Get Down (Clean) - Torae, Freeway, Styles P

Uh huh

Yeah

Uh, Been a minute, the city back on its shit again

Let me find out they’re checking for who can spit again

While y’all was out there leaning to get crunk

Being ‘bout it, and turning up, I ain’t never stopped what the penning did

Hominems, haikus, stanzas, and synonyms

Similes showcase what getting busy is

Bar for bars, rappers were all subpar

My shit was awesome bodies with no regard

They ain’t care about spitters when I was starting to pop

I was clicking with Preem, Mims was making it hot

Party Like A Rockstar, Shop Boyz had it on lock

I was just another star on the block

But lookee here, lookee here, now dudes starting to care

About who really be spitting, the magic back in the air

I ain’t signed by Hov or endorsed by Dre

Shit I been had something to say

Tell ‘em I get down, shit I’m repping the town

Plotting on the crown, problem pound-for-pound

Tell ‘em I get down, ripping it all around

Stay true to the sound, adjectives and nouns

Tell ‘em I get down, repped for the underground

the sound, to the top I’m down

Tell ‘em I get down, homie I get

Tell ‘em I get, homie I get

Tell ‘em I get down

Like the top of the drop, drop when you come through the block

In hood weather, good weather or not

That means grind ‘til you shine, it’s good whether or not

They fairweathers in here whether it’s better or not

And they couldn’t weather the storm, they reign at the top

Well surely they Katt Williams right before Kevin Hart

Talking stats and not status, either get it or not

My days spent trying to get it and knot

Tryna get it to knock for blocks, better get it to rock

Or better yet, better get it to rot

The boy wonder is chalked full of the dope, I’m just full of the hope

The triple threaded double entendre single me out

Fuck it, it’s all mathematics, grammatic

I emphatically had it below average, stats high, that’s the status quo

Woah, tell ‘em they just don’t know

My little not little Jon while you was getting low