It's going down chords and lyrics - EPMD

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[Verse 1]
[D]Oww!
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Get on [Bm]down[D][Bm][D]
[Bm]
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[Bm]Get on down[D]
Get on down

[Verse 2]
Well it's the [D]E wit the juice,
I'm down to get lose
Strapped in black wit the
nine by the boots
Hardcore funk that make
ya wanna pump a chump
My posse's thick so I will
never get jumped

[Verse 3]
The [D]Slayer a beast from
the east I'm psycho
If I had a glove,
I would be Bad as Michael
Some say yo I sound [A]rugged
[D]Pack wit the ultimate rap

[Verse 4]
wit the Power like Snap
[D]A.K.A. the Mic Wrecker
A rap star wit the boomin' style,
black as tar
Smokin' the E's no jokin',
so don't trip or flip

[Verse 5]
And make a hit, so bust it
[D]Some ain't feel the way I
do when I get wreck
No half steppin', I kick back like a weapon
On the microphone, I delight
And groovy, a California quake
couldn't move me
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[Verse 6]
Get on down, get on down
Get on [Bm]down, [F#m]get on[D][Bm][D]
down
It's [Bm]going [D]dow[Bm]n[D]
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[Verse 7]
It's going down
[D]No lights, no camera but lots of action
No moonwalkin' backwards,
kid, like Michael Jackson
Strictly funk flows and steel
toed Timb boots to troop
State to state, stage to stage,

[Verse 8]
as I clock loot
[D]Black Asiatic, rapper fanatic, automatic
Black nine mil is what I pack so
kill the static
EPMD quench the sound of
thumps underground
Ya stupid boy,

[Verse 9]
no props here, you catch a beat down
[D]The Squad still in effect, no record skippin'
Ya stupid boy, keep the track,
still bullshittin'
Down wit the rap pack, still
grabbin' my bozack
Here's a ticket kid to ride
the Jim like Amtrak

[Verse 10]
Got mad skills, hi- tech, been known to snap necks
[D]
From eighty- seven to ninety- two,
fourth cassette
But now I'm Swayze, ghost,
the rap host

[Verse 11]
Who rip shows from coast to coast
[Bm]Get [D]on[Bm][D]
[Bm]down,
[D]get on down
[Bm]Get on [D]down,
get on [Bm]down[F#m][D][Bm][D]
It's going down

[Verse 12]
It's going down
[D]Yeah, back to the picture, the scene
It's me Erick Sermon, my M- 16
Just in case, ya know, a fight broke out

[Verse 13]
I can just chill, pull out the smoke out
[D]One, no grill, no charcoal, no fluid
Act like Bo Jackson, Nike, and Just Do It
If there's a problem,
the Hit Squad rolls mad deep
So I can rest my head and
get some sleep

[Verse 14]
While [D]the E- Double, takes a nap,
no time to [A]slack
It's [D]my turn to guard the fort,
ready for combat
Guns and violence,
that we don't promote
Just takin' what's ours kid, chill

[Verse 15]
or smell the gun smoke
[D]As I pull [A]out,
squeez[D]in' like Mr. Charmin
Destroyin' posses of demo
tapes like Agent Orange
So chill kid and act like you know
Peace from the M.D. A.K.A.
slow flow
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[Verse 16]
It's going [Bm]down[D][Bm][D]
It's going [Bm]down[D]
It's going [Bm]down[F#m][D]
It's going [Bm]down[D][Bm]
[D]Get on [Bm]down[D][Bm]

[Outro 1]
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