I Gotta (Get Down) chords by Casual

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I take rap to the pinnacle with
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my cynical interview
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Forensics magnify the rhymes,
none are identical
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To the track when it go boom boom bap
Bring the Indian rain rap
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You'll honor the last left, brain rhymer
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My presence on the mic is water
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on the rocks in a sauna
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An uninhabited world of greenery
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And plus my psychic ability
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en ables me to see
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That you're not what you seem to be
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When I drop one watch one land
where your man's standin'
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Might just ram my hand with your teeth
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But I'm righteous carnivorous
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I give you a spot to start at
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Your niggas be like,
"You saw that?!"
Subconscious brain pain,
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call it a nightmare
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Now that I got you seein' the light,
STARE
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Yeah, it's aimin' dead into your retina
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Not to threaten' ya but just let me KNOW
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Shoot the shot ya got
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When every nigga rock the spot
I got... to get down (boogie)
So many fables from labels it's
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hard to stay stable
But a nigga stay up like seat
backs or trey tables
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At any lecture that I speak at
I'm pitifully ridiculin' weak cats
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For being ridiculous with the shit ya bust
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I can tell ya sniffin' dust,
tryin' to riff with us
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Nigga, I bust rhymes like pomegranates
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Fuck around and run the planet
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Make the underhanded want to panic
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I'm the fliest on papyrus
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Look deep into my iris and try to deny US
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It's re ligion that I rip the rhythm
Got all fans wavin' they hands
like hypnotism
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And the weightless hate this
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When I fuck around and start rippin'
off the top like a rapist
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While you stand by the mic on the wait list (I'm next man,
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I'm next)
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Shoot the shot ya got
When every nigga rock the spot
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I got... to get down
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(boogie)
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When it gets   hectic a dope fiend will use a Coca
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Cola can for a smokin' utensil
Like I wrote this rap,
with a broken pencil
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I smokes like a freight train
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One man with eight brains
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Punch will make a
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sadomasochist hate pain
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Wait till I mas ter this
Like Plato and? The Audorius?
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It's likely we fuck with your psyche
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Developin' mental mic maneuvers
to make these marks like me
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I   be a wonder with words
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Keep my styles inventive,
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spinnin' at 33 and 1 3
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The heard of me in the flats,
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heard of me in the burbs
Studied my etiquette,
lyrics embedded in tracks
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Peep the predicate you better
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get back
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My format with raps stay
ahead of the wack
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It's like you're lost in the Sudan,
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caught in a sand trap
And palmin' Anthrax,
tell your man, "Stand back"
Or I'll apply the pressure
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by hand man
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They can't stand that
My shit EXPLODE, where ever it land at
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A nigga got his own sack
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Wack vulture,
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hover where the microphone at
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Shoot the shot ya
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got
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When every nigga rock the spot
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I  got... to get down (boogie)