(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...