Literates - Get It Right lyrics

rate me

You feel that fire as soon as we lit it up

It's that aerosol flow that got you dizzy as f*ck

I'm that literate real rude inconsiderate

Figure if you talk sh*t I'm severing your ligaments

Very few hate the crew and won't accept it

Jealousy is not how you remain well respected

There's no limits when we drop nothing but illness

Go ahead pump your fist, this is what the real is

Now you you realize this sh*t is not a game

Some people will lose lives over five minutes of fame

It's all the same you gotta embrace the name

You think we give a f*ck about your peeps and what they sayin'

You gotta be kiddin' me, it'll be little me

To respond means that I believe you meet my abilities

What you think this is like we don't know the biz

'Til you give us that respect I guess it is what it is

It's that crew with that golden sound we put it down

Get it right muthaf*cka

Get it right muthaf*cka

It's that click with that sh*t that you can't f*ck with

Get it right muthaf*cka

Get it right muthaf*cka

You can't decipher the chemical compound

We those writers killin' idols and we vitalize sounds

Nobody similar, we pass the parameter

Of what you thought was sick and created something sicker

The rhyme ripper poisonous liquid sipper

I drink till she looks good and turns into a stripper

I'm on the verge of goin' ballistic

You stupid b*tches don't get it, my hands stays double fisted

The kings of this mischief you know the name

It's those west coast players with that LA game

Who's to blame when we emerge from the scene

With a closet full of groupies and a pocket full of greens

The master of this mystery simply rip it vividly

You gotta be joking I'm dope like amphetamines

Enemies with the trigger better pull it

When it's on then it's on, we ain't usin' no fake bullets

It's that crew with that golden sound we put it down

Get it right muthaf*cka

Get it right muthaf*cka

It's that click with that sh*t that you can't f*ck with

Get it right muthaf*cka

Get it right muthaf*cka

The kings of this rap strapped with a gift

It's normal to clash with those that spit to whack sh*t

The fact is, we consider all this practice

Imagine if we really took it serious like actors

You couldn't comprehend the massive attack

We flip it like silver back guerillas hooked on crack

Always on the exact and never lacked

Our skills stay real 'til the sun turns black

The proper elements knockin' down ya residence

Cock back and spit like a snake that is venomous

We never generous, sick of all this rhetoric

You can't cure the pain being a medic with no medicine

That's not kosher, you must be a jokester

Watch him throw stones cause his rap gig is over

You in the wrong zone homie, you should go home

Latino assassins, California home grown

It's that crew with that golden sound we put it down

Get it right muthaf*cka

Get it right muthaf*cka

It's that click with that sh*t that you can't f*ck with

Get it right muthaf*cka

Get it right muthaf*cka