Template:Infobox song "Get It" is the tenth track on Fort Minor's We Major mixtape.
Background
"Get It" is a Styles Of Beyond song produced by Scoop DeVille.
"Get It" is named after, and samples, Jame's Brown's "Funky Drummer" jam session from 1969 which is one of the most popular tracks sampled in modern hip hop music. The sample comes from near the end of the jam, when James Brown counts down "one, two, three, four... get it!"
The chorus of the song spells out "S", "O", "B" as Ryu and Tak explain what the abbreviations are for in the following lines. The beat features the flute in the verses and chorus.
The song was first released on Fort Minor's Sampler Mixtape in fall 2005 to Fort Minor street team members. The version on the Sampler Mixtape features two rewinds of the first "yeah" by Ryu in the intro. At the end of the song, there are shout outs by Styles of Beyond. Ryu says, "hey yo, what up, this is Ryu from SOB, Fort Minor in the motherfucking house. You just get heard Get It off the Fort Minor mixtape. Demigodz in the house, professional lit slickers, put that shit up and show the bitches we're shining diamonds over here, this is Machine Shop, holla at me." Tak says, "yo what up, this is Tak from Styles of Beyond, and you're listening to the Fort Minor sampler, album in stores The Rising Tied November 22nd." And Cheapshot adds, "Yo this is DJ Cheapshot, representing Styles of Beyond, you're checking out an exclusive preview of Fort Minor's The Rising Tied, dropping November 22nd, 2005."
In October 2005, it was featured on Fort Minor's We Major mixtape as well. It is the only track solely by Styles of Beyond on We Major. The version of "Get It" on We Major features DJ Green Lantern scratching the "get it" sample from the end of the chorus over the end of "Petrified (Doors Remix)", the track before, and into the beginning of "Get It". It also features several rewinds by Green Lantern of Ryu's intro to the song, as well as the acapella chorus of "Be Somebody", the next song, at the end.
The full version of the track, at 2m 59s, appears on the S.C.O.M. / Dolla / Get It / Spray Paint + Ink Pens promo vinyl released by Warner Bros. in 2006 where it was released in three versions - explicit, clean, and instrumental.
The track did not end up appearing on the Styles of Beyond 2012 Reseda Beach album or the 2007 Razor Tag mixtape although it was a new song from 2005.
Versions
Note: Only the date of the very first release of each version is listed.
| Title | Album | Length | Recorded | Released | Notes |
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| Get It | Sampler Mixtape | 3:07 | 2005 | October 2005 |
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| Get It | We Major | 3:08 | 2005 | October 30, 2005 |
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| Get It (Explicit) | S.C.O.M. / Dolla / Get It / Spray Paint + Ink Pens | 2:58 | 2005 | May 26, 2006 |
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| Get It (Edit) | S.C.O.M. / Dolla / Get It / Spray Paint + Ink Pens | 2:59 | 2005 | May 26, 2006 |
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| Get It (Instrumental) | S.C.O.M. / Dolla / Get It / Spray Paint + Ink Pens | 2:59 | 2005 | May 26, 2006 |
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Live
Fort Minor has never performed "Get It" live, but there is footage of Styles Of Beyond performing it at their own shows.
Personnel
- Ryu Maginn - Vocals
- Takbir Bashir - Vocals
- Colton Fisher (Cheapshot) - DJ
- Scoop DeVille - Production
Lyrics
Yo, yo. yo Ryu and Tak.
Demigodz, Scoop Deville
This kid is only seventeen, man.
He's about to be a problem!
So let's get right to it and groove,
It ain't nothing but a thing to get you people to move,
Got em' lovin' the way we swing, when we step on the scene,
You know we kill it, goin' all out,
We about to g-g-g-g-g-get it,
It's in my blood, I was born to spit it.
The cord has kept me warm through the storms of winter.
Ignore the pain, the struggle, when it's time for dinner,
We huddle together and grind, rain or shine,
Survive the weather, forget about changin spinners,
Throw me a bone, I'm just trying to raise my litter.
It made me bitter, eventually made me sicker,
So when the heat's on, we don't get pre-game jitters, (uh-huh)
We go to work man, diggin' the dirt,
We took 'em to church with chicken and some teenage strippers,
Livin' life by the seat of my pants, and three-peated we champs,
Undefeated, we can't lose ever.
Whoever wanted with us better roll with a camp,
Be trust to cover your ass when your asses can't. (huh)
So bottom's up, here's one for the crew,
Put some liquor in your gut and tell me what you wanna do, singin'
S, for every sucker left behind,
O, what they were yellin' when I bust a rhyme
B, best believe when it's time to get it,
We grind and check 'cause we ain't got time to kick it.
S, for the drunk sexy women,
O, sippin' Jack with some Pepsi in it,
B, best believe when it's time to get it,
We grind and check 'cause we ain't got time to kick it.
So let's get right to it and groove,
It ain't nothing but a thing to get you people to move,
Got em' lovin' the way we swing, when we step on the scene,
You know we kill it, goin' all out,
We about to g-g-g-g-g-get it,
Wow look at 'em now, their mouths are closed,
We done came a long way since 2004,
Spilled bleach, got the whole entire crowd exposed,
The fume's leaking in the street, throwin' down them bowls, (whoa)
We on the job, don't roll with the mob,
With fake facades, to get it, just to make me large,
I roll a 7 and 9, just to break the yards,
And step in your mind and unfold the great bazaar,
Hit the killswitch...yeah I found my hitch,
I'm on the pitchers mound, for now it's me and Will Smith,
Finally overseas, I sneak in your mattress,
Ain't nothin' like a sweet club freak with a accent,
We out gettin' bent, million dollar amounts,
So if you with me, lemme see you raise your bottle and shout,
Singin'...
S, for every sucker left behind,
O, what they were yellin' when I bust a rhyme
B, best believe when it's time to get it,
We grind and check 'cause we ain't got time to kick it.
S, for the drunk sexy women,
O, sippin' Jack with some Pepsi in it,
B, best believe when it's time to get it,
We grind and check 'cause we ain't got time to kick it.
So let's get right to it and groove,
It ain't nothing but a thing to get you people to move,
Got em' lovin' the way we swing, when we step on the scene,
You know we kill it, goin' all out,
We about to g-g-g-g-g-get it...
Yeah, Ryu and Tak.
S.O.B
Demigodz, Green Lantern, Scoop Deville
This kid is only seventeen, man.
He's about to be a problem!
So let's get right to it and groove,
It ain't nothing but a thing to get you people to move,
Got em' lovin' the way we swing, when we step on the scene,
You know we kill it, goin' all out,
We about to g-g-g-g-g-get it,
It's in my blood, I was born to spit it.
The cord has kept me warm through the storms of winter.
Ignore the pain, the struggle, when it's time for dinner,
We huddle together and grind, rain or shine,
Survive the weather, forget about changin spinners,
Throw me a bone, I'm just trying to raise my litter.
It made me bitter, eventually made me sicker,
So when the heat's on, we don't get pre-game jitters, (uh-huh)
We go to work man, diggin' the dirt,
We took 'em to church with chicken and some teenage strippers,
Livin' life by the seat of my pants, and three-peated we champs,
Undefeated, we can't lose ever.
Whoever wanted with us better roll with a camp,
Be trust to cover your ass when your asses can't. (huh)
So bottom's up, here's one for the crew,
Put some liquor in your gut and tell me what you wanna do, singin'
S, for every sucker left behind,
O, what they were yellin' when I bust a rhyme
B, best believe when it's time to get it,
We grind and check 'cause we ain't got time to kick it.
S, for the drunk sexy women,
O, sippin' Jack with some Pepsi in it,
B, best believe when it's time to get it,
We grind and check 'cause we ain't got time to kick it.
So let's get right to it and groove,
It ain't nothing but a thing to get you people to move,
Got em' lovin' the way we swing, when we step on the scene,
You know we kill it, goin' all out,
We about to g-g-g-g-g-get it,
Wow look at 'em now, their mouths are closed,
We done came a long way since 2004,
Spilled bleach, got the whole entire crowd exposed,
The fume's leaking in the street, throwin' down them bowls, (whoa)
We on the job, don't roll with the mob,
With fake facades, to get it, just to make me large,
I roll a 7 and 9, just to break the yards,
And step in your mind and unfold the great bazaar,
Hit the killswitch...yeah I found my hitch,
I'm on the pitchers mound, for now it's me and Will Smith,
Finally overseas, I sneak in your mattress,
Ain't nothin' like a sweet club freak with a accent,
We out gettin' bent, million dollar amounts,
So if you with me, lemme see you raise your bottle and shout,
Singin'...
S, for every sucker left behind,
O, what they were yellin' when I bust a rhyme
B, best believe when it's time to get it,
We grind and check 'cause we ain't got time to kick it.
S, for the drunk sexy women,
O, sippin' Jack with some Pepsi in it,
B, best believe when it's time to get it,
We grind and check 'cause we ain't got time to kick it.
So let's get right to it and groove,
It ain't nothing but a thing to get you people to move,
Got em' lovin' the way we swing, when we step on the scene,
You know we kill it, goin' all out,
We about to g-g-g-g-g-get it...
(Gonna be somebody)
For anybody I can
(Gonna be someone)
For anyone that told me I had no chance
(Gonna be somebody)
Telling you the time has come (like that)
(Gonna be someone)
Maybe you'll get it when I'm finally done