Hot Karl - The Get Down lyrics

"Alright... now y'all know the rules... you can't touch the man, but you can say anything you want about him, you can talk about his family, you can talk about his friends, you can talk about his mother if you have to...." [Verse One] I'm sick of mediocre rappers with they mediocre tracks They got mediocre beats laced with mediocre raps The facts is obvious, I got some sk**s that you lack So keep faking what you're saying, you'll get mediocre slapped It's a formula to indicate who'll be next It's like a hook by Nate Dogg plus a clip by Little X Divide that by The Neptunes and kid you'll be fine Multiplied by a big rap crew and a clothing line sh**, that ain't mine, I'm 'a tell you in advance I'm stiff-arming MCs like I'm in Heisman Trophy stance Cause all y'all with juice sound mad reproduced Most of y'all been born in record labels' test tubes But it's over (over), all you products are liars You make me want to retire or break out like Mariah So here's your warning, at least half of y'all been told I'm just like Little Romeo but white, Jewish, and old Let's go! [Hook] (Let's go) yo, blaze about to cut you like a (Minstrel show) you gots to admit it's so (Hot, yo) so we can get down, I said We can get down, c'mon (so we can get down) It's like (Let's go) you want a piece of me? Let's go (Toe to toe) bring your lyrics, we can take it (Flow for flow) so we can get down, I said We can get down, c'mon (so we can get down) [Verse Two] Go ahead and try to dis me, play me like a s**er The only white guy like Jim Carrey on In Living Color You ain't never gon' hear R&B in my songs Dancing around wearing clothes made by Beyonce's mom I'll only do pop remixes to meet hot b**hes To clock mad riches with digits up in the sixes I'll be on MTV, but tell me what's the deal: Why is Iann Robinson trying to be Matt Pinfield? So keep faking like you rich with your little advance Pretending you're sipping Cris, dancing like you Damon Dash I'm beyond that sh**, I'm a pure lyricist It goes in one ear and out the other, I ain't hearin' it But y'all do it, but still y'all should be ashamed Like when Puffy did that Godzilla song with Jimmy Page But now I'm in it, and I did it without a gimmick Craig, go 'head and hit it -- the second verse is finished [Hook] [Verse 3] Think that you the sh** cause you have CDs in stores? Let's be honest here, man: even Shaq's released four So don't act like you're the man just because you grabbed a mic You can go f** yourselves like you're all hermaphrodites It's like, you showed love and now when push came to shove So now I push your fat a** into a big puddle of mud Cause of that fake thug sh** I truly despise I'm like Michel'le in '90, crying "No more lies" I would release this myself but I can't fund it alone Cause Fred Davis costs a hundred bucks to get on the phone But I'm cool with my career even if I don't get bigger I just entered this business to f** Jamie-Lynn Sigler So should I lie too so that I can sell quicker? Fake my lifestyle and words so that the label gets richer? No, I'll speak for these kids who never rap if you let me White non-violent suburban knights, are you ready?! [Hook x2]