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get down like - lee scott & sly moon lyrics

[intro]
let’s get down like this, yo
get down like this
get down like this, yo
get down like this (and like that)
like this, yo
get down like this, yo
get down like this
once again

[verse 1 * sly moon]
doesn’t matter how many plays you get
heads still bump my sh*t on tape cassette
wait a sec before you get carried away
when the wave crashes and get carried away
you say rap with nothing to say
if i played your sh*t backwards nothing would change
can’t contain the facts behind your chain, you’re whack
break in the hall of fame and brake the plaques
blah mafia got you paying tax
chopping heads when i wave the axe
i tell you i’m the greatest but i hate to brag
you pay me your respect but i don’t pay it back
trim like joe spinell in maniac
took a trip to the moon, never made it back
rap andy kaufman
[bridge]
get down like this, yo
get down like this
once again

[verse 2 * lee scott]
one, two
(once again)
mic check, has the vibe died yet
if not, i sidestep in like let’s begin
ey yo, i’m in the house like father phil
mind set in stone, working hard to chill
cult leader shades with the lemon yellow tint
poor voices in me head yelling ‘let me think!’
take it with a salt sized grain of ricin
pay the price and eat the cake before you taste the icing
affirmative, superlative
i said i ain’t got sh*t but the whole world to give
but i’m ravenous like galactacus
get it while you can ’cause there’s no coming back from this
you can tell by the way he holds his drink he knows he’s the sh*t
i take intermittent sips and pose while i think in prose
looking down me nose at your wilted rose

[verse 3 * bill shakes]
little b*st*rd
spin a tinted mazda into bins at asda
pitter patter, jibba jabber
double backspin slap, your chin’ll shatter
brain fried with your piece of mind
i don’t need no fries, you won’t leave alive
i read and write between the lines
i’ll read you your rights in expletive rhymes
up before the suns risen, drunk vision
bed bug bitten, no f*cks given
murder frank
pour some liquor out and burn the splab
ten bags of white in me greggs pastie slice
give you bad advice, you’re whack at life
you’re playing footsie, i play the ftse 100
spit some mumbling dumb sh*t
hum drum stumbling, drunk rumbling
punk who you looking at?
fumbling my words out
pot smoker, stock broker
lost my mind since i got sober
[outro]
get down like this
get down like this, yo
get down like this (and like that)
like this, yo
get down like this
get down like this, yo
get down like this (and like that)
like this, yo
get down like this
get down like this, yo
get down like this (and like that)
like this, yo
get down like this
get down like this, yo
get down like this
once again

- lee scott sly moon lyrics

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