Get Down Like

Let's get down like this, yo

Get down like this

Get down like this, yo

Get down like this (and like that)

Like this, yo

Get down like this, yo

Get down like this

Once again

Doesn't matter how many plays you get

Heads still bump my shit on tape cassette

Wait a sec before you get carried away

When the wave crashes and get carried away

You say rap with nothing to say

If I played your shit backwards nothing would change

Can't contain the facts behind your chain, you're whack

Break in the Hall Of Fame and brake the plaques

BLAH mafia got you paying tax

Chopping heads when I wave the axe

I tell you I'm the greatest but I hate to brag

You pay me your respect but I don't pay it back

Trim like Joe Spinell in Maniac

Took a trip to the moon, never made it back

Rap Andy Kaufman

Get down like this, yo

Get down like this

Once again

One, two

(Once again)

Mic check, has the vibe died yet

If not, I sidestep in like let's begin

Ey yo, I'm in the house like Father Phil

Mind set in stone, working hard to chill

CULT leader shades with the lemon yellow tint

Poor voices in me head yelling 'Let me think!'

Take it with a salt sized grain of ricin

Pay the price and eat the cake before you taste the icing

Affirmative, superlative

I said I ain't got shit but the whole world to give

But I'm ravenous like Galactacus

Get it while you can 'cause there's no coming back from this

You can tell by the way he holds his drink he knows he's the shit

I take intermittent sips and pose while I think in prose

Looking down me nose at your wilted rose

Little bastard

Spin a tinted Mazda into bins at Asda

Pitter patter, jibba jabber

Double backspin slap, your chin'll shatter

Brain fried with your piece of mind

I don't need no fries, you won't leave alive

I read and write between the lines

I'll read you your rights in expletive rhymes

Up before the Suns risen, drunk vision

Bed bug bitten, no fucks given

Murder Frank

Pour some liquor out and burn the splab

Ten bags of white in me Greggs pastie slice

Give you bad advice, you're whack at life

You're playing footsie, I play the FTSE 100

Spit some mumbling dumb shit

Hum drum stumbling, drunk rumbling

Punk who you looking at?

Fumbling my words out

Pot smoker, stock broker

Lost my mind since I got sober

Get down like this

Get down like this, yo

Get down like this (and like that)

Like this, yo

Get down like this

Get down like this, yo

Get down like this (and like that)

Like this, yo

Get down like this

Get down like this, yo

Get down like this (and like that)

Like this, yo

Get down like this

Get down like this, yo

Get down like this

Once again