Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's Going Down, artist - Blackalicious. Date of issue: 29.04.2002
Song language: English
It's Going Down |
| Sit back, close your eyes |
| Peep back, got you open wide |
| I’ll let you get a taste of me |
| It’s going down in history |
| Sit back, close your eyes |
| Peep back, got you open wide |
| I’ll let you get a taste of me |
| It’s going down in history |
| Well it’s the microphone ripper, party-rockin Gift of Gab |
| I hit the scene, lift you on my beam |
| And send you through my high plains |
| Mind-train shiftin through your migraines |
| Spit with that I hit with patterns get you twisted sideways |
| And I’m the head honcho, sport golden tonsils |
| Inventin new styles all the time like Ronco! |
| Four by four, runnin over suckers like a Bronco |
| Haters say the lyrics ain’t Gonzo but they wrong though |
| We walking up and locking up the game and sparking up the flame |
| You’re not gone' be the same when our flow reach your brain |
| It’s 'bout to bust |
| Not your crush, show up at our show in a tacky dress |
| Hawking us, talking 'bout your prowess but we’re not impressed |
| Checkmate, populous crush, monstrous plush |
| Rhymes that just thrust onto your buck buck |
| Just rush |
| Just rushin' like the Nile River, power we deliver |
| See it’s (going down in history) |
| You know, I know, you know, I know |
| (It's going down in history) |
| (Lateef) |
| (Gift of Gab won’t you learn 'em and assure 'em) |
| (That the fire that you spit’ll burn 'em) |
| Burning up the track and turning up the action |
| (Murder one attack him) |
| Serving what you’re rapping |
| Urban gutter anthems |
| (Certain of the fact) |
| Curtains for the wack |
| Searching for the knack |
| (You're pervin' off the fatness) |
| Fury of the rather early mornings after |
| (Worldly like disasters) |
| Purely just the baddest, the Chief clamp down on 'em |
| (Like a vice on a melon squeezing tight on your temples) |
| Feel the bass (as the wind blows) |
| In your face (and your mental) hear the taste |
| Instrumentals even break down on you like this |
| (We surpass your previous standards) drastically |
| (Mastering bass), setting nights so bright |
| (Beneath the skylight) |
| And days (and weeks) and months (go by) |
| And years (and decades) and we still so fly |
| (While the others are just fly by night) |
| And not tight (we keep writing) |
| Like scribes (but we tight) and so wise (c'mon) |
| The rhyme historian exploring everything that we got |
| And even more so we exploring everything that they not |
| These are the glory days for lyricists, forever we plot |
| Wait wait wait wait hold on a second bring it back (we plot x 4, c’mon) |
| The rhyme historian exploring everything that we got |
| And even more so we exploring everything that they not |
| These are the glory days of lyricists, forever we plot |
| (It's going down in history) |