Special Teamz - Get Down lyrics

[Verse One: Jaysaun] From the tip of my brain right down to the sweat that I'm perspiring What I touch combustible, guaranteed firing Known to spit cold row steel for iron men You think that's a hit? You really gotta try again I told y'all all you had to do was apologise We could've squashed the whole beef with one phone call (Call me) Your career's finished, relax, take a load off We throwback like Backlund and Volkoff You're all bullsh**ters and quitters We worked hard for this and you wasn't with us I'm Lee Harvey, you're JFK More lethal than a close-range AK spray Stretched out DOA left where they lay Let the chips fall where they may I've been nice on the mic since they called Ice Cube O'Shea And I'mma stay that way till I'm wrinkled and grey [Hook] {x2} C'mon, get down, stand up, sit down Hands up worldwide, this is that sh** now [Verse 2: Slaine] So I rose from the streets in the faded Adidas Dirty soles to new kicks that's made in Korea My words of soldiers, of a renegade, of a leader I'm the neighborhood nut, spray a f**ing hater with heaters I ain't old school or new school, I made up a fever I'm no-school, I got nothing to say to you neither I'm the flavor ether, danger when it plays in your speaker Sharper than a f**ing razor when it's shaving your beaver I'm a perverted version that curse in the third person I'm a f**ing Desert Eagle that bursts at a bird chirping Your head's bye bye, got my words working Behave with Tourette's, waving the Techs, my nerves jerking If this is your first time listening to the rhythm And discipline you about to witness him Pissing in the wind with the rhyme and the Heineken Cussing out a b**h while I'm driving like a Chinaman [Hook] [Verse Three: Edo G] You kids is troublesome, they ain't sweet like candy and bubblegum You n***as is double dumb Your very state house I govern from In the slums with bums never becoming one I keep a spare gun that'll light you like a flare gun I'm always near one, I'd rather beat you down like a snare drum Until everything I say is in your eardrum Y'all might have scared some but I'm prepared son And I know a hot beat when I hear one We ain't the most poised or them homeboys Empty cans always make the most noise Times is hard, people thug themselves They hate each other more than they love themselves I'm not thinking about getting the job or doing the job Double crossing us is like screwing the mob [Hook]