I Get Down

Yo, Big ups to 91.5 live from the cold K-Dub Just reminding all my guys in the world to stay up Never had to spray slugs so I dont play thug Or try to fit with the killers like O.J.s glove Still cats love to see me like their own pay stubs Out to create buzz Know that s.k. can shake clubs Like car thieves or golfers Crazy compulsive Cold killer so ill Im giving competition ulcers These fierce frenetic poetics pierce the pathetic plagues My powerful prophetic phonetics penetrate This renegade relic raps rugged and demonstrates How to scoop honeys with nothing but that angelic face Aesthetic-based waste get shredded, I set it straight For the hapless half-wit homies that hesitate The hella-great, elevated skills you celebrate Practice??? Kid I've been this ill since seventh-grade I dedicate this to my sis and the crew And thanks for coming out now but the competition is through I get down The suckas and frauds with soft stamina dont trouble me Duck or Ill damage ya on camera publicly When I utter these subtleties Brother please Im the biggest thing out of Canada since Pamela's double-Ds Colleagues and critics all apply the accolades To aptly describe how my flyness fascinates I activate the part of me That advocates the artistry The slick, sharp tongue That could lacerate an artery Like an axe to the heart Hackin apart cats lackin the smarts Cause I've mastered the art I synchronize my syndicate For rhyme syncopation Even skits that I improvise Sit in syndication Let my sinful syntax and simple grin flash Cause dimes fall victim when my dimples impact Cats listen close for quotes or vibe to it I school dudes and make guys students of my music The dumb sound dopest with their mic lines muted While my IQ is so high you couldn't fly to it I get down My language is used To bruise and stick damages to Other bands and their crews Til' all their slick managers do Is just bandage their wounds This man is just too sick for Canadas amateurs I make em dudes do flips like coin tosses When I rip mics like loin clothes Stripped off a groin Join the clique or get going Kid your showing softness I cross kids like Hot Sauce does While imposters talk and jock like Bob Costas This colossus is so pompous its preposterous Im always jamming like Peter Toshs rastas Getting the thoughtless tossed quicker Than The Moffats in a mosh pit, homes I get down like acrostic poems My resources hold more forces Than the torque on 400-horse Porsches I contort, twist and torch kids With my oral orifice Til these dorks is nothing more than some scorched corpses I get down Yo, I get down It's like Im squeezing a Glock When I creep in the spot People get shot back Freeze and then flop, breathe and then stop The way I leave em in shock Forget radio they play my flow on (Ripleys) Believe it or Not But I still dont own the keys to the drop Leasin to cop the beach with the yacht and dont forsee reaching the top But thats cool cause Im frequently jocked from speaking this talk Plus on the streets I get props Well before I leave peace to the blocks Where my people still beef with the cops And get beaten a lot, it needs to get taught And ask Kanye, Jesus can walk Always reach for the rock, not the heat to get cocked Releasing the shot, ending a life No need for the pop Ya heard? like sheep with the flock I get down I get down, I get down Yo peace to digs that's how I get down and yo Peace to V that's how I get down and you And peace to the fam and that's how I get down and yo...