Get Down (Q-Tip Remix)

Now who got the flav that come a dime a dozen, that keeps 'em buzzin'

Thinking that they fat when they wasn't

Welcome to the world of Mack or Mackland, where your small like sand

I eat MC's like Pac-Man, I'm incredible

Better eat your vegetables (Why) 'cause I does what I do

I fake the roof of a soft sucker super smacking, mackin'

Full effect mic check, one, two

I'm a reign, reign forever, rain like bad weather, rain like whoever never

They can't bite my style 'cause my style ain't a style that is a style

So I can go buckwild

Betcha figured you got more funk for flow, it ain't so

Flava in your ear let you know

Now I'm about a second from the hook, look scrap your rap book

Before you get your wet style shook

Can I get down? Get on down, can I get down?

Can I get down? Get on down, can I get down?

Can I get down? Get on down, can I get down?

Can I get down? Get on down, can I get down?

The Mack's like a superintendent

Burning MC's leaves a foul scent

See I'm like whatcha called King of yes, y'all

My style's make me sick, got me real sick

It's a schtick, I come with the ammo, the real wammo

Stammo stuff that I be dropping and I'll wait, the great

Let's warm up the hot plate, I'll change your fate

From the neck, I'm a castrate

My rap loves to alienate, shake your ass till it stank 'cause stunk, I dominate

See I ain't scared of you ****, to me you're all suckers

'Cause I make the ruckus, don't try to buck us

We roll bullet proof with no cuff on the roof, bittin' like a saber tooth

I pound on the ground when I get down, so let me get down

Let me get down

Can I get down? Get on down, can I get down?

(Break it down right now, boy)

Can I get down? Get on down, can I get down?

(Get on down, it's time to get down)

Can I get down? Get on down, can I get down?

(Ha, boy, tryna get on down)

Can I get down? Get on down, can I get down?

(Here we go, time to get on down)

Can leap a tall building, crush the Earth for fun

But I'm saying ain't no fair, yo, when MC's run

Let me tell you what they do when those MC's run

They either run and give me babble or they run and get their guns

Here I stand, the rawest of the raw

We from the Queens land's without the four or floor

All of a sudden, **** is busting and fronting

Talk about your busted titles when we your idols

I'm standing in your mind's corridor

Your every thought transpires through the Tribe's attire

We bad boys to the heart and pulse and try raw quest

You follow us like coats

Precision like a Beamer, y'all need to stop forging

If I catch you, put this in the SP login

No name way, Tip, what's going on Love?

You know this **** talking be coming through, bug

The name of the track is get down, so let me get down

And pound them damsels in the ground

Can I get down? Get on down, can I get down?

(Get down, boy, it's time for the get on down)

Can I get down? Get on down, can I get down?

(Comes a lot, getting down)

Can I get down? Get on down, can I get down?

(Get down, boy, get down)

Can I get down? Get on down, can I get down?

Can I get down? Get on down, can I get down?

Can I get down? Get on down, can I get down?

Can I get down? Get on down, can I get down?

Can I get down?