Текст (слова) песни: Everlast - Get Down

Get down, get down, get down
I see everybody rockin the same old style
And everyones sportin the same profile
And all of yall wearin the same name brands
I hear everybody jackin these played out jams
I wont reach for no gun, punk, I use my hands
I rock mikes and roll bikes
I cross foreign lands
I made my bones out in zones
Where the twilight be
And every time I touch a mic
Its Fright Night Part Three
For every MC that wanna test and try
In your custom made wears
Thinkin you too fly
Makin up in gold chains
What youre lackin for brains
Its time to call your ma, Duke
Scoop up your remains
And finally lay to rest all the shit you stressed
Of boastin and braggin about the toes you taggin
Im knock knock knockin on heavens door
While every rapper that you simmed
Is pimped like a whore
You see your talk is eighteen
Three quarters past four
When your doctor slaps my ass
Hear the lion roar
The record sales soared
And the world got toured
You say what happened to my band
I say I just got bored
Now they call me Whitey Ford
And I say praise the Lord
Find me breakin up your crews
Catch me singin the blues
Strummin and pickin like Im BB King
Its Abdul Rakim
Now watch me do my thing

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Down down, you go
Down down, so low
Down down, till you hit the floor
Keep fallin down, till you cant get down no more

You go point blank range
With the scope hes knockin
The Psycho might change
But there aint no stoppin
The moons on the rise
When the sun start droppin
And yall need to quit the bullshit you poppin
Cause Ive been hip hoppin since BDP
Rock the P its free
Its Abdul Rakim
And when referring to me
You best respect the name
Make a quick double take
And double check your game
Cause you about to get dissed
Im checkin my list
When I check it over twice
Its like rollin the dice
I hit four-five-six Im all up in your mix
I rock good from Hollywood
To the City of Bricks
And all these fake cats scream theyre keepin it real
While youre makin your deal
Well be breakin the seal
You be breakin your vows
Like people worshippin cows
And then I hit ya with the whos, whats, wheres and hows
Like Vinny Barbarino
Matt Gachino
Im with my man Rino
With the Brooklyn Lordz
Crashin the boards with my soul in a hole
I take it back to the future
From the days of old
Im too cold to hold
Too hot not to burn ya
Dont stick your nose in business that dont concern ya
Might have to trip
And flip like Ike Turner
You too old for schoolin, boy, when Im gonna learn ya

CHORUS
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Black Coffee ft Merry Clayton
Black Jesus
Blinded by the Sun
Childrens Stories ft Rahzel
Deadly Assasssins ft B Real
Ends
Funky Beat
Get Down
Graves To Dig
Guru
Hot to Death
I Cant Move
Life`s a Bitch
Love For Real ft Ndea Davenport
Mercy On My Soul
Money (Dollar Bill)
Next Man [CD Bonus Cut]
One And the Same ft Ndea Davenport
Painkillers
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Sen Dog
The Letter
The White Boy Is Back
Tired
Today (Watch Me Shine)
Were All Gonna Die ft Cee Lo
Whitey