Shad: I Get Down from the album When This Is Over, pick it up V-1 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 their 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 Im 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 honnies 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 ive 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 V-2 All the suckas and frauds with soft stamina dont trouble me Duck or Ill damage ya on camera publicly When I utter these subtleties Brother please Im the biggest thing out of Canada since Pamelas double-ds Colleagues and critics all apply the accolades To apply 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 Ive 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 their mic lines muted While my iq is so high you couldnt fly to it I get down V-3 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 Canadas amateurs I make em dudes do flips like coin tosses When I rip mics like loin clothes Stripped off a groin Join the clik or get going Kid your showing softness I cross kids like Hot Sauce does While imposters talk and jock like Bob Costas This colossus is so pompous its preposterous Im 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 V-4 Its like Im 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 cause Im 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

• published: 17 Jul 2008
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