Get down, get down, get down,
Get down, (are you listening?)
Get down, get down, get down,
Get down. (listen to this, hey)
When I start, I master the art of getting down to the heart,
And set apart to spark emotion at the slightest sound,
And it's probably one of the realest topics ever spoke upon,
Speech to gobble a peach; swallow a chunk to choke upon,
I'm gifted, I know it,
Still I was wandering, no path,
They tell me, "Boy, you're a star," (sign me your autograph)
This can't be it though, mind gone, staring into space,
Sorry, where was I?
Thoughts gone without a trace,
Was the love of my life, hip-hop, God or my wife?
A combination of the three, that would probably me nice,
Have to do with, suffice,
I break the ice with device, and take advice that comes with the price of rolling the dice.
Get down, get down, get down,
Get down, (are you listening?)
Get down, get down, get down,
Get down. (Listen to this)
I get down for whatever,
Pound to the sound of the ground, any weather,
Storms may come, but conform me? - never,
My mind transformed by words born to live,
Forever scorned, but still I'd rather walk in the light of the truth presented,
I never understood grace 'til I really repented, 'til I truly committed, my total self admitted,
Now my hustle has found purpose, and pimping I gotta get it,
Even if bloodshed if part of my quest, I'm embracing my deathbed 'til I'm collecting the rest,
I ain't leaving with out receiving what was meant for me: God's will being fulfilled through my life completely, get down.
Get down, get down, get down,
Get down, (are you listening?)
Get down, get down, get down,
Get down, (listen to this)
Get down, get down, get down,
Get down, (are you listening?)
Get down, get down, get down,
Get down. (listen to this, hey)
Get down, get down, get down,
Get down, (are you listening?)
Get down, get down, get down,
Get down, (listen to this, hey)
Get down, get down, get down,
Get down, (are you listening?)
Get down, get down, get down,
Get down, (listen to this, hey)
Let me get at the verse, let me get at the vocal,
Let me be real as I slowly approach you,
Tell me your feelings on the world's conditions,
Sign away, but let me get your permission to release conviction alone,
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