It's going down chords by EPMD
Verse 1
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Oww!
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Get on down
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Verse 2
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Well it's the E wit the juice,
I'm down to get lose
Strapped in black wit the
nine by the boots
Hardcore funk that make
ya wanna pump a chump
My posse's thick so I will
never get jumped
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Verse 3
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The Slayer a beast from
the east I'm psycho
If I had a glove,
I would be Bad as Michael
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Some say yo I sound rugged
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Pack wit the ultimate rap
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wit the Power like Snap
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A.K.A. the Mic Wrecker
A rap star wit the boomin' style,
black as tar
Smokin' the E's no jokin',
so don't trip or flip
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And make a hit, so bust it
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Some ain't feel the way I
do when I get wreck
No half steppin', I kick back like a weapon
On the microphone, I delight
And groovy, a California quake
couldn't move me
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Verse 6
Get on down, get on down
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Get on down, get on
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It's going down
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Verse 7
It's going down
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No lights, no camera but lots of action
No moonwalkin' backwards,
kid, like Michael Jackson
Strictly funk flows and steel
toed Timb boots to troop
State to state, stage to stage,
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as I clock loot
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Black Asiatic, rapper fanatic, automatic
Black nine mil is what I pack so
kill the static
EPMD quench the sound of
thumps underground
Ya stupid boy,
Verse 9
no props here, you catch a beat down
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The Squad still in effect, no record skippin'
Ya stupid boy, keep the track,
still bullshittin'
Down wit the rap pack, still
grabbin' my bozack
Here's a ticket kid to ride
the Jim like Amtrak
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Got mad skills, hi- tech, been known to snap necks
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From eighty- seven to ninety- two,
fourth cassette
But now I'm Swayze, ghost,
the rap host
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Who rip shows from coast to coast
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Get on
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down,
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get on down
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Get on down,
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get on down
It's going down
Verse 12
It's going down
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Yeah, back to the picture, the scene
It's me Erick Sermon, my M- 16
Just in case, ya know, a fight broke out
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I can just chill, pull out the smoke out
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One, no grill, no charcoal, no fluid
Act like Bo Jackson, Nike, and Just Do It
If there's a problem,
the Hit Squad rolls mad deep
So I can rest my head and
get some sleep
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While the E- Double, takes a nap,
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no time to slack
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It's my turn to guard the fort,
ready for combat
Guns and violence,
that we don't promote
Just takin' what's ours kid, chill
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or smell the gun smoke
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As I pull out,
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squeezin' like Mr. Charmin
Destroyin' posses of demo
tapes like Agent Orange
So chill kid and act like you know
Peace from the M.D. A.K.A.
slow flow
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It's going down
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It's going down
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