(feat. Down Low Recka)



[Chorus: Shyheim (Down Low Recka)]

(You the man Shy) I disagree baby paw

You the man K (Who me? Uh-huh no way

You the man Shy) Nah you the rah-rah star

You the man K (Yeah but you can rip it the right way)



[Shyheim (Down Low Recka)]

Well okay if you say so I will be the man

But all I wanna do is make my record just slam

I wanna be the kid to make the real live single

To make the party people in the crowd shake and mingle

(Yeah well Shy you can do that with ease real simple)

True cause I'm the shorty from the Wu-Tang temple

But I can't sleep you get the girls and the cash

(Yeah yeah but you're the one that got the shorties in the smash)

Take one (take two) We comin through for your crew

(Who are you?) Talkin about you man (you can't Wu)

But you front, you all out punks on the hunt for some beats

To make your next LP complete

(Here we come) To make the crowd scream for the Clan

One by one (Takin out your crew cause we can

Get the gun) Better yet a knife what the heck

The job gets done (When we chop the head from the neck)

Since I'm short they have no other choice but to sleep underneath

The blow that be knockin out teeth

(I be the K, The Down Low Recka on the set I gets wreck

I make the calm sweat wanna bet)



[Chorus]



[Down Low Recka]

So wassup better duck from my ill megablast

You move too fast and your ass is in the smash

The Down Low Recka, shit I rock full clip

In my glock gets hot so stay off my block

I come down hard on cornballs who sleep talk

Cause you won't survive in New York

I flow a mad thick like the sap from a tree

I'm of the live brothers represents G.P.

I'm hot like the sun, find shade I got my rays on ya

Come near to raid my sphere and I'ma lay for ya

I see ya comin with attempts to Bougard

Peek-a-boo you ain't hard I pulled your whole card

I got flavor, you're damn right I gots style

Nine yards, nah the K goes the whole mile

Whoever said I wasn't ill with the skill

One minute I parlay, the next I'm all in your grill



[Shyheim (Down Low Recka)]

Back up, gimme some room so I can flip this

You touch this, come on, and get your style busted

You lay around and watch me break the mic stand

You should know by now that I am the man

Comin through, takin my place yeah you all know

That I can't be touched by a crew or any solo

Who dares to step to this kid and his Clan

(Aww damn) Another crew done by the hand

Of the Shy (What you do kid) I did him prop

(Where's the payphone) Hell yeah, somebody call the cops

When me and K grease somebody do somethin

Stop bluffin and frontin cause you ain't sayin nuthin

You're lyin, claimin that you rip shop up

You ain't heard it from me cause I ain't one to gossip



[Chorus]



[Outro: Down Low Recka (Shyheim)]

(Yeah, the Down Low Recka, niggaz ain't really wanna battle)

The Rugged Child is the man to all you crab ass niggaz

(Mad flavor, no sweetness necessary, and we out)

Peace