Clear Soul Forces - Get Down lyrics

[Hook] We gonna keep it coming for the top, won't stop You know how we feel and it's still, f** cops We gonna keep it running for the hits, won't quit We gonna give you one hundred percent real sh** What we tell 'em? Get down, tell her get down, tell her get down, tell her get down Tell her get down, tell her get down, tell her get down, tell her get down [Verse 1: Ilajide] b**h, get down, that's the game and it's round uno to judo Voo-doo-who-do ventriloquist sound, controlling your soul with the glow And flow with rhythmic nouns, now who knew this new dude would come through And doo doo on your style, sh** wild, pick a color, black mild, come on my brother ka-pow Get under the covers is how I be spending summers Winters were taken from us, it's in us to come from under like ducking connecting uppers Cuts kicking all you can wonder, ah, I catch a refresher my blessing is micro testing The people ignore me but swear they don't get the message You better respect it, attribute set is eclectic, electric Intrepid dodging, infected in milliseconds, check it This is the last of us clicker beats making a shiv to cut, stab it Sticking up the track and stuff, split it now give me a trash to dump Similar to how I fold a blunt, open up then do the what? Packing it tight like you moving up, turn right back round and I stitch it up Huh, Doctor Elijah Bucks, middle name should be marvelous Seventy two hit dangerous, bang with us n***a, nameless [Hook] We gonna keep it coming for the top, won't stop You know how we feel and it's still, f** cops We gonna keep it running for the hits, won't quit We gonna give you one hundred percent real sh** What we tell 'em? Get down, tell her get down, tell her get down, tell her get down Tell her get down, tell her get down, tell her get down, tell her get down [Verse 2: L.A.Z.] b**h get down, world renowned My face twisting, getting dizzy as the globe would spin around Diving down like Kendrick swimming pool Another shot I'll drown, Fab 5ive chase dreams, flee collegiate sounds On Yeezy bound bike I searched and I found hype Turn Ducati's right 'til I exhaust like straight pipes I'm smashing sh**, exhaling gas and gin Spit ESPN at the Kardashians [Verse 3: E-Fav] And while you're hollering, I'm slipping on this black mask Cheffing a plan to mold the whole wold within the palm of my hand Getting sticky, my finger prints all over it beautiful crime scene Trees growing and people think peace whenever they speak A pipe dream and these days n***as murdering children A coward, sh**ty deception affecting a generation From the bottom to the top Stock rising a perfect medley blended with herbs and spices Found life within my pen, see, maybe that why we kicking sh** that lift your spirit higher Flick another lighter, play this sound loud and get the f** down Ignite the Earth's core with raps raw like fresh road rash Hash blunts and clash chalices, causing some major damage and... [Hook] We gonna keep it coming for the top, won't stop You know how we feel and it's still, f** cops We gonna keep it running for the hits, won't quit We gonna give you one hundred percent real sh** What we tell 'em? Get down, tell her get down, tell her get down, tell her get down Tell her get down, tell her get down, tell her get down, tell her get down [Verse 4: Noveliss] I'm in the zone you don't belong here I'm Michael Jordan you're Byron Russel all in my cross hairs They're all scared, ain't ya? I'm clutch as Bumblebee with Sam Witwicky in danger The clock's ticking, draw your plays up, ahead of my time rhymes from the Hyperbolic Chamber Training to be a savior, you should have threw down your anchors Now you're sailing through our waters, we'll drag you down to Davy Jones Locker No combination can unlock you from the author You can't fathom the specialist, I run it Olympic medalist Walking like George Jefferson, pa**ing through medal detectors with weapons To blast your record with, not to be reckoned with While I represent with some clever sh** 'bout to sever kids I'm better than your top eleven and sh** If it wasn't for those meddling kids then we finally would have k**ed rap Scooby-Doo where my dogs at? The monster is always the man hiding behind that one mask I gotta kick more than one a** [Hook] We gonna keep it coming for the top, won't stop You know how we feel and it's still, f** cops We gonna keep it running for the hits, won't quit We gonna give you one hundred percent real sh** What we tell 'em? Get down, tell her get down, tell her get down, tell her get down Tell her get down, tell her get down, tell her get down, tell her get down