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oscar goldman – go get it lyrics

i’ve grown up with b boys and i don’t mean rappers
i’ve been bumpin djs and i don’t mean scratchers
i grew up with records getting put in milk crates
and a bootleg boom box eating up my tapes
djs out now don’t even use wax
emcees out now never heard cool g rap
you really wanna gain?
bump some big daddy kane
shorty don’t go to school
go buy some wu tang
its sad how fast people want to blow up
i never want a detonator put in my clutch
hold up you rap unfamiliar with a cadence
you say i’m abstract i barely get basic
face in stay scary like ghost faces
learn how to flow and go find who r.a. is
bring it back to the good old day sh-t
shout out to anyone who feels what i’m saying
never black tar i want black star
melt down bottle up in a gl-ss jar
shoot it up with the junk of a skydivers high
by the throat left my eyedea with a cry
no angry beaver
met cecil otter
kicked it with k.dawson and got to meet her daughter
learned hip hop from diggidy das efx
now i’m on the stage riggidy rockin my best

i’m simple even dribble a little middle your fiddle silly riddle trickle the skittle chicka tickle the pickle
subtle up i puff drunk skunk with a bubble b-tt numb thumbs sparking up just to thaw lungs
empty soda you really wanna change sorta
only get the backs of a quarter
shorter than your average
modern day savage
still i be the baddest like breaks in a cl-ssic
i aim to pick at your brain like k!ll shots
pain to pick at your vain like real cops
risk not want not and all that get it
cuz family matters and i think steve did it
kennan and kel had my afternoon crackin
with opening credits having coolieo rapping
i grew up with gangs like sugar hill
and the fugees had wycliffe and lauryn hill
linoleum or cardboard i’m still breakdancing
i can’t do flares and my windmills are cr-ppy
i’ll uprock your face off duck shots and play dumb
either way my day is getting grayer then the next one
i can’t scratch my wickky wickky sucks
and the lines in my rhymes aren’t tight enough
but to them i’m something like a giant buck
with enormous antlers and a face like what
i’m steppin with the weapon lesson wreckin every session testin any peasant flexin aggression in my direction
you silly milly vanilly really hot like a chili when it’s chilly i cut alkalis tenet like hostility
please don’t get mad this is how i brag
and how i pay dues to the love i have
to cool things i undertake the choke slam
and give life through a pen for as long as i can..

go get it go get it

- oscar goldman lyrics

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