(Intro) This is a tale about how an emcee named Reason joined a crew called the Get Down Gang... Shout out to The Coup Boots Riley R.I.P. Pam the Funkstress (Verse 1) He walked in the bar with a seekin' eye Lookin' for his date was the reason why Spotted her sittin' at the table Tripped on a chair he was far from graceful Took a seat and they started with small talk It got deeper when she ordered some tall shots She used to be addicted to opiates? Told stories the amounts they were copious He was a little taken back But he wasn’t gonna judge he was makin' her laugh 'til this crew came in and took a certain stance The formation, a circle the urge to dance It was clear and when they started to rock, Reasun watched, and now he found it hard to talk He only saw this happen on a screen She was talkin' but he craved gettin' closer to the scene He said he had to use the bathroom Went in there even though he didn’t have to Then he came out shortly after Had to get near the assorted masters So he stood on the edge of the cypher While a bboy struck snares like a viper... and Reasun was awestruck To say who was the best really was a toss-up They looked at him like HE could jump in He froze up and his heart started pumpin' Reasun didn’t know what to do as a Young MC who never knew how to bust a move met eyes with his date from across the room Felt pressure like he really had a lot to prove But he couldn’t make his mind up So the DJ threw on O.C. Time’s Up (Hook) Kid Cuba gonna... PyurTek gonna... Brotha Smilez gonna... (Verse 2) Reasun kept growin, a hip hop lifer, with his bro he started the Track Meet cypher, And years passed ‘fore he ever took a whirl again As for his date yo he never saw that girl again The culture in Pittsburgh was chokin' So they threw jams where the mic was open, Once a month they were havin' a ball, Then he ran into Stealth at a gallery crawl... (DJ Thermos scratch bridge) They made a vow to save this town, The event called Breaking Ground, where all 4 elements combine, Reasun & Rhetorical arranged the design, yeah, the day finally came, Started w/ emcees rhymin' off the brain Time passed like an hour by, Then everything stopped when the power died... Perfect time for Rhetorical to harness, His true power as an improv artist, Capitalized on the moment, He was known for his spoken word speeches, Stealth said it right when he spoke it, that he doesn’t just flow he preaches... The cypher was saved, lights came back on so the band could play They kept movin' the earth later on bboys, emcees converged Didn’t go without a hitch But for da true vibe yo they scratched the itch They kept the monthly goin' And meanwhile Reasun started showin' Up to the practice sessions For the crew he absorbed the lessons Cuba told him that he couldn’t just hang And spit yo he had to do this thang So he got back on the floor Step by step he was tryna explore And reach the ascension Still had to overcome a lotta tension He showed dedication so they ordained And gave him the shirt sayin' "Get Down Gang" (Hook) T. Marie gonna... Chill Will gonna... And you know Stealth-1 gonna...