[Chorus]

Get down (Get down) movin' the heat in the street

Emptying pounds (Come on) until the block's deceased

Spit rounds full of killers and hoodlums

Dark Syndicate, yeah, we up to no good son

Get down (Get down) movin' the heat in the street

Emptying pounds (Come on) until the block's deceased

Spit rounds full of killers and hoodlums

Dark Syndicate, yeah, we up to no good son

[Verse 1: Knowledge]

Fuck that, pardon my speech

Everyone silent when a king speak

We on the darkest streets, sparking leaf, it's hard to see

It's hard for me to believe or evеn conceive that one day thеre'll be peace

You gon' make me dust off the heat? (Blaaow) I leave you deceased

You force my hand, just stop fucking with me

Botherin' a G, you get dusted off like a half a key

In this life you get one turn

I heat it up like a sunburn, watch the sun burn

As the world turn, floating in outer space

Lookin' down on an alien race, a foul taste

I spit it out, start to erase

Puffed that I'm coughin' purple smoke in my face

My dogs barkin' when I walk in the place, sparkin' the haze

Strivin' for the light in the darkest of days, motherfucker

[Chorus]

Get down (Get down) movin' the heat in the street

Emptying pounds (Come on) until the block's deceased

Spit rounds full of killers and hoodlums

Dark Syndicate, yeah, we up to no good son

Get down (Get down) movin' the heat in the street

Emptying pounds (Come on) until the block's deceased

Spit rounds full of killers and hoodlums

Dark Syndicate, yeah, we up to no good son

[Verse 2: Lord Lhus]

I'm no goodie

Show your microphone, motherfucker, prepare for annihilation

Try to hate sin, I got more degrees than a master mason

Call me masturbation, I ask why with curious faces

'Cause I'm white coming out from the south like ejaculation

Keep it hardcore, I'm too raw to rap softly

You faggots is weak, go two ways like walkie talkies

We the hardest out, slap whack rappers so guard your mouth

What you all about? We disrespect you inside of your momma's house

Savage Brothers, Lhus, and Snowgoons

Automatic dream team be seen like full moons

So keep the stack flow, jakes is peepin' the cat's flow

So we ride on, banging Track 12 off Black Snow

Hit the back row swervin, who you know live like this?

Underground soldiers fightin' pigs like Mike Vick

Catch a backfist just for bobbin' your head to whack shit

You plastic emos stay in dark corners like an arachnid

[Verse 3: Qualm]

See you balling out 'til you get popped when you re-up

Livin' the fast life 'til you hit you a speedbump

Eyes fixed on the goal like I'm puntin' to win a game

Fuck her any date on a pen and page, you imitate

Shit flops, tickets sell out your bracelet

And make you hip hop, the only way you get respect when you rock

It's amongst the other heads and fiends, dreams and schemes

Beneath the streets we bend beats through amplifiers

Get more neck than vampires, I'm a lost soul so

Hip hop metropolis got dough

Stay underground, bang music through potholes

Listen to the sound, you a pussy like gato

Hold shit down, I'm the master like lock, yo

Dog, we some white gorillas plottin' like Congo

Vatos hug the block close when they ride slow

Get they mop blown, head look like a drop, homes