Getdown

You know it's funky, funky, funky 'cause you heard it from here, say

A jam that you love and rockin' underground airwaves

Words amplified through your speakers and amps

It's time to (Get down, get down) with the sound Pro camp

And clap your hands to the rhythm we bring

This is a joyous event, so let your physical swing

Breakbeats and backspins, a notepad and a pen

These are romance poems from beginning to end

The P-R-O with the soul, so let the record play

Revival of an old school sound for the present day

Always on point, no time for what the jealous say

The essence of a real rap sound, check the resume

And keep it movin', yo, the vibe's right here

Three-sixty degrees, another world premiere

So raise your glass 'cause we're the toast of the town

Yo, Soul, grab the mic 'cause it's time to get down

So let's get down, get down (Get down, get down)

So get down, get down

So let's get down, get down (Get down, get down)

So get down, get down

So let's get down, get down (Get down, get down)

So get down, get down

So let's get down, get down (Get down, get down)

So get down, get down

Check it, I exist in a world of sound

Hit record spots from town to town

Dug deep in the crates where plates are found

Schooled by the greats that shaped the round

Phonograph, yo, I break boots in half

Street architect gets down for the craft

With the sound that hits the spot

Makin' heads bob while your speakers get hot

I'm gonna add vocab into the mix

Articulate my words so the concept sticks

G-E-T D-O-W-N

Then ascend with the three soundmen

Straight to the peak where poets speak

Jams are live and people vibe

To the underground sound that's history-bound

Once again, we're gonna get on down

So let's get down, get down (Get down, get down)

So get down, get down

So let's get down, get down (Get down, get down)