(It's goin' down, baby)
It's goin' down, baby
It's goin' down, baby
It's goin' down, baby
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It's goin' down, baby
It's goin' down, baby
It's goin' down, baby
It's goin' down
I be that nigga bringing fat funk freestyle perspectives
Rappers couldn't see me, they hired ****ing detectives
Check this when I flex this, put it on point
That nigga's skills dropping pokers in your
local juke joint
I'm still paying dues and saying cruise
Still getting up a nigga's asses like their
little brothers Underoos
Choose how it's hitting in your ear
It ain't news, I stay on bitches like Donna
Karan did
At parties I relax and make niggas wanna fight
So when they play some reggae keep pepper seatin' to the right
Right outta my life, you and your hottie bitch
Could see a thousand body with a no in front of it
V.A running shit, you best be believe it
If I'm up and coming, all y'all niggas is down and leaving
Hit me with a pound when I come to your town
When you see my face, you know it's 'bout to go down
It's goin' down, baby
It's goin' down, baby
It's goin' down, baby
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It's goin' down, baby
It's goin' down, baby
It's goin' down, baby
It's goin' down
Now if I told you one time I told you before child
You can't touch one kid who got twvo billion styles
Meanwhile, when it comes to mics, I be cheating
I'm destined to find new ways, an ill MC and I'm real with this
I come off like a scat, it's the dread heads checking for
Representing North
Ave, kids pack Techs, I pack technics
Lyrical contact, now I'm strapped on the streets
Freaks be eyeing, niggas be trying
But standing next to me, kindred soul in lyrical dying
I wrote the rhymes and wrote the next rappers back
So before you run up in my face, fool, remember that
Advanced in the art and maintaining
My rappers be getting vocal like lawn chairs when it's raining
Natural born MC, don't attempt to F around
Letting off like four pounds, now bust how they go down
It's goin' down, baby
It's goin' down, baby
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It's goin' down, baby
It's goin' down, baby
It's goin' down
Yo yo, my section be mic checking and MC decking
You can bump me, I ain't country
I never said I'd wreck it, so whack MC's can chill with their persistence
'Cause the minutes that I freestyle
Can probably triple your existence
I make beats to start, rappers be getting court
I swear all MC's be sampling my ****ing thoughts
It's on when I hit the metronome, big action at your show
Nah nigga, I booby trapped your microphone
Dropping rappers and black hole, Hell or Heaven
Pull them girls are small
Like Pam Grier in '77
You can't work a verse, pass it, then when I come in niggas start wrecking wind
Like thin jackets
Thinking they asking lyrical breaking backs
My sit is hot, my record company shouldn't be ****ing printing wax
(You gon' represent, nigga?)
Nigga, hide that sound,check your battle stats,cause it's 'bout to go down
It's goin' down, baby
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