Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Down, artist - Clear Soul Forces. Album song Fab Five, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 27.04.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fat Beats
Song language: English
Get Down |
| We gonna keep it coming for the top, won’t stop |
| You know how we feel and it’s still, fuck cops |
| We gonna keep it running for the hits, won’t quit |
| We gonna give you one hundred percent real shit |
| What we tell 'em? |
| Get down, tell her get down, tell her get down, tell her get down |
| Tell her get down, tell her get down, tell her get down, tell her get down |
| Bitch, get down, that’s the game and it’s round uno to judo |
| Voo-doo-who-do ventriloquist sound, controlling your soul with the glow |
| And flow with rhythmic nouns, now who knew this new dude would come through |
| And doo doo on your style, shit wild, pick a color, black mild, come on my |
| brother ka-pow |
| Get under the covers is how I be spending summers |
| Winters were taken from us, it’s in us to come from under like ducking |
| connecting uppers |
| Cuts kicking all you can wonder, ah, I catch a refresher my blessing is micro |
| testing |
| The people ignore me but swear they don’t get the message |
| You better respect it, attribute set is eclectic, electric |
| Intrepid dodging, infected in milliseconds, check it |
| This is the last of us clicker beats making a shiv to cut, stab it |
| Sticking up the track and stuff, split it now give me a trash to dump |
| Similar to how I fold a blunt, open up then do the what? |
| Packing it tight like you moving up, turn right back round and I stitch it up |
| Huh, Doctor Elijah Bucks, middle name should be marvelous |
| Seventy two hit dangerous, bang with us nigga, nameless |
| We gonna keep it coming for the top, won’t stop |
| You know how we feel and it’s still, fuck cops |
| We gonna keep it running for the hits, won’t quit |
| We gonna give you one hundred percent real shit |
| What we tell 'em? |
| Get down, tell her get down, tell her get down, tell her get down |
| Tell her get down, tell her get down, tell her get down, tell her get down |
| Bitch get down, world renowned |
| My face twisting, getting dizzy as the globe would spin around |
| Diving down like Kendrick swimming pool |
| Another shot I’ll drown, Fab 5ive chase dreams, flee collegiate sounds |
| On Yeezy bound bike I searched and I found hype |
| Turn Ducati’s right 'til I exhaust like straight pipes |
| I’m smashing shit, exhaling gas and gin |
| Spit ESPN at the Kardashians |
| And while you’re hollering, I’m slipping on this black mask |
| Cheffing a plan to mold the whole wold within the palm of my hand |
| Getting sticky, my finger prints all over it beautiful crime scene |
| Trees growing and people think peace whenever they speak |
| A pipe dream and these days niggas murdering children |
| A coward, shitty deception affecting a generation |
| From the bottom to the top |
| Stock rising a perfect medley blended with herbs and spices |
| Found life within my pen, see, maybe that why we kicking shit that lift your |
| spirit higher |
| Flick another lighter, play this sound loud and get the fuck down |
| Ignite the Earth’s core with raps raw like fresh road rash |
| Hash blunts and clash chalices, causing some major damage and… |
| We gonna keep it coming for the top, won’t stop |
| You know how we feel and it’s still, fuck cops |
| We gonna keep it running for the hits, won’t quit |
| We gonna give you one hundred percent real shit |
| What we tell 'em? |
| Get down, tell her get down, tell her get down, tell her get down |
| Tell her get down, tell her get down, tell her get down, tell her get down |
| I’m in the zone you don’t belong here |
| I’m Michael Jordan you’re Byron Russel all in my cross hairs |
| They’re all scared, ain’t ya? |
| I’m clutch as Bumblebee with Sam Witwicky in danger |
| The clock’s ticking, draw your plays up, ahead of my time rhymes from the |
| Hyperbolic Chamber |
| Training to be a savior, you should have threw down your anchors |
| Now you’re sailing through our waters, we’ll drag you down to Davy Jones Locker |
| No combination can unlock you from the author |
| You can’t fathom the specialist, I run it Olympic medalist |
| Walking like George Jefferson, passing through medal detectors with weapons |
| To blast your record with, not to be reckoned with |
| While I represent with some clever shit 'bout to sever kids |
| I’m better than your top eleven and shit |
| If it wasn’t for those meddling kids then we finally would have killed rap |
| Scooby-Doo where my dogs at? |
| The monster is always the man hiding behind that |
| one mask |
| I gotta kick more than one ass |
| We gonna keep it coming for the top, won’t stop |
| You know how we feel and it’s still, fuck cops |
| We gonna keep it running for the hits, won’t quit |
| We gonna give you one hundred percent real shit |
| What we tell 'em? |
| Get down, tell her get down, tell her get down, tell her get down |
| Tell her get down, tell her get down, tell her get down, tell her get down |