I Get Down by Shad
I Get Down by Shad

I Get Down

Shad * Track #2 On When This Is Over

I Get Down Lyrics

[Intro: *samples*]
"Get down, get down, get down"
"One, two, three, four"

[Verse 1: Shad]
Yo, big ups to 91.5 live from the cold K-Dub
Just reminding all my guys in the world to stay up
Never had to spray slugs so I don't play thug
Or try to, fit with the killers like O.J.'s glove
Still cats, love to see me like they own pay stubs
Out to create buzz, know that S.K., could shake clubs
Like car thieves or golfers, crazy compulsive
Cold killer so ill I'm giving competition ulcers
These fierce frenetic poetics pierce the pathetic
Plagues my powerful prophetic phonetics penetrate
This renegade relic raps rugged and demonstrates
How to scoop honeys with nothing but that angelic face
Aesthetic-based, waste get shredded I set it straight
For the hapless half-wit homies that hesitate
The hella great, elevated skills you celebrate
Practice? Kid I been this ill since seventh grade
I dedicate this to my sis and the crew
And thanks for coming out but the competition is through
I gets down
I get down

[Verse 2: Shad]
The suckas and frauds with soft stamina don't trouble me
Duck or I'll damage ya' on camera publicly
When I utter these subtleties
Brother please, I'm the biggest thing out of Canada since Pamela's double-D's
Colleagues and critics all apply the accolades
To, aptly describe how my flyness fascinates
I activate the part of me that advocates the artistry
The slick, sharp tongue, that could lacerate an artery
Like an axe to the heart
Hackin' apart cats lackin' the smarts 'cause I've mastered the art
I synchronize my syndicate for rhyme syncopation
Even skits that I improvise sit in syndication
Let my sinful syntax and, simple grin flash
'Cause dimes fall victim when my dimples impact
Cats listen close for quotes or vibe to it
I school dudes and make guys students of my music
The dumb sound dopest with they mic lines muted
While my IQ is so high you couldn't fly to it
I get down

[Verse 3: Shad]
My language is used to bruise and stick damages to other bands and their crews
Til' all their slick managers do is just bandage their wounds
This man is just too sick for Canada's, amateurs
I make 'em dudes do flips like coin tosses
When I rip mics like loin clothes stripped off a groin, join the clique or get going
Kid you're showing softness, I cross, kids like Hot Sauce does
While impostors talk and jock like Bob Costas
This colossus is so pompous it's preposterous
I'm always, jamming like Peter Tosh's rastas
Getting the thoughtless, tossed quicker than The Moffats in a mosh pit homes
I gets down like acrostic poems
My resources, hold more forces than the torque on 400-horse Porsches
I contort, twist and torch kids with my oral orifice
'Til these dorks is nothing more than some scorched corpses
I get down
Yo, I get down

[Verse 4: Shad]
It's like I'm squeezing a Glock when I creep in the spot
People get shot back freeze and then flop, breathe and then stop
The way I leave 'em in shock
And forget radio they play my flow on Believe It or Not!
But I still don't own the keys to the drop
Leasin' to cop the beach with the yacht and don't foresee reaching the top
But that's cool 'cause I'm frequently jocked from speaking this talk
And plus, on the streets I get props
Well before I leave, peace to the blocks
Where my people still beef with the cops and get beaten a lot, it needs to get taught
And ask Kanye, Jesus can walk
Always reach for the rock, not the heat to get cocked
Releasing the shot, ending a life, no need for the pop
Ya' heard? Like sheep with the flock
I get down
I get down, I get down

[Outro: Shad]
Yo, peace to Digs that's how I get down and yo
Peace to V that's how I get down and yo
And to the fam and that's how I get down and yo

I Get Down Q&A

Who wrote I Get Down's ?

I Get Down was written by Shad.

Who produced I Get Down's ?

I Get Down was produced by Digs.

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