Get' Em lyrics

[Hook]

Uh Man verse by verse

I'mma make these weak niggas disperse

Man I swear verse by verse

I'mma make these weak rappers disperse

Man I'mma get 'em

I'mma get 'em

Watch me get 'em

I'mma get 'em

I'mma get 'em

I'mma get 'em

Watch me get 'em

I'mma get 'em

[Verse]

I'm very instrumental, to any instrumental

You ain't on my level my nigga, even a little

You at the bottom, not even at Malcolm in the middle

You homo ass nigga, (shh) go-N eat some skittles

Now hop up on the rainbow try to reach where I hang though

I'm a little further up then and near the angels

So at your highest point you still wouldn't reach my ankles

You are what you eat but that ain't true cause im anal? (eww)

And the people show love like a bear hug

I'm here to last, they temporary call em' haircuts

Fair enough I stand behind my balls like a felon does

If you a boss, meet the executor and when it come to paper, meet the editor

A little better brah you need to step, step it up

I'm on my business that's my forte, you?

You beat around the bush like foreplay

And they anticipating me like a court date

So for the bars Im'a charge like the court say

And if the court say they know I did it like OJ (what?)

Then im in the next city like a tour date

There ain't no I in team but it's in I in win

Ain't no "I" in lose but there's an "I" in him

Meaning me meaning moi, so beat the repertoire of the upper echelon

That's high, high in the sky, high to the point that I almost saw God. (Wow)

I stand out from the rest like Yao

But ain't gotta play ball to have you cheering

Perform so well I might as well take a bow

Shitting on these niggas' like a movement from my bowels

People wanna know how if feels in the clouds

But I guess they'll never know cause im never coming down

I started with a dream, added a little faith in

Mixed it with adversity and let it marinate

I put it in the oven for a while and let it bake (yup)

Call it food for thought, put it on your plate

A friend of mighty Motown, home sweet home

Where I roam like a phone in the unknown zone

My niggas roam like a phone in the unknown zone

And we condone a tone a money hoes and clothes

And my record sell like a boat load

Fam you couldn't fill my shoes like bozos

And im solo, cause I herd that what hoes really want is a ring like Frodo. (no)

Coastal, man my nickname postal

Why they local like they old schools

I should beat them like pro tools

Will Farrell nigga started out Oldschool

[Hook]

Uh Man verse by verse

I'mma make these weak niggas disperse

Man I swear verse by verse

I'mma make these weak rappers disperse

Man I'mma get 'em

I'mma get 'em

Watch me get 'em

I'mma get 'em

I'mma get 'em

I'mma get 'em

Watch me get 'em

I'mma get 'em

Note to the world, I made it

I promise I'mma change it

Thank god to my Momma that I'm finally famous