Take It Down feat. Kin Keezy
Produced by Dj Raff
This was a song that was so spontaneous and felt so right. My dude Raff sent me the beat from Chile and once I heard it, I knew I wanted to get the homie Kin Keezy on it. I sent it to him and within minutes he had the hook and within a few days he sent me his verse and I was blown away (no surprise, dude is a beast). I layed my shit down with proper inspiration and sent it to Raff. It was supposed to drop on his album but I guess didn’t make the cut.
Glad I’m getting to put it out now. Joint is a fucking banger!

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Hook x2:

We’re not a target market/
We’re not starving artists/
We’re not part of this/
We’re only here to take it down/
We’re not heartless, godless monsters
Marching to a dead drum, come/
Let’s take it down/



Kin Keezy verse:

We’re the masters of the universe/
Last of the unicorn/
Spawned from a crass pack/
Laugh at your funeral/
Death can’t touch this, head like a holy war/
Crunk in a 4 door/
Bump through the floor board/
Cloud dance wing tip, southern hospitality/
Hold it with a mean grip, momma would be proud of me/
Life flower blazing on an old raider starter coat
Real fucking country, born out past where marta goes/
Broke like curses/
Hex of the hexagram/
9 in my right 45. In my second hand/
you want the bar raised? We fucking raised it/
along with hell and the roof now we gonna rain in/
this aint a subculture cult double feature/
elitist scene posers with gold that hold heaters/
I dropped the beef and went vegan in 98’/
But we’ll still take it down if my people are at steak/

Hook x2:

We’re not a target market/
We’re not starving artists/
We’re not part of this/
We’re only here to take it down/
We’re not heartless, godless monsters
Marching to a dead drum, come/
Let’s take it down/


Soarse Spoken verse:

We're the gansters of the beautiful/
bastards of the suitable/
last of the fat cats/
blast at your musical/
Dirty rotten bottom with the impact of a cadi grill/
Finger fuck your dame trying to get up in her daddy's will/
Trunk rattle snake moan/
utilize the same poem/
life is only precious when I'm keeping her in safe mode/
Face facts..hey/
chasing death around a race track/
just one drink to loosen up get this party jumping asap/
Party rap survival kit/
vital to the rifle spit/
meant to fuel the rage of a fucking suicidal kid/
True funk/
bump it up a notch/
fist full of dollars
leave it to these two punks to crunk it up alot/
raised up in a gutters ditch/
god save us in her mothership/
somebody save the kids before they end up on some other shit/
pagan poetry punk and my pistol's near
and we'll still take it down if my people ain't cristal clear!

Hook x2:

We’re not a target market/
We’re not starving artists/
We’re not part of this/
We’re only here to take it down/
We’re not heartless, godless monsters
Marching to a dead drum, come/
Let’s take it down/