I Get Down - SHAD

«Get down, get down, get down»

«One, two, three, four»

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 don’t play thug

Or try to, fit with the killers like O.J.'s glove

Still cats, love to see me like they own pay stubs

Out to create buzz, know that S.K., 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 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 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