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The Internationale Pt. 1
The Get Down Brothers (Skylan Brooks, Tremaine Brown, Jr., Jaden Smith, Justice Smith & Shameik Moore)
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You have to learn how to
see for yourself,
hear for yourself
and think for yourself
and then judge for yourself.
Dear Mister Cadillac,
from all of us party people in the place.
You bout' to witness something from the get down,
that you never seen before.
We bout' to reveal,
and drop a jewel.
And show why the DJ is king
not no damn tool.
Now, lets rock yall,
to the beat, yall.
Lets rock, yall
to the beat, the beat.
Lets tell em through our oral history,
passed down from Mozambique, yall.
Now, lets rock yall,
to the beat, yall.
Lets rock, yall
to the beat, the beat.
Lets tell em through our oral history,
about masters of ceremony
Standin' on the street corner talkin jive,
around a burnin trash can just slappin five.
Everything we would say would end with a rhyme,
so we memorized em and said em ten at a time.
Then we noticed,
people started callin us poets.
Three Kings threw parties everybody was goin'.
Here's a story a fantasy about a fly homeboy who came to me
once upon a time light came from dark.
on the ocean the man came on his ark, he wasn't Noah,
this before BC time,
he was the first MC,
and he came to rhyme.
He had a staff in his hand no magic wand,
he said his ancestors had passed it on.
You gotta use this tool,
to teach the fools.
There's 26 letters in the alphabet for you,
got adjectives nouns verbs.
Bam spoke, we heard
to build an army.
Knowledge is the word.
But there's people on welfare
home from Nam.
Junkies everywhere with holes in their arms.
Prostitution on a big time high and its crazy.
Young teenage girl,
she threw away her baby.
Everybodys unemployed,
Vacant buildings.
Slumlords don't care
They making millions so its up to us to be the host with the most.
politicians acting like its all our fault,
so I speak at 100, 000 volts.
Tell the news to the world the Bronx is no joke,
puttin' art on the subway trains so names can be seen through Brooklyn Bronx and Harlem and Queens.
Hey!
Hey!
Hey yo Dizzee,
Why don't you tell Cadillac How you get up?
If hardship got you down,
Get up!
That job you wanted shot you down,
Get up!
Labeled you a problem child,
Get up!
Tag your name,
Get up!
Bomb walls,
Get up!
I'm a frustrated artist, blow me,
Get up!
Michelangelo ain't got shit on me,
Get up!
In the house Butch, Kase and Dondi,
Get up!
Blade, Lee, Chain 3 and comet,
Get up!
Phase 2,
Get up!
Hey you,
Get up!
Everything that we dreamed came true,
Get up!
Mitch and Noc 167,
Get up!
Iz the wiz and it just gets better,
Get up!
Lady Pink,
Get up!
Stay High,
Get up!
Team and Tracy and 168,
Get up!
The mayor considers me nobody,
Ed Koch'll know my name when the train rolls by him.
I see you B-boys and B-girls,
in the cipher.
Its time to burn our adversary,
and let em know.
Our Dj Shaolin cuts as sharp as a knife
if you dare challenge him, he will chop off your life.
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Ayo mamas boy,
you think a band can do this shit?
check out the melting pot of musical madness cut up by your brother.
DJ Shaolin fantastic,
protege of Grandmaster.
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Hey yo, tell your fat mother that Shaolin's the DJ that we call conductor
cause Shaolin Fantastic's A bad mother-
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