motherfuckers wanna play, let me lay my game
Mr. Knight, the one who holds light, push Fahrenheit
Got chains with no ice, just silver low price
Pop, hitting the floor, banging in the club
Can't take it no more, you get the chop
I spit the roar, pack a barrel of your dangerous bombs
And blow them on tall foes
Knock, out the frame, take the whole board out
Like a bull, I'm a bull, I'm a bull
Like pieces on chess games
On all kings, crush pawns
All kings bring storms
Swords swing, slash man score
I'm in the alley with niggas ready to rally
Steady with the chatty, plotting on a wall
With a fatty, real niggas up, hoes stay down
Rookie from the back, rolls up, expose the sound
Drop, hit the floor
Habitual, how we spit the roll
Drop, that's the ritual
Or just bow to this if it gets you off
Drop, hit the floor
Habitual, how we spit the roll
Drop, that's a ritual
Or just bow to this if it gets you off
Now you in a gangsta lean
Anxious to get the crane
Going dolo in the magazine
Pretty boy, slice your face up like you blink
What you think, your crew ran hot
But you pink, drop
Put your face on the floor, your face is my fault
For you, it was like facing the Lord
Assume your position, stop, look and listen
If you curse the N-word
Pay the doctor, I'm missing
I don't work out until I die
I'm a body, cause that's a wrong
I'm like Omar Gaddafi, and I'm Saddam
Who's saying we ain't pure enough
Roll it up, tatter sauce, the Quran on our arms
In the law we trust, ain't got God in us
God got us in him, when the sun go down
And there's gusty winds, there'll be no more shine
Like a rusty link, must be there forever
Kindustrian
Drop, hit the floor
Habitual, how we spit the roll
Drop, that's the ritual
Or just bow to this if it gets you off
Drop, hit the floor
Habitual, how we spit the roll
Drop, that's the ritual
Or just bow to this if it gets you off
My heavy downpour for sure will rinse the game
Got you praying for a kiss, then come, here's we came
Intense, we're taking hits, we split the pain
Prohibit your *, if your script is plain
Stop reaching, preach from the altar on the weekends
Like a preacher, so pay attention when I'm speaking
On tracks, we set the course for all weaklings
Metaphorically, we set the course for all weaklings
Metaphorically, we set the course for all weaklings
We speak it, you ain't *
We rhyme like out of your eyesight
You're listening, we wind back
Trying to define that
My business is on some other
See eye to eye, it ain't likely to happen
Pick up a mic and see what happens
And yo, I came in the door, never said this before
Pound here, pound there, progress to the floor
Hold my drink, just tune bangin'
Let's tango
Nod your head to a triple-X sample
Survey says, Simon says
Y'all know what time it is
Words from a finalist
The last man standing
* it, last fan standing






This ain't a world group, just a rap band
Anthem, club banger
With a rough edge to it
Plus grammar
That'll touch heads
Stupid, do the math
Add this, subtract that
Multiply by nine
Take a bite of the crime
Crunch, drop