Lyrics Get Down - Eylem
I
see
everybody
rockin'
the
same
old
style
And
everyone's
sportin'
the
same
profile
And
all
of
y'all
wearin'
the
same
name
brands
I
hear
everybody
jackin'
these
played
out
jams
I
won't
reach
for
no
gun
punk
I
use
my
hands
I
rock
mikes
and
roll
bikes
I
cross
foriegn
lands
I
made
my
bones
out
in
zones
where
twilight
be
And
every
time
I
touch
the
mike
it's
Fright
Night
Part
Three
For
every
emcee
that
wannaa
test
and
try
In
your
custom
made
wears
thinkin'
you
too
fly
Make
it
up
in
gold
chains
what
you're
lackin'
for
brains
Its
time
to
pull
your
mind
through,
scoop
up
your
remains
And
finally
lay
to
rest
all
the
shit
you
stressed
Of
boastin'
and
braggin'
about
the
toes
you
taggin'
I'm
knock,
knock,
knockin'
on
heavens
door
While
every
rapper
that's
simmed
is
pimped
like
a
whore
You
see
the
talk
is
eighteen,
three
quarters
past
four
When
your
doctor
slaps
my
ass,
hear
the
lion
roar
The
record
sales
soared
and
the
world
got
toured
You
say
what
happened
to
my
band,
I
say
I
just
got
bored
Now
they
call
me
Whitey
Ford,
and
I
praise
the
Lord
Find
me
breakin'
up
your
crews,
catch
me
singin'
the
blues
Strummin'
and
pickin'
like
I'm
BB
King
It's
Abdul
Rakim,
now
watch
me
do
my
thing
CHORUS
Down,
down,
you
go
Down,
down,
so
low
Down,
down,
till
you
hit
the
floor
Keep
fallin'
down,
till
you
can't
get
down
no
more
You
go
point
blank
range
with
the
scope
he's
knockin'
The
Psycho
might
change
but
there
ain't
no
stoppin'
The
mmon's
on
the
rise
when
the
sun
start
droppin'
And
y'all
need
to
quit
the
bullshit
that
you
be
poppin'
'Cause
I've
been
hip
hoppin'
since
BDP
(?),
it's
Abdul
Rakim
And
when
referring
to
me
you
must
respect
the
name
Make
a
quick
double
take
and
double
check
your
game
'Cause
you
about
to
get
dissed,
I'm
checkin'
my
list
When
I
check
it
over
twice
it's
like
rollin'
dice
I
hit
four,
five,
six,
I'm
all
up
in
your
mix
I
rock
good
from
Hollywood
to
the
city
of
bricks
And
all
these
fake
cats
scream
they're
keepin'
it
real
While
you're
makin'
your
deal
we'll
be
breakin'
the
seal
You
be
breakin'
your
vows
like
people
worshippin'
cows
And
then
I
hit
ya
with
the
who's,
what's,
where's
and
how's
Like
Vinny
Barbarino,
Matt
Pachino
I'm
with
my
man
Rino
with
the
Brooklyn
Lordz
Crashin'
the
boards
with
my
soul
in
a
hole
I
take
it
back
to
the
future
from
the
days
of
old
I'm
too
cold
to
hold,
too
hot
not
to
burn
ya
Don't
stick
your
nose
in
businessthat
don't
concern
ya
Might
have
to
trip
and
flip
like
Ive
Turner
You
too
old
for
schoolin',
boy,
when
I'm
gonna
learn
ya
CHORUS
![Eylem - Aman](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/b/q/5/1/4c466z15qb.jpg)
1 Aman
2 Mız Mız
3 Masum Masum
4 Yalnızım
5 Çok Geç
6 Allah Allah
7 I'm Gonna Get Ya
8 Turkish Delight
9 Get Down
10 Summer Dream
11 Young Turks
12 Voluptious
13 Yalnızım - Club Mix
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