Texty: KRS One. The Mix Tape. Down the Charts.

You cats still worried about chart position
It's the heart that your missin'
It's the art that your missin'
Just a little something to hold y'all over
The Kristal album on the way, word up
When you're number one, everybody come

But when you drop to two, everybody still with you
But when you drop to three, everybody want to see
But when you drop to four, everybody still endures
But when you drop to five, people will help you strive

When you drop to six, you still in every mix
But when you drop to seven, people start guessin'
When you drop to eight, people hesitate
But when you drop to nine, that's when you start to find

That when you drop to ten, you start to lose your friends
When you drop to eleven, your record stop sellin'
When you drop to twelve, it's everyone for themselves
So when you drop to thirteen, you stop working

When you drop to fourteen, no more self esteem
You drop to fifteen, 'cuz you lived and you seen
When you drop to sixteen, you now out the scene
When you drop to seventeen, you see things you never seen

Like when you drop to eighteen, you know what it mean
So drop to nineteen, and on then to twenty
At nineteen, you lose your honey
At twenty, your money to a Playboy bunny

At twenty one, things ain't funny
At twenty two, you don't know what to do
So you hit twenty three, you look for security
So you drop to twenty four, no more can you endure

When you drop to twenty five, at the bottom you've arrived
When you drop to twenty six, you in a old school mix
When you drop to twenty seven, until you start steppin'
When you drop to twenty eight, you start to meditate
When you drop to twenty nine, you expand your mind
When you drop to thirty, you see it was all dirty

No you drop to thirty two, and it occurs to you
When you hit thirty three, now you can see
That it's all about skill and a love for the art
Not whose above or whose below in the chart

You got to look in your heart
It's there where you start
I and hip hop are never ever ever apart
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