Shut it Down

[Intro: Black Milk] Yeah You know what... turn that beat up OH! Yeah Think this muhf***** right here (yeah), yeah I'm just getting started I'm gon' show niggas why they, they can't stop me right now You know why? [Verse 1: Black Milk] Cuz the sound's so amazing, amazing Like the sound of the voice of Marvin Gaye Singing a song of choice I'm saying Niggas still find a way to hate the plate you was making Cuz the beats is dangerous, and the rhymes is crazy And my flow is on that new age shit So I'm like, damn how can they hate this But niggas still can't relate like two kids that ain't kin But I know the flow it can't be stopped Maybe not, burnt Cajun flaming hot shit Niggas start laying like Jews with they face to the floor And prayin', hoping I don't make shit They shake when my feet start pacing the floor From back and forth anticipating My next line, this torture, scorchin' ya faces That might be a quote in the Source pages But yo [Interlude: Black Milk] New time, new shine, man Gotta show em the real To tell em, tell em [Hook: Ahk] Yeah, come and fuck with your mans Blaze up the gas, cups in your hands Going for the crown it's the world renowned Came thru the door and we SHUT SHIT DOWN Come and fuck with your mans Blaze up the gas, cups in your hands Going for the crown it's the world renowned Came thru the door and we SHUT SHIT DOWN [Interlude: Black Milk] Ha! We shut 'em down, man You know what? Lemme get 'em [Verse 2: Black Milk] The backseat driven, the Black beat riffin' They all rap, but when it's Black it seem different They call back-up, niggas need they teams wit 'em We nod back and can't move my teams pivot Stack the green then I throw it in the pot Stay flyer then a witch's broom floating in the sky Going to the top like a balloon that's floating outside And your hand can't grab the string tied to it Rhymes congruent, yeah I still rhyme fluent Just because I do beats, niggas thought I might lose it Nope, I'm still tight to it Like two dykes with strap-ons tied to them Hell yeah, I got something to prove, and I might prove it I need five mics and my money tight Jewish Money like white women last name Stewart, but First name Martha, I make money off ya You can't stop me [Interlude: Black Milk] Nah, can't stop a nigga Keep it moving The real young one in charge, nigga! [Hook: Ahk] Yeah, come and fuck with your mans Blaze up the gas, cups in your hands Going for the crown it's the world renowned Came thru the door and we SHUT SHIT DOWN Come and fuck with your mans Blaze up the gas, cups in your hands Going for the crown it's the world renowned Came thru the door and we SHUT SHIT DOWN