I Get Down

I Get Down - Shad Lyrics

Big ups to 91.5 live from cold k-dub

Just reminding all my guys in the world to stay up

Never had to spray slugs so I dont 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. can shake clubs

Like car thieves or golfers

Crazy compulsive

Cold killer so ill

I'm giving competition ulcers

Fierce frenetic poetic pierce the pathetic plagues

My powerful prophetic poetics 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 hellagreat, elevated skills you celebrate

Practice??? Kid I've been this ill since seventh-grade

I dedicate this to my sis and the crew

Thanks for coming out but the competition is through

I get down



All the suckas and frauds with soft stamina dont

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 Pamelas

double-Ds

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 would lacerate your arteries

Like an axe to the heart

Hackin apart cats lackin the smarts

Cuz 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

Cuz 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 their mic lines muted

While my IQ is so high you couldnt fly to it

I get down



My language is used

To bruise and stick damages to

Other bands and their crews

While 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 imposters talk and jock like Bob Costas

This colossus is so pompous it's preposterous

I'm always jamming like Peter Toshs rastas

Getting the thoughtless tossed quicker

Than The Moffats in a mosh pit, homes

I get 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



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

Forget radio they play my flow on (Ripleys) Believe it

or Not

But I still dont own the keys to the drop

Leasin to cop the beach with the yacht and dont forsee

reaching the top

But thats cool cuz I'm frequently jocked from speaking

this talk

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

Already 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