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