I Get Down (Like This)

[verse 1]
If you wanna try to play me
You better be a very good actor
'Cause rhyming is a breeze like the wind-chill factor for me
The name is Emskee, memorize it like test material, 'cause i'm imperial
I used to make rhymes with my alphabet cereal when I was a kid - that was all I did, but yo
Nowadays, I amaze the masses
I'm always in there like them laminated stage passes
'Cause I always come through in a clutch, with the [brothers?] sharp, like some razor-bladе box-cutters
You know the half, I'm the Acе in the hole
And if you front, Ima whip your tail like a fucking tad-pole
So go ahead and keep smirking, I got your boys grinning, pointing at the speakers with their fucking heads jerking
Cause they know I got the gusto
By the pound, yo, this is how I get down

[hook (a bunch of sampled stuff)]:
I
Get down
Like this
Everyday
I get bread on the regular
I
Get down
Like this
Everyday
Take these words home and think it through
(x2)

[verse 2]
You can't feel beats, 'cause you ain't the the touch to rip shit
Properly
You need to watch me, see
You pop shit, like the bubble on the game of Trouble
And then you run like a horse in the daily double
That's the sign of a true sucker
A blow-pop motherfucker playing large like a Fuddrucker burger with the extra cheese, with these scuffed up rhymes, like ashy knees
Get a grip on yourself like Pewee Herman on the real
Then get some skill and then you might get a deal
But for now, you need to play the low like mellow jazz
Play the back, 'cause your rhymings wack
Nick Wiz is on the track, and you can't beat around
If my mans slacks, I got the cross-fader now
Like Jesus Christ, the boys nice with his
We get busy, 'cause niggas ain't got Paul waiting
Hesitatings a raw plague
You seem to catch it a lot, that's why your styles mad vague
And bland, like no frills
I'm bringing punchlines and raw sound
'Cause this is how I get down

[hook (a bunch of sampled stuff)]:
I
Get down
Like this
Everyday
I get bread on the regular
I
Get down
Like this
Everyday
Take these words home and think it through
(x2)

[verse 3]
You're all up on my dick like crazy-glue creeps
Cause i'm different all around like religious beliefs
Duck,duck, goose
I picked you to get the noose around your neck, since you want to hang around so much
The dutch master is the one I obey
You wanna be on top, but not real like a toupee
Damn, ain't that some shit from the bull
My man, you ain't gravity, so why'd you try to pull that?
Emskee is not your average, Joey with the tricks and gimmicks, and I'm not the one to mimick - I don't play that
You better get your own shit, brother
Stop biting, and start up your own style of writing
Save the copying for double cassette decks
The rhymes I write are the epitome of sex: mad pleasure
I'm stimulating all around that dig the underground, 'cause this is how I get down

[hook (a bunch of sampled stuff)]:
I
Get down
Like this
Everyday
I get bread on the regular
I
Get down
Like this
Everyday
Take these words home and think it through
(x2)