Get Down lyrics

Artist  : Everlast 
Song : Get Down



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I see everybody rockin' the same old style
And
everyone's sportin' the same profile
And all of
y'all wearin' the same name brands
I hear
everybody jackin' these played out jams
I
won't reach for no gun punk I use my hands
I
rock mikes and roll bikes I cross foriegn
lands
I made my bones out in zones where
twilight be
And every time I touch the mike
it's Fright Night Part Three
For every emcee
that wannaa test and try
In your custom made
wears thinkin' you too fly
Make it up in gold
chains what you're lackin' for brains
Its time
to pull your mind through, scoop up your
remains
And finally lay to rest all the shit
you stressed
Of boastin' and braggin' about
the toes you taggin'
I'm knock, knock,
knockin' on heavens door
While every rapper
that's simmed is pimped like a whore
You see
the talk is eighteen, three quarters past
four
When your doctor slaps my ass, hear the
lion roar
The record sales soared and the
world got toured
You say what happened to my
band, I say I just got bored
Now they call me
Whitey Ford, and I praise the Lord
Find me
breakin' up your crews, catch me singin' the
blues
Strummin' and pickin' like I'm BB
King
It's Abdul Rakim, now watch me do my
thing
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Down, down, you go
Down,
down, so low
Down, down, till you hit the
floor
Keep fallin' down, till you can't get
down no more
You go point blank range with the
scope he's knockin'
The Psycho might change but
there ain't no stoppin'
The mmon's on the rise
when the sun start droppin'
And y'all need to
quit the bullshit that you be poppin'
'Cause
I've been hip hoppin' since BDP
(???), it's
Abdul Rakim
And when referring to me you must
respect the name
Make a quick double take and
double check your game
'Cause you about to get
dissed, I'm checkin' my list
When I check it
over twice it's like rollin' dice
I hit four,
five, six, I'm all up in your mix
I rock good
from Hollywood to the city of bricks
And all
these fake cats scream they're keepin' it
real
While you're makin' your deal we'll be
breakin' the seal
You be breakin' your vows
like people worshippin' cows
And then I hit ya
with the who's, what's, where's and how's
Like
Vinny Barbarino, Matt Pachino
I'm with my man
Rino with the Brooklyn Lordz
Crashin' the
boards with my soul in a hole
I take it back
to the future from the days of old
I'm too
cold to hold, too hot not to burn ya
Don't
stick your nose in businessthat don't concern
ya
Might have to trip and flip like Ive
Turner
You too old for schoolin', boy, when
I'm gonna learn ya
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