Elzhi - Get 'Em Up lyrics

[Verse One] [Elzhi]: A spit a striking collage once the mic is ma**aged Thought you could see me but you couldn't, it's like a mirage I'm the best thing I've had drama that stress bring To blowin' cess rings at the crib in my west wing I'm super great, know the scoop once your crew is ate Cause what I write is as tight as the chick you gotta lubricate No need to recuperate And to stoop to hate I'm in a Coupe with house stupid as Snoop's estate Decrease your pride, I provide you a piece You wish, my beasts inside was tied to a leash Cause in the booth son I'm the truth serum The only time I lie is on a track, when the rhyme apply I, stay on the model's lips Haters get the hollow tips For them I wouldn't twist my wrist and let the bottle drip High as them Apollo trips I'm pushin' Monte Carlo whips And flow like the current in water that swallow ships I'm at your services Just a third of this is murderous Makin' me the nicest you heard exist between bird and fish Breathin' Since I was teethin' Be even Scoopin' up dimes ?? Cleveland ?? [Chorus] [Elzhi]: And I gets down I gets down for my crown Many clowns hit the ground going round after round Was found in the sound, more profound then a noun And it's bound to withstound and get around through your town I gets down You, you get 'em up Yo, I gets down You, you get 'em up Yo, I gets down You, you get 'em up [Verse Two] [Elzhi]: While you tryin' to reach the tippy top standin' on your tippy toe I'm firin' up the finest herb that a hippy blow I'll spit a flow you never heard from the lip befo' Then watch me slide like a ride on a slippery slope Day, there's no way I'll ever go astray Bullet You f**s better duck when I pull it Your son will lay scathed Many often are slain for not comin' off of the chain Like a runaway slave I stay, buildin' the bars that imprison the poetry Once the sentence is given, I'm driven to throw the key I got this thing locked, now let the king lock You heard that they call me dope, man But I don't slang rock Check what my fist wrote and f** a misquote Skeet in a miss throat If she, smell like a fish boat I'm iller than a triple six coat You can drown and be found face down where my piss float The fly don icon, swift as a python Drinkin' dry wine, feet kick up like tae kwon Do, I gets high on the low And my heat blow like I know the sky's gonna snow [Hook]: And I gets down I gets down for my crown Many clowns hit the ground going round after round Was found in the sound, more profound then a noun And it's bound to withstound and get around through your town I gets down You, you get 'em up Yo, I gets down You, you get 'em up Yo, I gets down You, you get 'em up [Outro] [Elzhi talking]: Yeah n***a. It's like that it's goin' down. Detroit city in the house n***a. What up my man Guilty Simpson. Fat Ray, Black Milk, DJ Diz, my n***a Hex Murda, MarvWon, Dreadknots, Fat k**ers, what up though? It's goin' down n***a. You ain't know? Yeah. Detroit all the way to Japan baby. f** y'all fake a** n***as. We out