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Drop Yo Top

E.S.G.

Da Heavyweighters Tilting the Scale

2006

rock with me
Swang and bang I'm back in the game, come on y'all drop
Tops with me

Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.

Drop Yo Top

E.S.G.

City Under Siege

2000

rock with me
Swang and bang I'm back in the game, come on y'all drop
Tops with me

Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.

Let It Bang

The X-ecutioners

Built From Scratch

2002

And a nigga first love is a drug
We all fascinated by thug activity, street life liberty
Whole ghetto remedy, toss 'em a slug

It's the untameable, nonflammable

Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That

You’re Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN

I’ve seen love go by my door
It’s never been this close before
Never been so easy

Nobody touching me
I am like cutlery
Spreading the butter to brothers right under me
My girl a luxury, she ain't the same
They only know you by your

you 
Round the clock
I try not to make it seem like 
I don't wanna be involved 
I know I've been slippin' y'all 
Yeah this is Dylan takin' fault 
Abby

don't do shit
Gotta get back in the stu, gotta make it
Watch me when I make it, break the matrix
Watch me get a motherfucking house by the forest with all

it they will come kill us?
Young nigga trynna get weathy like Bob Dylan
This one for the city now who gonn be top billing?
I really be talking money

to hate
I know a nigga who pop Perc's just to get by through the day
I'm from that warzone, uh
I seen a nigga lose his life, it was external bleeding

I'm back in the game, come on y'all drop
Tops with me
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, on these

I'm back in the game, come on y'all drop
Tops with me
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, on these

Managing the district 
Humor us by claiming that your 
Motives aren't intrinsic
Yet the moment that you clock out 
You're the only one who benefit

Dylan

like a kite, it wouldn't cost a price
And even if it did it always be right, just like I'm Bob Barker
When I speak, pay attention, go over my words

wanna say
"BAOW" and get ya crew amped up
Cause now-a days a "BAOW" is really all
It take for the gas to start
I've mastered arts
I say I'm the devil in

I went on my own to
Jamaica, to Bob Marley's old studio
And sang of a lovely, doomed young friend:

"Fatima Fatima, I'm in America
I make rhymes and I

Interlude 5

Lauryn Hill

MTV Unplugged No. 2.0

2002

just, you know, after all that, I'm just ready to be me. And it's a lot to work through, you know, because all of us have hidden in these little boxes

perks of being God's gift
I'm gift wrapped, they ain't gone never try me
It ain't only on phones I'm verified by Face-ID
Look. Trying to get closer

of truth, I'll give you facts right now
Fuck this cypher, my mind ain't on rap right now
So it's fuck metaphors and punches, all the witty shit
Got

I'm wondering if all these girls
Dress so nice
Why don't they want to talk to me
Honestly, I want surprise like Gillespie
Surrounded by so many folks

said I'm only warming up
This is for the pioneers from Primo to Pete yo this high science here
Avant garde East Coast make 'em bob they heads
Nigga, my

a menace with a ministry
Crawl through Venice like a centipede
I did indeed
I'm Pistol Pete when a pen in reach
It ain't all about the Benjamins
I been

those three though
Holy hell, you don’t know me, you owe me
I only grab a microphoney ‘cause
Y’all dudes are acting phony
I’m getting sick, commit me, put

Happy Ending

Tech N9ne

Killer

2008

spirits, see the blood I'm hackin' up
I love my kids and my fans, inside I sob harder
Cause you paid the price for my life and its right like bob barker