Jonell - It's Going Down lyrics

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