The Get Down
The Get Down is an upcoming musical drama television series created by Baz Luhrmann and Shawn Ryan that is slated to debut in 2016 on Netflix. The first season will be thirteen 1-hour episodes in length and will be produced by Sony Pictures Television. The first six episodes of the series will premiere on August 12, 2016.
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Get down
Get down is a stance, posture or movement in many traditional African cultures and throughout the African diaspora. It involves bending at the waist and knees, bringing the body low to the ground in moments of ecstasy or intensity. Bending at the knees and waist is an expression of profound spirituality and connectedness to the earth. It also indicates suppleness and conveys qualities and values of vitality, youthfulness and energy.
In Gahu choreography, often dancers move counterclockwise in a circle of alternating men and women; their performance includes "long passages of a lightly bouncy basic 'step' leavened with brief 'get down' sections in which the dancers lower their center of weight and move with intensified strength and quickness."
The term "get down" in popular music and slang is directly related to this particular element of the African aesthetic, filtered through the African-American experience. Use of the term by white Americans since the middle-20th century, though, is credited to the influence of a white disc jockey, Bill "Hoss" Allen, who used it on his nightly soul music shows on Nashville, Tennessee station WLAC.
Get Down
Get Down may refer to:
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Get Down! (album)
Get Down! is an album by Soulive that was released on September 24, 2002 as a reissue. It was originally recorded between March and June 1999. The album was produced by Jeff Krasno and Sean Hoess.
The album is widely regarded as Soulive's first album. With this release, Soulive made its debut with the typical jazz organ trio combination of Eric Krasno on guitar, Alan Evans on drums, and Neal Evans on a Hammond B3 . This album includes the popular "Uncle Junior," which has since become a fan favorite and major staple of a live Soulive performance.
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by Da Manchuz
The Get Down
by: Da Manchuz[Intro: Dee]
These fake ass niggas better recognize
Ya'll don't know about the squad
Yo, yo, yo
[Dee:]
Ya'll niggas wanna get it poppin' off?
Son, I spit with the force like a 44 shot let off
Believe me, my automatic tongue don't jam, I never heard of this man
But I'm about to murder this man, a verbalist man
Equiped with metaphors, that spit that I'll shit
You and your click couldn't deal with me, uh
My murder click, me, G, Kwan and Face
Never hesitate to make shit up like pool tape
You need a miracle fucking with this Imperial nigga
That's mad lyrical from the physical to the spiritual
Sixteen bars of hell, on Dateline
Once the track split, I react and rape the bassline
[Chorus: Q-Plex]
Yo, we spit one, clip one, hit one
You missed, son, send a kite to get done
As long as the clip run, we bound to make it stick, son
We done when the clip done, never run when the clip, done
[G-Note$:]
Lay the smackdown on clowns, we can get down, however
You wanna do it, with guns, rhymes, beats
Yo, the stove taste better than your flow, pa
You sound like a bitch, your mic skills wear bras
Yeah, you lyrical, nigga, but that don't mean shit
I rock street, it's nothing to make a hit song
You know how I do, I gets it on and popping
I know how you do, rocking thong thong thongs
I write like a beast, King Kong, kid
Me and my niggas spit verses back and forth like ping pong
Ring the fucking alarm, it's fire in here
We evaporate all that bullshit you spit
Go back to the lab, meditate, dig in the crates
You need to sample some James Brown, and fuck with these sounds
You know how I do, it's G-Note$, the hottest nigga out
No doubt, it's nothing
[Chorus]
[Babyface Fensta:]
I keep it thorough, rep my borough to the fullest
You ain't the illest or the realest
You ain't a killa, you Inc a Murda
You think, your pen's explosive, you ain't ready for war
I give it to you Raw like WWF
You Stone Cold, like The Rock?
It doesn't matter, do you smell what's cooking?
Your ass is grass, you just a preliminary bout
I'm the main event, your figures ain't major
You a c-minor, you all sound like little Jigga's
Since the death of Biggie, everybody jiggy
Wake up, smell the coffee, you commit suicide
For silver and tails of gold
My niggas want platinum plaques, fuck that
I'm a sell out, I want all my products sold out