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Shad: I Get Down from the album When This Is Over, pick it up

V-1

Big ups to 91.5 live from cold k-dub

Just reminding all my guys in the world to stay up

Never had to spray slugs so I dont play thug

Or try to fit with the killers like O.J.s glove

Still cats love to see me like their own pay stubs

Out to create buzz

know that s.k. can shake clubs

like car thieves or golfers

crazy compulsive

cold killer so ill

Im giving competition ulcers

Fierce frenetic poetic pierce the pathetic plagues

My powerful prophetic poetics penetrate

This renegade relic raps rugged and demonstrates

How to scoop honnies with nothing but that angelic face

Aesthetic-based waste get shredded, I set it straight

For the hapless half-wit homies that hesitate

The hellagreat, elevated skills you celebrate

Practice??? Kid ive been this ill since seventh-grade

I dedicate this to my sis and the crew

Thanks for coming out but the competition is through

I get down

V-2

All the suckas and frauds with soft stamina dont trouble me

Duck or Ill damage ya on camera publicly

When I utter these subtleties

Brother please

Im the biggest thing out of Canada since Pamelas double-ds

Colleagues and critics all apply the accolades

To apply describe how my flyness fascinates

I activate the part of me

That advocates the artistry

The slick, sharp tongue

That would lacerate your arteries

Like an axe to the heart

Hackin apart cats lackin the smarts

Cuz Ive mastered the art

I synchronize my syndicate

For rhyme syncopation

Even skits that I improvise

Sit in syndication

Let my sinful syntax and simple grin flash

cause dimes fall victim when my dimples impact

Cats listen close for quotes or vibe to it

I school dudes and make guys students of my music

The dumb sound dopest with their mic lines muted

While my iq is so high you couldnt fly to it

I get down

V-3

My language is used

To bruise and stick damages to

Other bands and their crews

While all their slick managers do

Is just bandage their wounds

This man is just too sick for Canadas amateurs

I make em dudes do flips like coin tosses

When I rip mics like loin clothes

Stripped off a groin

Join the clik or get going

Kid your showing softness

I cross kids like Hot Sauce does

While imposters talk and jock like Bob Costas

This colossus is so pompous its preposterous

Im always jamming like Peter Toshs rastas

Getting the thoughtless tossed quicker

Than The Moffats in a mosh pit, homes

I get down like acrostic poems

My resources hold more forces

Than the torque on 400-horse Porsches

I contort, twist and torch kids

With my oral orifice

Til these dorks is nothing more than some scorched corpses

I get down

V-4

Its like Im squeezing a glock

When I creep in the spot

People get shot back

Freeze and then flop, breathe and then stop

The way I leave em in shock

Forget radio they play my flow on (Ripleys) Believe it or Not

But I still dont own the keys to the drop

Leasin to cop the beach with the yacht and dont forsee reaching the top

But thats cool cause Im frequently jocked from speaking this talk

Plus on the streets I get props

Well before I leave peace to the blocks

Where my people still beef with the cops

And get beaten a lot, it needs to get taught

And ask Kanye, Jesus can walk

Already reach for the rock, not the heat to get cocked

Releasing the shot, ending a life

No need for the pop

Ya heard? like sheep with the flock

I get down