The Literates - Get It Right lyrics

[Verse 1] You feel that fire as soon as we lit it up It's that aerosol flow that got you dizzy as f** I'm that literate real rude inconsiderate Figure if you talk sh** I'm severing your ligaments Very few hate the crew and won't accept it Jealousy is not how you remain well respected There's no limits when we drop nothing but illness Go ahead pump your fist, this is what the real is Now you you realize this sh** is not a game Some people will lose lives over five minutes of fame It's all the same you gotta embrace the name You think we give a f** about your peeps and what they saying You gotta be kidding me, it'll be little me To respond means that I believe you meet my abilities What you think this is like we don't know the biz 'Til you give us that respect I guess it is what it is [Hook (x2)] It's that crew with that golden sound we put it down Get it right motherf**er Get it right motherf**er It's that click with that sh** that you can't f** with Get it right motherf**er Get it right motherf**er [Verse 2] You can't decipher the chemical compound We those writers k**ing idols and we vitalize sounds Nobody similar, we pa** the parameter Of what you thought was sick and created something sicker The rhyme ripper poisonous liquid sipper I drink till she looks good and turns into a stripper I'm on the verge of going ballistic You stupid b**hes don't get it, my hands stays double fisted The kings of this mischief you know the name It's those west coast players with that LA game Who's to blame when we emerge from the scene With a closet full of groupies and a pocket full of greens The master of this mystery simply rip it vividly You gotta be joking I'm dope like amphetamines Enemies with the trigger better pull it When it's on then it's on, we ain't using no fake bullets [Hook (x2)] It's that crew with that golden sound we put it down Get it right motherf**er Get it right motherf**er It's that click with that sh** that you can't f** with Get it right motherf**er Get it right motherf**er [Verse 3] The kings of this rap strapped with a gift It's normal to clash with those that spit to whack sh** The fact is, we consider all this practice Imagine if we really took it serious like actors You couldn't comprehend the ma**ive attack We flip it like silver back guerillas hooked on crack Always on the exact and never lacked Our sk**s stay real 'til the sun turns black The proper elements knockin' down ya residence co*k back and spit like a snake that is venomous We never generous, sick of all this rhetoric You can't cure the pain being a medic with no medicine That's not kosher, you must be a jokester Watch him throw stones cause his rap gig is over You in the wrong zone homie, you should go home Latino a**a**ins, California home grown [Hook (x2)] It's that crew with that golden sound we put it down Get it right motherf**er Get it right motherf**er It's that click with that sh** that you can't f** with Get it right motherf**er Get it right motherf**er