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Get Down
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Get Down은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2015년 4월 28일일에 Fat Beats Records에서 발매되었습니다.Fab Five
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앨범Fab Five
발매일2015년 4월 28일
라벨Fat Beats Records
언어English
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발랑스
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BPM96

크레딧

실연 아티스트
Clear Soul Forces
Clear Soul Forces
실연자
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Nameless
Nameless
프로듀서

가사

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 ****, 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 **** 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
Written by: Emile V Manette, Gavin Cotton, Jarred Douglas, Jarrel Deon Lowman, Kortez Ilajide Marion
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