Emskee - How I Get Down lyrics

[verse 1] If you wanna try to play me You better be a very good actor 'Cause rhyming is a breeze like the wind-chill factor for me The name is Emskee; memorize it like test material, 'cause i'm imperial I used to make rhymes with my alphabet cereal when I was a kid - that was all I did, but yo Nowaday, I amaze the ma**es I'm always in there like laminated stage pa**es 'Cause I always come through in a clutch, with the [] sharp, like some razor-blade box-cutters You know the half, I'm the Ace in the hole And if you front, Ima whip your tail like a f**ing tad-pole So go ahead and keep smirking, I got your boys [] pointed at the speakers with their f**ing [hands/heads] jerking Cause they know I got the gusto By the pound, yo, this is how I get down [hook (a bunch of sampled stuff)]: I Get down Like this [hesitate?] I get bread on the regular I Get down Like this [hesitate?] Take these words home and think it through (x2) [verse 2] You can't feel beats, 'cause you ain't the the touch to rip sh** Properly You need to watch me, see You pop sh**, like the bubble on the game of Trouble And then you run like a horse in the daily double That's the sign of a true s**er A blow-pop motherf**er playing large like a [something burger?] with the extra cheese, with these scuffed up rhymes, like ashy knees Get a grip on yourself like Pewee Herman on the real Then get some sk** and then you might get a deal But for now, you need to play the low like mellow jazz Play the back, 'cause your rhymings wack Nick Wiz is on the track, and you can't beat around If my mans slacks, I got the cross-fader now Like Jesus Christ, the boys nice with his We get busy, 'cause n***as ain't got Paul waiting Hesitating is a raw plague You seem to catch it a lot, you seem to catch it a lot 'cause your style is mad vague And bland, like no frills I'm bringing punchlines and raw sound 'Cause this is how I get down [hook (a bunch of sampled stuff)]: I Get down Like this [hesitate?] I get bread on the regular I Get down Like this [hesitate?] Take these words home and think it through (x2) [verse 3] You're all up on my dick like crazy-glue creeps Cause i'm different all around like religious beliefs Duck,duck, goose I picked you to get the noose around your neck, since you want to hang around so much The dutch master is the one I obey You wanna be on top, but not real like a toupee Damn, ain't that some sh** from the bull My man, you ain't gravity, so why'd you try to pull that? Emskee is not your average, Joey with the tricks and gimmicks, and I'm not the one to mimmick - I don't play that You better get your own sh**, brother Stop biting, and start up your own style of writing Save the copying for double ca**ette decks The rhymes I write are the epitome of s**: mad pleasure I'm stimulating all around that dig the underground, cause this is how I get down [hook (a bunch of sampled stuff)]: I Get down Like this [hesitate?] I get bread on the regular I Get down Like this [hesitate?] Take these words home and think it through (x2)