Get This Low Lyrics - Jedi Mind Tricks

[Chorus: samples] 

"I'ma get deep like Jacques Cousteau" 

"Jacques Cousteau could never get this low, ahh" - ODB (3X) 

"And I'ma get mad deep like a threat!" - GZA 

[Verse 1] 

No where to go and I be flowing, try to flow and then before 

Back in the day when I was cool, I couldn't afford to be a guru 

On ya case like your lawyer, think you run, you mistaken 

Put all records to the side, and it's ya face I'm fuckin' breaking 

Awaken and await, and take the shit like amoebas 

I'm rollin' with stowin' Tim, gas rack, that's where the heaters 

We just wreckin', what the fuck was you expectin' from a minor 

Put a bullet through ya chest, and see who next to rap behind ya 

Straight up and down, y'all a sermon and blew it 

I half niggaz wildin', as if they smokin' a gallon of embalmin' fluid 

Drillin' and wanna be fit, like something shrimp on the barbie 

I do my dirt up in Philly, chill in the hills, where other gods guard me 

Thinkin' that's going thru my hood, like I chew it 

Comin' in with this other pussy, I smoke ya then rejuice ya 

Crucify ya, I fuckin' rhyme ya, now I'ma fuckin' shoot ya 

My bone is hard as stone, cause I got blowjob from Medusa 

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[Verse 2] 

The beat addict, I'm crushin' MC's who cause static 

Pen tips the pad, I touch stars in the attic 

The dopest that wrote this, when suckas provoke this 

Now it's the time for perpetrators to quote this 

Rhyme that I wrote for heads to get loose to 

I blow up spots like snots in a tissue 

I dissed you, dismissed, but suckas persist to 

Bite my flow, so now you know -- 

That when I rip up a set, I get mad deep 

Don't sleep, or you and ya whole crew can get beat 

As I'm waxin', taxin', a dope reaction 

Bitches who front, get reduced like fractions 

So ya motherfuckin' flex to vex, whose next in line 

To recline, and steal my lines, so check it 

Now the man ya facin', ya rhymes I'm erasin' 

If you drip or get slipped, I convict like Perry Mason 

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[Verse 3] 

Meet ya makers, ya fakers and immitators 

I'm greater cause I do my best work on paper 

Mad raps, raps the disaster from the masters 

Snatchin' up rappers, and takin' out actors 

He can test, skippin' yet, don't pass the limit 

You finished, so save the Die Hard image for Bruce Willis 

Ya raps are a joke, but I put dope from start 

Transform with the art, rippin' ya fuckin' mics apart 

This is the rawest of words of you ever heard 

My rap style superb, gettin' nursed in the curb 

It can't compete with the man when I freak it 

The crew will get beat quick, so stay in ya seat bitch 

Rhymes I wreck or perfect, and correct lyrically 

Too complex, who ya punks to step 

Yo, I be rhymin' hits whenever it's time to flip quick 

A writer's block non-stop, and I'ma get -- 

[Chorus]