The Get Down - Buddha Monk
These fake a** niggas better recognize
Ya'll don't know about the squad
Yo yo yo
Ya'll niggas wanna get it poppin' off
Son I spit with the force like a 44 shot let off
Believe me my automatic tongue don't jam I never heard of this man
But I'm about to murder this man a verbalize man
Equip-ed with metaphors that spit that ill sh*t
You and your click couldn't deal with me uh
My murder click me g Kwan and face
Never hesitate to make sh*t up like pool tape
You need a miracle f**king with this imperial ni**a
That's mad lyrical from the physical to the spiritual
Sixteen bars of hell on dateline
Once the track split I react and rape the baseline
Yo we spit one clip one hit one
You missed son send a kite to get done
As long as the clip run we bound to make it stick son
We done when the clip done never run when the clip done
Lay the smack down on clowns we can get down however
You wanna do it with guns rhymes beats
Yo the stove taste better than your flow pa
You sound like a b**ch your mic skills wear bras
Yeah you lyrical ni**a but that don't mean sh*t
I rock street it's nothing to make a hit song
You know how I do I gets it on and popping
I know how you do rocking thong thong thongs
I write like a beast king Kong kid
Me and my niggas spit verses back and forth like ping pong
Ring the f**king alarm it's fire in here
We evaporate all that bullshit you spit
Go back to the lab meditate dig in the crates
You need to sample some James brown and f**k with these sounds
You know how I do it's g-note the hottest ni**a out
No doubt it's nothing
Yo we spit one clip one hit one
You missed son send a kite to get done
As long as the clip run we bound to make it stick son
We done when the clip done never run when the clip done
I keep it thorough rep my borough to the fullest
You ain't the ill est or the realest
You ain't a killa you inc a murder
You think your pen's explosive you ain't ready for war
I give it to you raw like WWF
You stone cold like the rock
It doesn't matter do you smell what's cooking
Your a** is grass you just a preliminary bout
I'm the main event your figures ain't major
You a c-minor you all sound like little jigga's
Since the death of biggie everybody jiggy
Wake up smell the coffee you commit suicide
For silver and tails of gold
My niggas want platinum plaques f**k that
I'm ma sell out I want all my products sold out
Yo we spit one clip one hit one
You missed son send a kite to get done
As long as the clip run we bound to make it stick son
We done when the clip done never run when the clip done
Spit one clip one hit one
You missed son send a kite to get done
As long as the clip run we bound to make it stick son
We done when the clip done never run when the clip done