Termanology - Get Off The Ground

Produced by DJ Premier - feat. Sean Price, Lil' Fame, Ruste Juxx, Justin Tyme, Hannible Staxx, Papoose & Reks


And so I send my condolences to any rapper holding a crown
I'ma blow his wig off his body and roast it
With my dudes wrecking smooth
When I'm with the goons it's so smooth
Run any rapper that wanna test the crew
I'm with the Switzerland wolves we bout to spit some jewels
For the SC and the tens that came flaming with the tools
I'm the hardest spitter and I got the heart to kill you
I put your squad up in the grave then I party with you
You not soldiers you stock brokers, the Glock's smoking
I'm Pac over Nas I'ma start rock and rolling
I'm Michelangelo eating you like a cannibal
Greeting you with my hammer-lo
Deepest flow I'm mechanical
Mandible like Canibus
Render these rappers like amateurs
Panicking what she should be my uzi weighing a ton or two
I got determination, don't spend the term is waiting
To turn your safe into my personal bank and burn your paper
The MC slaughterer, pardon us we make horror flicks
We chopping bodies like calamari, you pounds of fish
On a scale lucky lefty
Sonnie turn your vessy messy
It's Termanology rock with me
I be repping SC

(x2)
If you don't want to get buried alive or get tossed in the grave
You better get off the ground, get off the ground
From New York to Switzerland, we do it our way
You better get off the ground, get off the ground

Yo you can't rap, understand fam you can't rap
Overhand blam, you got slapped
Now get off the ground, pull my dick off a ral
Click and hiccup the pound
Pop a few bars, who eat and devour the bars
Nice rip you a bitch, still a coward in cars
Off the marijuana, I will Sarah Conner your squad
On the scene clean, we are the champions Pa
Rap Goula, it's a rap the gat shoot you
Dough fight the dyke, lil duva
Provoke Mic ice pick, your bitch shoot coolers
P, good night Pa you're a loser
Listen I rap better than most dudes
Most dudes can't rap and tap on your boat shoes
P, bust my nine
Sean Price thinking Justin Tyme, let's do it

Machine gun skunk I blow dolo
That's why your bitch jocked me like Polo
I ain't gotta go get it cause I got it on me
I smell like palm trees, nothing but exotic on me
Hoes get erotic on me, I put the pipe down
Stick the pipe in her mouth tell her pipe down
Now lick a shot for niggas doing life inside
Grabbing you by the neck, sticking the knife inside
It's B-R-double-O-K, double A-K brining trouble your way
Knock niggas out, they can't get off the ground
Shell cases found, the cops get off the ground
So put a muzzle on that bi-suiter rap shit
Nigga knuckle up, cock rugers back bitch
Ruste Juxx bullets blow out your brain
Think it's a game, listen to Lil' Fame

(x2)
If you don't want to get buried alive or get tossed in the grave
You better get off the ground, get off the ground
From New York to Switzerland, we do it our way
You better get off the ground, get off the ground

We are lyrical assassins, we handle the truth
We gonna carry the torch son when we get in the booth
Nothing to prove, ask Primo, he's a legend and you
Need to follow instructions, yeah we stand and recruit
Nobody move until we say so, we murder mass to BK
You better lay low hoe
It's a takeover, the game's over, you lame ober
Who told you dog, okay, hold up back
To the golden era called renaissance man
Fuck a fresh man and fuck with the renaissance man
It's the Clash of the Titans, you want beef start biting
Like Iron Mike Tyson in his prime make you fighting
We got the tracks make, Mr. Who gon smash
Legendary friend, got the hook on smash
Yeah, we make all these cool girls turn bad
It's a no-brainer, rocking still game fries has

Move motherfucker, what part you ain't understand
I'll murder something with the steel in my hand
Blaow, blaow, blaow
Knock something off quick
Can't dance with the wolves I walk with, we'll talk shit
We holla at the moon, let you feel that boom
Sookie, run or you are doomed
Send your punk-ass to the upper room
We do this, AMs, PMs, evenings and afternoons
Mornings it's on, a new day is dawning
Popping off over here, international warning
From New York to Switzerland, we gets it in
Competition, don't want none
We send them things whistling
Vision that, holla back it's beast mode
Unleash off the collar rap
Who gotta problem with that, hey yo Slap
These clowns get slapped, word to G-ma
This ain't stacks

(x2)
If you don't want to get buried alive or get tossed in the grave
You better get off the ground, get off the ground
From New York to Switzerland, we do it our way
You better get off the ground, get off the ground

My drip in nina hit your leader, sip tequila, look at ciba
Show bout you gripping creature, say I wanna read the meter
Hit you with the biggest heater, bullets by the centimeter
Killing with the millimeter, we should call it kill-a-meter
Bitch I hold me in the sleeper, get a seizure, get a fever
Anesthesia, amnesia, comatose in the freezer
Yeah nigga you don't know nan nigga
Just like tricking Trina, masked like a trick or treater
Laugh when I get supine
Different from a mister meaner, tripping on a mission miner
Black yeah like many pack yeah, but I ain't Philippine
Riding like a dotted diva, punish all the non-believers
Copping all the harded sneakers, rock the white and darker didas
Tryina play a part between us, catching like a wild receiver
System with the largest speakers, cause with the foreign features
Back medina, clapping shitas, singing like seraphimas
Hiroshima, damn it, shit banana click, these 2 keys

We on the concrete, hear the cars screech
Peel off, leave you obsolete
Flat line beat have beef, you better have heat
De Niro gets Pacino both plotting
You and me for eulogy, no other option
That's position when your heart stopping
Defibrillator ain't to save you
Meet your maker, talking to god in a tight situation
My insight invites patience
Your life's hanging on a tight rope
Without a scope, travel to your cranium and after smoke
Rave to angel wings, saw the rings and things you sing about
Bring em out, yeah, yeah now you hear the blocka, blocka
Better get off the ground
Sweep our job with beef we brawl ???
Lift y'all to the pearly gates
Early wake ??? you're not a stakes murderer
They creep, nigga play the piff

(x2)
If you don't want to get buried alive or get tossed in the grave
You better get off the ground, get off the ground
From New York to Switzerland, we do it our way
You better get off the ground, get off the ground.

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