Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Gotta (Get Down), artist - CASUAL. Album song He Think He Raw, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2002
Record label: Hiero Imperium
Song language: English
I Gotta (Get Down) |
| I take rap to the pinnacle with my cynical interview |
| Forensics magnify the rhymes, none are identical |
| React |
| To the track when it go boom boom bap |
| Bring the Indian rain rap |
| So I can remain |
| In touch |
| You’ll honor the last left, brain rhymer |
| My presence on the mic is water on the rocks in a sauna |
| Huh, lyrical scenery |
| An uninhabited world of greenery |
| And plus my psychic ability enables me to see |
| That you’re not what you seem to be |
| The pro (MO STYLES) |
| Than cliffs |
| On the Grand Canyon |
| When I drop one watch one land where your man’s standin' |
| Might just ram my hand with your teeth |
| But I’m righteous carnivorous |
| Animals bite this |
| I give you a spot to start at |
| Right there |
| Your niggas be like, «You saw that?!» |
| You like, «Where?!» |
| Subconscious brain pain, call it a nightmare |
| Now that I got you seein' the light, STARE |
| Yeah, it’s aimin' dead into your retina |
| Not to threaten' ya but just let me KNOW |
| Is it hot or not? |
| Shoot the shot ya got |
| If not then pop |
| When every nigga rock the spot |
| I got… to get down (boogie) |
| I got… to get down |
| So many fables from labels it’s hard to stay stable |
| But a nigga stay up like seat backs or trey tables |
| Peep that |
| At any lecture that I speak at |
| I’m pitifully ridiculin' weak cats |
| For being ridiculous with the shit ya bust |
| I can tell ya sniffin' dust, tryin' to riff with us |
| Nigga, I bust rhymes like pomegranates |
| Fuck around and run the planet |
| Make the underhanded want to panic |
| I’m the fliest on papyrus |
| Look deep into my iris and try to deny US |
| It’s religion that I rip the rhythm |
| Got all fans wavin' they hands like hypnotism |
| And the weightless hate this |
| When I fuck around and start rippin' off the top like a rapist |
| While you stand by the mic on the wait list (I'm next man, I’m next) |
| Is it hot or not? |
| Shoot the shot ya got |
| If not then pop |
| When every nigga rock the spot |
| I got… to get down (boogie) |
| I got… to get down |
| When it gets hectic a dope fiend will use a Coca Cola can for a smokin' utensil |
| Like I wrote this rap, with a broken pencil |
| I smokes like a freight train |
| One man with eight brains |
| Punch will make a sadomasochist hate pain |
| Fatal, disastrous |
| Wait till I master this |
| Your glorious |
| Like Plato and? |
| The Audorius? |
| It’s likely we fuck with your psyche |
| Developin' mental mic maneuvers to make these marks like me |
| I be a wonder with words |
| Keep my styles inventive, spinnin' at 33 and 1/3 |
| They heard of me in the flats, heard of me in the burbs |
| Studied my etiquette, lyrics embedded in tracks |
| Lookin' for action? |
| Peep the predicate you better get back |
| My format with raps stay ahead of the wack |
| It’s like you’re lost in the Sudan, caught in a sand trap |
| Napalm and anthrax, tell your man, «Stand back» |
| Or I’ll apply the pressure by hand man |
| They can’t stand that |
| My shit EXPLODE, where ever it land at |
| Up to the head |
| A nigga got his own sack |
| Rap vulture, hover where the microphone at |
| Like that |
| Is it hot or not? |
| Shoot the shot ya got |
| If not then pop |
| When every nigga rock the spot |
| I got… to get down (boogie) |
| I got… to get down |
| Outro: |
| You knowwwww. |
| Shit. |
| I see you right there bwoy |