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Get Down

アーティスト:Busta Rhymes & Q-Tip  アルバム:The Abstract Dragon 

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For real though who really got sick flow On the edge got the ledge hangin' out of the window Bird chest niggas with ya winderous fearaf Fuck around you'll be against me the size of a meal sack Puny little punks better hit the gym But that doesn't mean nothin to the heart within You cramped up you and your team I'm amped up And you asses can't dim my beam My shine what the fuck is on your mind? Little weaklink rappers better hit the grind Other brothers ain't motivated they can't do it Not only did I penetrate it I ran through it My music comes on and we mosh at the dance Inside of your mind or inside of my pants? Musical intentions that we have is vast You sick? Drink a NyQuil when I'm bed on your ass Oh well then here comes the gelatin Tips on some sugars but you yap on your cell to friends Now your party is completely blown Real name is Kamal I'm in "complete me" zone It's rap time for you that means nap time Reachin for my joint? What the fuck, I'mma clap mine Singin songs in 6 pens with sit tensed Surpised your ass is the end like the sixth sense Heavy hitters knockin shit out the park You didn't even really play tell me why did you start Spittin' sharp blades laced with bleach You wanna play around kid I'm not a walk at the beach A stroll in the park or your fuckin playground Put on your headphones and tell me how grenades sound Put on your walkmase and go underneath the town Q-Tip abstract how I gets down All my bitches, dance if you know that you damn


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