Get Down [2009]

[Chorus]
Get down (Get down) movin' the heat in the street
Emptying pounds (Come on) until the block's deceased
Spit rounds full of killers and hoodlums
Dark Syndicate, yeah, we up to no good son
Get down (Get down) movin' the heat in the street
Emptying pounds (Come on) until the block's deceased
Spit rounds full of killers and hoodlums
Dark Syndicate, yeah, we up to no good son

[Verse 1: Knowledge]
Fuck that, pardon my speech
Everyone silent when a king speak
We on the darkest streets, sparking leaf, it's hard to see
It's hard for me to believe or evеn conceive that one day thеre'll be peace
You gon' make me dust off the heat? (Blaaow) I leave you deceased
You force my hand, just stop fucking with me
Botherin' a G, you get dusted off like a half a key
In this life you get one turn
I heat it up like a sunburn, watch the sun burn
As the world turn, floating in outer space
Lookin' down on an alien race, a foul taste
I spit it out, start to erase
Puffed that I'm coughin' purple smoke in my face
My dogs barkin' when I walk in the place, sparkin' the haze
Strivin' for the light in the darkest of days, motherfucker

[Chorus]
Get down (Get down) movin' the heat in the street
Emptying pounds (Come on) until the block's deceased
Spit rounds full of killers and hoodlums
Dark Syndicate, yeah, we up to no good son
Get down (Get down) movin' the heat in the street
Emptying pounds (Come on) until the block's deceased
Spit rounds full of killers and hoodlums
Dark Syndicate, yeah, we up to no good son

[Verse 2: Knowledge]
I'm no goodie
Show your microphone, motherfucker, prepare for annihilation
Try to hate sin, I got more degrees than a master mason
Call me masturbation, I ask why with curious faces
'Cause I'm white coming out from the south like ejaculation
Keep it hardcore, I'm too raw to rap softly
You faggots is weak, go two ways like walkie talkies
We the hardest out, slap whack rappers so guard your mouth
What you all about? We disrespect you inside of your momma's house
Savage Brothers, Lhus, and Snowgoons
Automatic dream team be seen like full moons
So keep the stack flow, jakes is peepin' the cat's flow
So we ride on, banging Track 12 off Black Snow
Hit the back row swervin, who you know live like this?
Underground soldiers fightin' pigs like Mike Vick
Catch a backfist just for bobbin' your head to whack shit
You plastic emos stay in dark corners like an arachnid

[Verse 3: Qualm]
See you balling out 'til you get popped when you re-up
Livin' the fast life 'til you hit you a speedbump
Eyes fixed on the goal like I'm puntin' to win a game
Fuck her any date on a pen and page, you imitate
Shit flops, tickets sell out your bracelet
And make you hip hop, the only way you get respect when you rock
It's amongst the other heads and fiends, dreams and schemes
Beneath the streets we bend beats through amplifiers
Get more neck than vampires, I'm a lost soul so
Hip hop metropolis got dough
Stay underground, bang music through potholes
Listen to the sound, you a pussy like gato
Hold shit down, I'm the master like lock, yo
Dog, we some white gorillas plottin' like Congo
Vatos hug the block close when they ride slow
Get they mop blown, head look like a drop, homes