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letra de get down - special teamz

[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-tters 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-t 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-cking 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-cking razor when it’s shaving your beaver
i’m a perverted version that curse in the third person
i’m a f-cking 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
p-ssing in the wind with the rhyme and the heineken
cussing out a b-tch 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-ggas 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 scr-w-ng the mob

[hook]

- special teamz

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