Artist: Shyheim f/ Leathafase, Rubbabandz, Snagglepuss
Album:  n/a
Song:   Get Down
Typed by: Tha Masta

[Snagglepuss]
Now everybody get down while I rise like stocks
I'm lethal like the white rocks they sell on ya blocks
It's the cartoon inventer with the style adventure
Out of the frame, Snagglepuss, that's my name
I set it off like Scottie Pippen, styles I be rippin'
Even got handicapped folks flippin'
From my rap style I should get a Grammy
Cuz I make niggas feel the Heat like Miami
Peep the technique's even
When I drop rhymes I get busy like the phones on a sex hotline
Straight from the Bounce Squad, we above of
Niggas that be runnin' shit just like joggers
Shyheim the Rugged Child, that's my man
I can't forget the Rubba to the Bandz
R.N.S. beats slam, they make me wanna yell "Damn!"
Nigga, I catch wreck for the Hell of it
My styles be swingin' like the balls on an elephant
So it's irrelevant for you to contend
My vocal tones carry 'til the end
Then makes the hardest motherfucker wanna switch
Bring on the best and I hang like the tits on an old bitch
So peace to all my peoples, too numerous to mention
You get right, we hang tight like extensions

[Rubbabandz]
I love my pants when they sag like an old woman's chest
And I'ma smoke cess 'til I cardiac arrest
I live for the blunt smokin', rap, Blistex
So when it's my time I won't go down without a fight
The Devil tried to take my life last night
Now I begin to sin, he wants me runnin' with him
Niggas get played like the keys from a grand piano
Who wanna battle? I bet their voice turn soprano
I change the channel, your style's flannel
You're gettin' torn, I'm poppin' chords with my hip-hop form
Real niggas roll with real motherfuckers
I jam like Smucker's, who wanna be the bustas?
They get clapped like a standin' ovation
I make ya bleed like a fat girl's menstruation

[Chorus: Snagglepuss]
Yo get up, stand up, throw ya hands up
Get down, and check the sound when the jam pump
Get up, stand up, throw ya hands up
Get down, and check the sound when the jam pump

[Shyheim (Snagglepuss)]
Yo I'm the man, but I don't wreck the motherfuckin' tape
I just make niggas bounce like Snagglepuss and a Doo Wop tape
You niggas can't hang with the slang that I speak
My thoughts is deep and unique like a Malcolm X speech
But I ain't makin' it plain, I got my weight to gain
Persona and drama is what my deadly lyrics contain
I keep it real from street, yo pump this jam in ya Jeep
Or better yet in ya lab, hittin' skins, smokin' some weed
You know the routine, like Jeru said 'Come Clean'
Or get deaded on the scene but this 'Microphone Fiend'
I'm not havin' it, you know my static
I be the baddest, sharp just like a cactus
Deep like mathematics, what?
Bring on ya best and watch me knock him out
(cuz Shyheim represents all the time) No doubt
And I'm out

[Leathafase]
Off go that man with that old killa flow, act like ya know
Throw ya hands if ya gun jams, no time for the scams
I leave ya body parts flowin' in a dam
Who comes raw? Ha! It's me, I wreck shops (what?)
Love pickin' fights when I'm on the rooftop
Pop niggas, blast 'em, I had to harass 'em
Pop on the corner and I'm walkin' right past him
Leathafase true and livin', run that back
The only chain ya saw was  the one that got snatched
Tougher than Leathafase to face is demeanin'
Bitch niggas just look away, bitches be beamin'
Play the low with the Champ hoodie in my skull piece
High as Coolie, now ya rest like cold cheeks
Know I'm from the old school, what you can't see this?
Bullet shells fall on my shell-toe ADIDAS

[Chorus]