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kwame – u gotz 2 get down! lyrics

[intro dialogue]
kurt to enterprise, there seems to be no intelligent life down here
crazy, yo prepare for the [?]
g-force [?]

[verse 1]
now on your mark, get set, in effect now just do it
no matter how rough i get never let me see you sweat
get hype, nonstop, go nuts, just ramble
suit up, so much boom they call you campbell
in bally shoes and nike sneakers [?] socks or barefoot
cut the rug but don’t you bug ’cause i don’t really care what
deuces are in, spin, spin again
alone or with a friend, feel like a kid again
while i play the hypnotist, i give your hip a twist
and if you riff with this, your lip will get the fist
all violence, will be silenced
we got to try against, those actin’ wild and [?]
never will i slip, torture or gossip
wanna step to me, come on wise up
paragraphs paralyzed, consider a fighter
put vaseline on my lips
a-yo they call me grease lightning
get down!

you gots to get down (you gots to get down)
you gots to get down (you gots to get down)
you gots to get (down, down, down, down, down)
you gots to get down (you gots to get down)
you gots to get down (you gots to get down)
you gots to get (down, down, down, down, down)

[verse 2]
get up [?] takin’ my jackpot
lend an ear here ’cause i swear i got
more [?] than a [?], more action than a movie
with a conflict, i evict and depict and predict i’m groovy
take away, add some more [?] more
rap so much they call me kwame [?]
face the master, feel the calamity
i got more horrors that took place in amityville
flexible, profile, freestyle
restrained from fame, that’s self-denial
punks wanna battle me, where they at?
i turn their crews into josie and the p-ssycats
and get upset, throw a fit like a fussy brat
i say “aahhh, take that you dirty rat!”
’cause i can stop, proceed with caution, yield, detour
you suck so much your mic’s a straw
so you see my partner protege [?] friend
post help wanted? inquire within
watch me in terror, [?]
rape, scr-pe, torture, brother who taught ya?
’cause i’m the type of brother who loves a lot of women
a lot of them out there i like to go swimmin’ in them
lose ’em or win ’em, leather or denim
love ’em or leave ’em or just befriend ’em
and um, i drop science, bill, brother you talkin’ jibberish
chick on the tip like a thick stick of licorice
come in the place and watch me shock the room
i make the brain cells tremble like dr. doom
feel the [?] and all that’s left is a skeleton
you putty buddy, brother you weak as gelatin
you wanna doubt me, i am kwame
stronger than a rapper hit with a gamma-ray
so get down

[verse 3]
i got a microphone to conquer, symphony to compose
just ’cause i’m a archer, puttin’ [?] nose
punks out of town, originality reigns
getting beat by the kwam, huh, it’s just growing pains
mr. big bucks, i throw the mic like chucks
so i can end ya, like a ninja
’cause i can break the mic apart with a wave of my hand
with a wink, it’s back together again
[?] and then defend, my friends to the end
that islam is my belief and i can back up any words that i say
and why would any rapper dare to compare or even get with me?
runs in your mind, like mental telepathy
the master of the [?]
four i’m better, three instead of, two, i’m number one
and i’ve just begun
to pee on redone, rerun, undone beats
that can get the people chokin’
i rock [?] beats but none of them get broken
get down

[outro dialogue]

- kwame lyrics

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