[Intro]
Open on the lights, the mics, the turning the table
Sound systems peak with breaks and beats
This jack cuts, sucks up rocks
Running on tracks of physical fitness
Sit-ups and stretches, breathing exercises
Compresses five minutes a second
Never forgetting to get everything one can get
[Verse 1]
The name is Get Open, now we're three years old
We wrapping rhymes around beats so they don’t get cold
Scoop a loops, bazooka, freak 'em out, add a beat then I bust
Just love and simple jibble make the tracks that I trust
I open heads and use brains to butter my bread
While I'm picking bitches, MCs out of my boots, shreds
No compassion, my big bazooka sees action
I flow like the blood in a muscle, I keep contraction
And when I write a rhyme about how we get down
I flip it inside my skillet ’til it's golden brown
Now it's hot, the challenge is out for a title shot
Watch me forget the rules and go straight for the vital spots
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[Verse 2]
I had imported beers from Mexico, gas like Texaco
Pants low, like the ghetto, the cowboys
I came on the middle of the month, check day
And in the future life I'll probably pay
But who's to say, 'cause I'm right here today, hey—duck the spray
You want to see some smoke? See my man José
You want something stronger, you got to wait a little longer
Huh! so loud with the booming system
My man Mike been dead for three years and I still missed him
The Ampex 456 is to the mix
Watch the black truckers inside some dicks
The prayer beads bleed from the crucifix
G.E.T. Open waves like the N.E.T
Reporting status like an EKG
M.I.E.–S.T.E.R. be on, far beyond
Adaptive above norm, I transform
Move on you like the FOI, stay high
Above the law like the FBI
Electrified, sliding plates like earthquakes
On the wheels of steel, on the dogs with high stakes
See me on the CB, I be transmitting
Observing your system like the CIA
Foreplay, for intercourse with the FEMA
Open and close ecosystems like the USA
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[Verse 3]
Open, my rhymes so hot they smoking
Saturated my style, where the kerosene soaking
The burn—slow as a torch to the touch, they scorch flesh
Intertwining, they mesh to break beats
In ya like cleats and peat moss, and one with the Force
My style's gravy, and kids are lost in the sauce
It’s seven-course meal and they can’t deal
Niggas gorge themselves trying to stomach the words that I will
Hah, greedy jerk, that's why your belly hurt
You use an ice cream sound, I toast with maximum megahertz
All over the globe, I shine like a strobe
Blinding your mind and smacking up your prefrontal lobe (forget)
Open for discussion, form for debate
Bring my thoughts to the table so we can illustrate
The force of knowledge, Get Open reigns supreme
Bring it like Chris, live with the open scheme
Open dream for the later, motivator
Most common activator, ready for the major
Break through the fences, illuminate your senses
Woodstock style coming from the trenches
Of hip-hop but didn’t stop, no, I didn't quit
Nine years straight, about time to validate my coupons to success
Always kept to the hopin', now I'm on the list
Yo, check and dig Get Open
[Chorus / Outro]
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