I Gotta (Get Down)

[Verse One] I take rap to the pinnacle with my cynical interview Forensics magnify the rhymes, none are identical React To the track when it go boom boom bap Bring the Indian rain rap So I can remain In touch You'll honor the last left, brain rhymer My presence on the mic is water on the rocks in a sauna Huh, lyrical scenery An uninhabited world of greenery And plus my psychic ability enables me to see That you're not what you seem to be The pro (MO STYLES) Than cliffs On the Grand Canyon When I drop one watch one land where your man's standin' Might just ram my hand with your teeth But I'm righteous carnivorous Animals bite this I give you a spot to start at Right there Your niggas be like, "You saw that?!" You like, "Where?!" Subconscious brain pain, call it a nightmare Now that I got you seein' the light, STARE Yeah, it's aimin' dead into your retina Not to threaten' ya but just let me KNOW [Hook] Is it hot or not? Shoot the shot ya got If not then pop When every nigga rock the spot I got...to get down (boogie) I got...to get down [Verse Two] So many fables from labels it's hard to stay stable But a nigga stay up like seat backs or trey tables Peep that At any lecture that I speak at I'm pitifully ridiculin' weak cats For being ridiculous with the shit ya bust I can tell ya sniffin' dust, tryin' to riff with us Nigga, I bust rhymes like pomegranates Fuck around and run the planet Make the underhanded want to panic I'm the fliest on papyrus Look deep into my iris and try to deny US It's religion that I rip the rhythm Got all fans wavin' they hands like hypnotism And the weightless hate this When I fuck around and start rippin' off the top like a rapist While you stand by the mic on the wait list (I'm next man, I'm next) [Hook] [x2] Is it hot or not? Shoot the shot ya got If not then pop When every nigga rock the spot I got...to get down (boogie) I got...to get down [Verse Three] When it gets hectic a dope fiend will use a Coca Cola can for a smokin' utensil Like I wrote this rap, with a broken pencil I smokes like a freight train One man with eight brains Punch will make a sadomasochist hate pain Fatal, disastrous Wait till I master this Your glorious Like Plato and ?The Audorius? It's likely we fuck with your psyche Developin' mental mic maneuvers to make these marks like me I be a wonder with words Keep my styles inventive, spinnin' at 33 and 1/3 The heard of me in the flats, heard of me in the burbs Studied my etiquette, lyrics embedded in tracks Lookin' for action? Peep the predicate you better get back My format with raps stay ahead of the wack It's like you're lost in the Sudan, caught in a sand trap And palmin' Anthrax, tell your man, "Stand back" Or I'll apply the pressure by hand man They can't stand that My shit EXPLODE, where ever it land at Up to the head A nigga got his own sack Wack vulture, hover where the microphone at Like that [Hook] [x2] Is it hot or not? Shoot the shot ya got If not then pop When every nigga rock the spot I got...to get down (boogie) I got...to get down Outro: You knowwwww. Shit. I see you right there bwoy