U Gotz 2 Get Down!

Lyrics

[Intro Dialogue] Kurt to Enterprise, there seems to be no intelligent life down here Crazy, yo prepare for the [?] G-force [?] [Verse 1] Now on your mark, get set, in effect now just do it No matter how rough I get never let me see you sweat Get hype, nonstop, go nuts, just ramble Suit up, so much boom they call you Campbell In Bally shoes and Nike sneakers [?] socks or barefoot Cut the rug but don't you bug 'cause I don't really care what Deuces are in, spin, spin again Alone or with a friend, feel like a kid again While I play the hypnotist, I give your hip a twist And if you riff with this, your lip will get the fist All violence, will be silenced We got to try against, those actin' wild and [?] Never will I slip, torture or gossip Wanna step to me, come on wise up Paragraphs paralyzed, consider a fighter Put vaseline on my lips A-yo they call me grease lightning Get down! You gots to get down (you gots to get down) You gots to get down (you gots to get down) You gots to get (down, down, down, down, down) You gots to get down (you gots to get down) You gots to get down (you gots to get down) You gots to get (down, down, down, down, down) [Verse 2] Get up [?] takin' my jackpot Lend an ear here 'cause I swear I got More [?] than a [?], more action than a movie With a conflict, I evict and depict and predict I'm groovy Take away, add some more [?] more Rap so much they call me Kwame [?] Face the master, feel the calamity I got more horrors that took place in Amityville Flexible, profile, freestyle Restrained from fame, that's self-denial Punks wanna battle me, where they at? I turn their crews into Josie and the Pussycats And get upset, throw a fit like a fussy brat I say "Aahhh, take that you dirty rat!" 'Cause I can stop, proceed with caution, yield, detour You suck so much your mic's a straw So you see my partner protege [?] friend Post help wanted? Inquire within Watch me in terror, [?] Rape, scrape, torture, brother who taught ya? 'Cause I'm the type of brother who loves a lot of women A lot of them out there I like to go swimmin' in them Lose 'em or win 'em, leather or denim Love 'em or leave 'em or just befriend 'em And um, I drop science, bill, brother you talkin' jibberish Chick on the tip like a thick stick of licorice Come in the place and watch me shock the room I make the brain cells tremble like Dr. Doom Feel the [?] and all that's left is a skeleton You putty buddy, brother you weak as gelatin You wanna doubt me, I am Kwame Stronger than a rapper hit with a gamma-ray So get down You gots to get down (you gots to get down) You gots to get down (you gots to get down) You gots to get (down, down, down, down, down) You gots to get down (you gots to get down) You gots to get down (you gots to get down) You gots to get (down, down, down, down, down) [Verse 3] I got a microphone to conquer, symphony to compose Just 'cause I'm a archer, puttin' [?] nose Punks out of town, originality reigns Getting beat by the Kwam, huh, it's just growing pains Mr. Big Bucks, I throw the mic like chucks So I can end ya, like a ninja 'Cause I can break the mic apart with a wave of my hand With a wink, it's back together again [?] and then defend, my friends to the end That Islam is my belief and I can back up any words that I say And why would any rapper dare to compare or even get with me? Runs in your mind, like mental telepathy The master of the [?] Four I'm better, three instead of, two, I'm number one And I've just begun To pee on redone, rerun, undone beats That can get the people chokin' I rock [?] beats but none of them get broken Get down You gots to get down (you gots to get down) You gots to get down (you gots to get down) You gots to get (down, down, down, down, down) You gots to get down (you gots to get down) You gots to get down (you gots to get down) You gots to get (down, down, down, down, down) [Outro Dialogue]