The Internationale Pt. 1

The Internationale Pt. 1 - The Get Down Brothers (Skylan Brooks, Tremaine Brown, Jr., Jaden Smith, Justice Smith & Shameik Moore)

You have to learn how to

See for yourself

Hear for yourself

And think for yourself

And then judge for yourself

Dear Mister Cadillac

From all of us party people in the place

You bout' to witness something from the get down

That you never seen before

We bout' to reveal

And drop a jewel

And show why the DJ is king

Not no damn tool

Now lets rock yall

To the beat yall

Lets rock yall

To the beat the beat

Lets tell 'em through our oral history

Passed down from Mozambique yall

Now lets rock yall

To the beat yall

Lets rock yall

To the beat the beat

Lets tell 'em through our oral history

About masters of ceremony

Standin' on the street corner talking jive

Around a burning trash can just slapping five

Everything we would say would end with a rhyme

So we memorized 'em and said 'em ten at a time

Then we noticed

People started calling us poets

Three Kings threw parties everybody was goin'

Here's a story a fantasy about a fly homeboy who came to me

Once upon a time light came from dark

On the ocean the man came on his ark he wasn't Noah

This before BC time

He was the first MC

And he came to rhyme

He had a staff in his hand no magic wand

He said his ancestors had passed it on

You gotta use this tool

To teach the fools

There's 26 letters in the alphabet for you

Got adjectives nouns verbs

Bam spoke we heard

To build an army

Knowledge is the word

But there's people on welfare

Home from Nam

Junkies everywhere with holes in their arms

Prostitution on a big time high and its crazy

Young teenage girl

She threw away her baby

Everybody's unemployed

Vacant buildings

Slumlords don't care

They making millions so its up to us to be the host with the most

Politicians acting like its all our fault

So I speak at 100'000 volts

Tell the news to the world the Bronx is no joke

Puttin' art on the subway trains so names can be seen through

Brooklyn Bronx and Harlem and Queens

Hey yo Dizzee

Why don't you tell Cadillac

How you get up

If hardship got you down

Get up

That job you wanted shot you down

Get up

Labeled you a problem child

Get up

Tag your name

Get up

Bomb walls

Get up

I'm a frustrated artist blow me

Get up

Michelangelo ain't got sh*t on me

Get up

In the house Butch Kase and Dondi

Get up

Blade Lee Chain 3 and comet

Get up

Phase 2

Get up

Hey you

Get up

Everything that we dreamed came true

Get up

Mitch and Noc 167

Get up

Iz the wiz and it just gets better

Get up

Lady Pink

Get up

Stay high

Get up

Team and Tracy and 168

Get up

The mayor considers me nobody

Ed Koch'll know my name when the train rolls by him

I see you B-boys and B-girls

In the cipher

Its time to burn our adversary

And let 'em know

Our Dj Shaolin cuts as sharp as a knife

If you dare challenge him he will chop off your life

Ayo mamas boy

You think a band can do this sh*t

Check out the melting pot of musical madness cut up by your brother

DJ Shaolin fantastic

Protege of Grandmaster

Hey yo tell your fat mother that Shaolin's the DJ that we call conductor

Cause Shaolin Fantastic's

A bad mother