Special Teamz - Get Down lyrics

From the tip of my brain right down
To the sweat that I’m perspiring
What I touch combustible, guaranteed firing
Known to spit cold row steel for iron men
You think that’s a hit? You
Really gotta try again
I told y’all all you had to do was apologise
We could’ve squashed the whole beef
With one phone call (Call me)
Your career’s finished, relax
Take a load off
We throwback like Backlund and Volkoff
You’re all bullshitters and quitters
We worked hard for this and
You wasn’t with us
I’m Lee Harvey, you’re JFK
More lethal than a close range AK spray
Stretched out DOA left where they lay
Let the chips fall where they may
I’ve been nice on the mic since
They called Ice Cube O’Shea
And I’mma stay that way till
I’m wrinkled and grey

C’mon, get down, stand up, sit down
Hands up worldwide, this is that shit now

So I rose from the streets
In the faded Adidas
Dirty soles to new kicks that’s made in Korea
My words of soldiers, of a renegade
Of a leader i’m the neighborhood nut
Spray a fucking hater with heaters
I ain’t old school or new school
I made up a fever i’m no-school
I got nothing to say to you neither
I’m the flavor ether
Danger when it plays in your speaker
Sharper than a fucking razor when
It’s shaving your beaver
I’m a perverted version that curse
In the third person
I’m a fucking Desert Eagle that
Bursts at a bird chirping
Your head’s bye bye, got my words working
Behave with Tourette’s, waving the Techs
My nerves jerking if this is your first time
Listening to the rhythm
And discipline you about to witness him
Pissing in the wind with the
Rhyme and the Heineken
Cussing out a bitch while I’m
Driving like a Chinaman

C’mon, get down, stand up, sit down
Hands up worldwide, this is that shit now

You kids is troublesome
They ain’t sweet like candy and bubblegum
You niggas is double dumb
Your very state house I govern from
In the slums with bums never becoming one
I keep a spare gun that’ll light
You like a flare gun i’m always near one
I’d rather beat you down like a snare drum
Until everything I say is in your eardrum
Y’all might have scared some
But, I’m prepared son
And I know a hot beat when I hear one
We ain’t the most poised or them homeboys
Empty cans always make the most noise
Times is hard, people thug themselves
They hate each other more
Than they love themselves
I’m not thinking about getting the
Job or doing the job
Double crossing us is like screwing the mob

C’mon, get down, stand up, sit down
Hands up worldwide, this is that shit now