Lyrics Get Dowwnn - Vinnie Raps

Ey yo Cape Town, Johannesburg, New York City
LA, Blantyre, LCity, wherever in the world you are
If you tuned into this
You're listening to the best radio station in the world
Real hip hop right here
And right now I got that nigga that shows you
How we get down down here man
If you don't know about this, what the hell do you know?
What the hell do you know man?
What the fuck do you know? Here we go

What do you know about this?
This the lost art of rap like the city Atlantis
Put you under water you can call me John the Baptist
I can bet a thousand dollars your favorite rapper can never match this
Put me in a room of rappers all I see are victims
Crutches crotches caskets
Knock them off their balance off the hooch
I'm in the booth till I'm in Calabasas
My enemies in the dungeons should've never spoke about us
Then there comes the silly questions
Like who the hell are you and where you from you little cactus
Well for starters, my touch is golden I'm little Midas
Minus the Phrygian I feel like I'm little Osiris
I'm half man half amazing half man half alien
You try to know about me I'm African and Sumerian
A Muslim and a Christian IOS to a Symbian
Android to a lot of them they copy how I operate
And I want everything and more ain't no mini miney
Coming for the top spot nobody can stop me
Step on me I blow your leg off you undermine me
Shit, Kaboomas when them niggas try to try me
Rappers full of travesty I bring them to reality
These rappers stuck inside a bubble so I pop it for them
Got a newer strategy to put these niggas under siege
Undoubtedly the greatest rapper and I stand on it
Ama make it and I bank on it
I'm a star in the shining like I'm Stanley Kubrick
Gatekeepers get canceled like a homophobic

Fire!
Fire!
Ooh shit it's going down out here
It's going down right here man, right here on 9.5
We taking it global nigga hip hop in this bitch
And I'm sorry if I cuss a lot but this some hip hop shit

Put some respect on the work that I put in
Disrespect the set you gone end up inside a gulag nigga
Yeah true that nigga yeah true that
This ain't a game though
You got me fucked up thinking this shit is some Nintendo
I'm a friendly philosopher but I don't play though
Oh I see you trying to change the instrumental
The talent is God given the passion well driven
I feel like Tiger Woods on the course or Scottie Pippen
Dunking a couple of points uh always winning
At the moment I'm hella broke ain't got no pot piss in
But I keep on going strong just like I'm Tom Brady
Rhyme easy taking candy from a blind baby
That's some Third eye shit you can't get it
I can bust a lil rhyme scheme from the 80s
Those are lyrical gymnastics got the bars doing backflips
Bend syllables and ad libs I'm the word contortionist
My nigga Toast calls me a word smith
What you're listening to is the surface
I write rhymes just to pass time
Or burn a Doobie to slow down time Einstein
Letting my mind wander blindly for like seven two double O seconds
2 hours just to be precise
Say hello to the lil best
The best rapper yeah I said it with my whole chest
And yes, all you rappers better digest
In two years I'll be yelling check mate this a game of chess
Every time I'm on the mic I rhyme tight Just like Dolomite
I might punch I might bite just like Mike Tyson
Your girlfriend a huge fan coz I'm too enticing nigga

This nigga really said he might punch
He might bite just like Mike Tyson
And your girl is out here because he's too enticing
What the fuck is going on in here
Ey yo Ey yo If ya'll niggas ain't really playing with words
Like this nigga right here
I don't know what the fuck you're doing in the rap game
Like seriously man
What the hell are you doing? What the fuck dawg?
Fire!
9.5, we're coming to you live
Hip hop is alive
Peace it out nigga