Brown Sugar movie - It's Going Down lyrics
rate meSong by Blackalicious/Lateef The Truth Speaker/Keke Wyatt<br /><br>
[Chorus - Keke Wyatt]<br>
Sit back, close your eyes<br>
Peep back, got you open wide<br>
I'll let you get a taste of me<br>
It's going down in mystery<br>
Sit back, close your eyes<br>
Peep back, got you open wide<br>
I'll let you get a taste of me<br>
It's going down in mystery<br>
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[Gift of Gab]<br>
Well it's the microphone ripper, party-rockin Gift of Gab<br>
I hit the scene, lift you on my beam<br>
And send you through my high plains<br>
Mind-train shiftin through your migraines<br>
Spit with that I hit with patterns get you twisted sideways<br>
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[Lateef the Truth Speaker]<br>
And I'm the head honcho, sport golden tonsils<br>
Inventin new styles all the time like pronto!<br>
Four by four, runnin over suckers like a Bronco<br>
Haters say the lyrics ain't Gonzo but they wrong though<br>
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[Gift of Gab]<br>
We walking up and locking up the game and sparking up the flame<br>
You're not gone' be the same when our flow reach your brain<br>
It's 'bout to bust<br>
<br>
[Lateef the Truth Speaker]<br>
Not your crush, show up at our show in a tacky dress<br>
Sparking us, talking 'bout your prowess but we're not impressed<br>
<br>
[Gift of Gab]<br>
Checkmate, populous crush, monstrous plush<br>
Rhymes that just thrust onto your buck buck<br>
Just rush<br>
<br>
[Lateef the Truth Speaker]<br>
Just rushin' like the Nile River, power we deliver<br>
See it's (going down in mystery)<br>
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[Chorus x 2]<br>
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[Keke Wyatt]<br>
You know, I know, you know, I know<br>
(It's going down in mystery)<br>
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[Gift of Gab] (Lateef)<br>
(Gift of Gab won't you learn 'em and assure 'em)<br>
(That the fire that you spit'll burn 'em)<br>
Burning up the track and turning up the action<br>
(Murder one attack him)<br>
Serving what you're rapping<br>
Urban gutter anthems<br>
(Certain of the fact)<br>
Curtains for the wack<br>
Searching for the knack<br>
(You're pervin' off the fatness)<br>
Fury of the rather early mornings after<br>
(Worldly like disasters)<br>
Purely just the baddest, the chief clamp down on 'em<br>
(Like a vice on a melon squeezing tight on your temples)<br>
Feel the bass (as the wind blows)<br>
In your face (and your mental) hear the taste<br>
Instrumentals even break down on you like this<br>
(We surpass your previous standards) drastically<br>
(Mastering bass), setting nights so bright<br>
(Beneath the skylight)<br>
And days (and weeks) and months (go by)<br>
And years (and decades) and we still so fly<br>
(While the others are just fly by night)<br>
And not tight (we keep writing)<br>
Like scribes (but we tight) and so wise (c'mon)<br>
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[Gab & Lateef Together]<br>
The rhyme historian exploring everything that we got<br>
And even more so we exploring everything that they not<br>
These are the glory days for lyricists, forever we plot<br>
Wait wait wait wait hold on a second bring it back (we plot x 4, c'mon)<br>
The rhyme historian exploring everything that we got<br>
And even more so we exploring everything that they not<br>
These are the glory days of lyricists, forever we plot<br>
(It's going down in mystery)<br>
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[Chorus x 2]<br>
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