The Get Down

Текст песни Shyan Selah - The Get Down

YES
Yours truly, truly yours, only the unruly
Undeniable, yeah, they know what the truth be
You tryna stop me, you'll probably have to shoot me
The pressure pipe about to burst with all the sweat around it
When it comes to securing the win, I'm passionate about it
Givenchy everything (yes)
When I be in my closet (yes)
It's hard for me to stop it (yes)
Watch when I get it droppin'
Grin at the haters watchin' and form another concoction
Relentless with it cause failure will never be an option
And you'll forever know my name
Flying higher than a cloud
Like I just wrote this on a plane
I could do it better
And they know this ain't a game
And every time we get it poppin'
And it's me they wanna blame
I make 'em visualize
The torture like it's in a picture frame
And turn the heat up on this flame

This is the get down (whoa)
Make you wanna get down (low)
Put your ass on the dance floor (clap clap)
What ya'll got them hands for
This is the get down (whoa)
Make you wanna get down (low)
Put your ass on the dance floor (clap clap)
What ya'll got them hands for

The Godd is here from the Blue Lagoon
Walk up in your spot like I'm Mansa Mu
Saladididididida your crew
My words are sick boy I spit the flu
Ha-chew your soul I'm phonetically gold
Poetically my pedigree will forever be known
Y'all still slapping bones I'm strapping acid to the drones
Send the coordinates right to your zone
Fertilize your home
I put that on my my my my my mama and them
Soul rise from the grave when the drama begins
Phenomenal pen, these ain't just rhymes, they plot lines
All up in these streets like stop signs, Glock-nine, bow!

This is the get down (whoa)
Make you wanna get down (low)
Put your ass on the dance floor (clap clap)
What ya'll got them hands for
This is the get down (whoa)
Make you wanna get down (low)
Put your ass on the dance floor (clap clap)
What ya'll got them hands for

It's Nice
Chase mo cheese and wild mice
Versatile like shades of brown and wild rice
I'm attacking the track like a fiend to a sack of the weed
Been pro seed with my tongue expertise
Vocal chords are umbilical
Thanks to moms
Got n****s riding in like the Tour de France
Last witness, huh, ask Jehovah
Yeah, I'm protected like Noah
A soldier, fight for the force like I'm Yoda
Get dap 'cause I'm doper, skin tone of mocha
Boy, I'm feeling like Mack with my rap
Y'all try to adapt, but y'all stay lost in the track like, Bow!

This is the get down (whoa)
Make you wanna get down (low)
Put your ass on the dance floor (clap clap)
What ya'll got them hands for
This is the get down (whoa)
Make you wanna get down (low)
Put your ass on the dance floor (clap clap)
What ya'll got them hands for