Shad - I Get Down lyrics

"Get down, get down, get down"
"One, two, three, four"

Yo, big ups to 915 live from the cold K-Dub
Just reminding all my guys in
The world to stay up
Never had to spray slugs so I don't play thug
Or try to
Fit with the killers like OJ's glove
Still cats
Love to see me like they own pay stubs
Out to create buzz, know that SK
Could shake clubs
Like car thieves or golfers, crazy compulsive
Cold killer so ill I'm
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 been this
Ill since seventh grade
I dedicate this to my sis and the crew
And thanks for coming out but
The competition is through i gets down
I get down

The suckas and frauds with soft
Stamina don't trouble me
Duck or I'll damage ya' on camera publicly
When I utter these subtleties
Brother please, i'm the biggest thing out of
Canada since Pamela's double-D's
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 skit's 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
They 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 Canada's
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 you're showing softness, I cross
Kids like Hot Sauce does
While impostors talk and jock like Bob Costas
This colossus is so pompous it's preposterous
I'm always, jamming like Peter Tosh's rastas
Getting the thoughtless
Tossed quicker than The Moffats in
A mosh pit homes
I gets 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 I'm 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
And forget radio they play my flow
On Believe It or Not!
But, I still don't own the keys to the drop
Leasin' to cop the beach with the yacht
And don't foresee reaching the top
But that's cool 'cause I'm frequently
Jocked from speaking this talk
And 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 yo
And to the fam and that's how
I get down and yo