It's Goin Down

(chorus) It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby It's goin down It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby It's goin down I be that nigga bringing fat funk freestyle perspectives Rappers couldn't see me, they hired fucking detectives Check this when I flex this, put it on point That nigga Skillz droping foucers in your local juke joint I'm still paying dues and slaying crews Still getting up at niggas asses Like that little brothers Underoo's Shoes haotatin' in ya air, it ain't news I stay on bitches Like Dano Kariges At partys I retaits and make niggas wanna fight So when they play some reggae keep happerseein' to the right Right outta my life you and ya hoddie bitch Seein' thous of body, whitin no infron of me V.A running shit, you best be believe it If Im up and commin, all ya niggas is down and leavin' Hit me with a pound when I come to ya town When you see my face, you know it's about to go down (chorus) It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby It's goin down It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby It's goin down Now if I told one time. I told you before child You can't touch one kid, who got two billions styles Mean while, when it comes to mics I be cheeting Im destend to find new ways so ill MC's And Im real with this, I come off like a scab It's the dread heads checking for repesenting north av Kids pack tecs, I pack technics Lyrical contact, now Im strapped on the streetz Freezby aient, niggas be trying But standing next to me can result in lyrically dying I wrote the rhyme n' broke the next rappers back So before you run up in my face, fool, remember that Advanced in the art of maintaining Rappers be getting folding like lawn chairs when it's raining Natural born MC, don't attempt to F around Went off like four pounds Now bust how they go down (chourus) It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby It's goin down It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby It's goin down It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby It's goin down It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby It's goin down Yo, my section be mic checking and MC decking You can bump me I ain't country I never said I wreck it (true) So wack MC's chill with persistence Cause the minist that I freestyle Can probably shoop n' your existence I make beats to stort Rappers be getting court I swear all MC's be sampling my fucking thoughts It's on when I hit the metronome, beat acsin' at your show Na, nigga I booby trapped your microphone Droping rappers and black hole, hell or heaven Pull n' girls of smore Like Pam Grier, in seveny seven You can't work a verse, pass it When I come in niggas start breaking wind like big jackets Getting their ass kicked, lyrically breaking backs My shit is hot, my record company shouldn't be fucking pressing wax (You gon' represent nigga?) Nigga hide that sound Check your battle stats, cause it's about to go down (chorus) It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby It's goin down It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby It's goin down It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby It's goin down It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby It's goin down