Get Down

[Intro] Uh huh Yeah [Verse 1] Uh, Been a minute, the city back on its shit again Let me find out they’re checking for who can spit again While y’all out there leaning to get crunk Being ‘bout it, and turning up, I never stopped what the penning did Hominems, haikus, stanzas, and synonyms Similes showcase what getting busy is Bar for bars, rappers were all subpar My shit was awesome [?] bodies with no regard They ain’t care about spitters when I was starting to pop I was clicking with Preem, Mims was making it hot Party Like A Rockstar, Shop Boyz had it on lock I was just another star on the block But lookee here, lookee here, now dudes starting to care About who really be spitting, the magic back in the air I ain’t signed by Hov or endorsed by Dre Shit I been had something to say [Hook] Tell ‘em I get down, shit I’m repping the town Plotting on the crown, problem pound-for-pound Tell ‘em I get down, ripping it all around Stay true to the sound, adjectives and nouns Tell ‘em I get down, repped for the underground [?] the sound, to the top I’m down Tell ‘em I get down, homie I get Tell ‘em I get, homie I get Tell ‘em I get down [Verse 2] Like the top of the drop, drop when you come through the block In hood weather, good weather or not That means grind ‘til you shine, it’s good whether or not They fairweathers in here whether it’s better or not And they couldn’t weather the storm, they reign at the top Well surely they Katt Williams right before Kevin Hart Talking stats and not status, either get it or not My days spent trying to get it and knot Tryna get it to knock for blocks [?], better get it to rock Or better yet, better get it to rot The boy wonder is chalked full of the dope, I’m just full of the hope The triple threaded double entendre single me out Fuck it, it’s all mathematics, grammatic I emphatically had it below average, stats high, that’s the status quo Woah, tell ‘em they just don’t know My little [?] not little Jon while you was getting low [Hook]