It's Going Down

Just rushin' like the Nile River, power we deliver
(While the others are just fly by night)

(Mastering bass), setting nights so bright
Searching for the knack
Purely just the baddest, the chief clamp down on 'em
I'll let you get a taste of me
Sit back, close your eyes
Rhymes that just thrust onto your buck buck
Haters say the lyrics ain't Gonzo but they wrong though
Instrumentals even break down on you like this
You know, I know, you know, I know
(Certain of the fact)
It's going down in mystery
(Worldly like disasters)
Just rush
Curtains for the wack
Sit back, close your eyes

Peep back, got you open wide
It's going down in mystery
Feel the bass (as the wind blows)
It's going down in mystery
It's going down in mystery
I hit the scene, lift you on my beam

I'll let you get a taste of me

I'll let you get a taste of me
It's going down in mystery
Peep back, got you open wide
The rhyme historian exploring everything that we got

Peep back, got you open wide
And days (and weeks) and months (go by)
Sit back, close your eyes
And send you through my high plains
Four by four, runnin over suckers like a Bronco
Peep back, got you open wide
Peep back, got you open wide
It's going down in mystery
Spit with that I hit with patterns get you twisted sideways
(It's going down in mystery)
Sit back, close your eyes
Inventin new styles all the time like pronto

Urban gutter anthems
I'll let you get a taste of me
In your face (and your mental) hear the taste
Sit back, close your eyes
(That the fire that you spit'll burn 'em)
Well it's the microphone ripper, party-rockin Gift of Gab
See it's (going down in mystery)
(It's going down in mystery)
I'll let you get a taste of me
And even more so we exploring everything that they not
It's going down in mystery
These are the glory days for lyricisits, forever we plot
You're not gone' be the same when our flow reach your brain
Sit back, close your eyes
(Murder one attack him)
Not your crush, show up at our show in a tacky dress
And even more so we exploring everything that they not
I'll let you get a taste of me

Sparking us, talking 'bout your prowess but we're not impressed
It's going down in mystery
And years (and decades) and we still so fly
We walking up and locking up the game and sparking up the flame
I'll let you get a taste of me
These are the glory days of lyricisits, forever we plot
I'll let you get a taste of me
It's 'bout to bust
(Beneath the skylight)
Peep back, got you open wide
Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
Sit back, close your eyes
Mind-train shiftin through your migraines
Like scribes (but we tight) and so wise (c'mon)
Wait wait wait wait hold on a second bring it back (we plotx4, c'mon)
I'll let you get a taste of me
And not tight (we keep writing)
Sit back, close your eyes
(We surpass your previous standards) drastically
Serving what you're rapping
Burning up the track and turning up the action
The rhyme historian exploring everything that we got

I'll let you get a taste of me

It's going down in mystery
(Gift of Gab won't you learn 'em and assure 'em)
And I'm the head honcho, sport golden tonsils
Fury of the rather early mornings after

(You're pervin' off the fatness)

(Like a vice on a melon squeezing tight on your temples)
Checkmate, populous crush, monstrous plush
Peep back, got you open wide
Peep back, got you open wide