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It's Going Down Lyrics - Blazing Arrow - Blackalicious

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 mystery 

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 mystery 

 

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 

 

And I'm the head honcho, sport golden tonsils 

Inventin new styles all the time like pronto 

Four by four, runnin over suckers like a Bronco 

Haters say the lyrics ain't Gonzo but they wrong though 

 

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 

 

Not your crush, show up at our show in a tacky dress 

Sparking us, talking 'bout your prowess but we're not impressed 

 

Checkmate, populous crush, monstrous plush 

Rhymes that just thrust onto your buck buck 

Just rush 

 

Just rushin' like the Nile River, power we deliver 

See it's (going down in mystery) 

 

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 mystery 

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 mystery 

 

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 mystery 

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 mystery 

 

You know, I know, you know, I know 

(It's going down in mystery) 

 

(Gift of Gab won't you learn 'em and assure '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 bass (as the wind blows) 

In your face (and your mental) hear the taste 

Instrumentals even break down on you like this 

(We surpass your previous standards) drastically 

(Mastering bass), 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) 

 

The rhyme historian exploring everything that we got 

And even more so we exploring everything that they not 

These are the glory days for lyricisits, forever we plot 

Wait wait wait wait hold on a second bring it back (we plotx4, 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 lyricisits, forever we plot 

(It's going down in mystery) 

 

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 mystery 

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 mystery 

 

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 mystery 

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 mystery 

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