Get Down

Featuring Justin Canavan

I gotta telephonic flow
puffin on hella chronic smoke
I gotta jar full of dreams
in a mini limousine
and it’s parked out front
I got an idea lets spark that blunt
touchin sky wit the feelin
dat you killin
-each and everything you spillin
from ya mind
when the world aint watchin
cuz everybody blind
when the words that they talkin
is every bit a lie
toss ya torch in the storm
cuz a star should expect to shine
the revolution will be televised
tune in and watch
for a weekend thru a rebel’s eyes
nobody want it in the winter
but if you have to have ya dinner
what’s wrong wit a little bit a devil’s pie
i hear it tastes fantastic
moved me up outta my basement
and placed me in the attic
thought i was gettin cable
then the shit went static
what happened
I guess that in the end it was still just plastic

I just wanna rock this party
I just wanna move this crowd
I just wanna shake ya body
I just wanna get — down
I just wanna make it easy
I just wanna play this sound
I just wanna break believe me
I just wanna get — down

C-H-I Cago
up out ya seats
victory is a motto
and it’s spray painted on the streets
it’s why we post like scarecrow
why no i dont wear those
shit it’s the reason derrick rose to his feet
It’s the heat it’s the sweat
It’s the work to make the check
It’s the way we choose to move
to the beat between the deck
it’s the drugs that we take
and the ones that we lack
It’s the bears in my blood got me sayin fuck the pack
It’s that — next to fresh air that we breathe
But I still love the taste of them california greens
turn california seeds into california trees
then i blow it all back and have california dreams
(no pause) red carpets awards and some shiny things
where the beautiful women
are far from too in between
damn it would be a good vacation
so I wake up in chicago get back to the chasin

I just wanna rock this party
I just wanna move this crowd
I just wanna shake ya body
I just wanna get — down
I just wanna make it easy
I just wanna play this sound
I just wanna say believe me
I just wanna get — down

Ugh, I’m hear make ya pull out ya cameras phones
Me witout a mic is like a dog who hadn’t had his bone
and If Da$h on same stage that the kid named J Canana on
we burnin this bitch to da ground and thats word to
shoshanna homes
when i was a kid they used to call me outta control
Cuz my mind would usually move a little quicker than my body could go
I bottled a flow
and I guzzled that shit
like it was D-A-$-H20
It was great to know ya
but i’m off to the end of the system that they say stay solar
i’m followin a quazar
to be the next czar
and if I come back it’s wit yoda for the alien takeover
Invasion
the name of the game motherfucker why you hatin
quit playin is this cat for real
play the fuckin hook n’ let em know how i feel


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