Fiyablasta - Come on Down lyrics

Verse 1: Do we have any challengers? I'm taking the winnings with the "and one" That crossover appeal ain't overboard for handsome Amounts of cash that's off the gla** Reflected in Drew's Lenscrafters That the right price wanted for the man with the skinny Mics I rock nice for a fat pretty penny. (She just a little thick) Headed to the word bank to dumb it down a bit Then withdraw to tell her how ever much the counterfeit They say that money talks, but talk is cheap For what it's worth, it's price is in it's quality Though some object subjectivity What's priceless and worthless is in your E-Y-E The way I see it, creativity is where it's at And lyricism; if you're questioning where it's at Apparent that I'm your emcee; you don't agree I dare you get on the beat and Chorus: Come on down, come on down Come on down, boy (~8x) What you want? Verse 2: Kid gloves off, now I'm bare knuckling Like the echidna, beware when I'm scuffling Don't want to trade hands, get decked like I'm shuffling k** your crew showboating; I'm swashbuckling Nothing to pirate, write it with my own pen Take your cadence, have it make sense, then stack my own ends Matter of fact, it happens in rap; rappers want slappers Get trapped in the trap; even the sk**ed caught in the act like Homie said you spitting bars but Bro Bro you ain't said zip bu*ton up or get strapped down So I ain't tied to your hits Unscramble that cause them rambled tracks Got me wanting the times of Hannah Montana back Cause then I had the best of both -- you know So if you relate to my pain and you flow Chorus Verse 3: Listen I'm too clean Grittier, wittier spitting here's getting you too mean Murk them and hurt them with verses that fit in the slipstream Really Really want to want to zig-a-zig Ah! Then I'm penning them lyrics like voilas then appears gwallah That talent, talent been here, been here like I'm Gullah Gullah Island I've been Out of the Box since Rolie Polie Olie Slowly grown into the Teen Titan seen writing "Booyah!" While you XJ9's were getting booed off Whatever happened to the Robot Jones-ing For a microphone fostering imagination at home? He was cutting tracks like Samurai Jack But ahead of his time in line at the brink of rhymes revival On the Bible, that's my truth and nothing but it You can call this my Genesis; I just call you Ro-bu*t-nik The game, I run it. To console ain't in the budget Want the spot of the mascot? Well, I ain't budging But I'll tell you Chorus 2x