Rakim - How I Get Down Lyrics
[rakim]Before the dough came, my whole aim, was blow like propaneControl the whole domain, and then show no shameMake rappers go ? and they so lame, playin with no gamePut em on the lil plane til they cant claim no fameI got, the range, better, stay in the slow laneI make the flow change from hurricanes to a slow rainYour thoughts are so plane, I rearrange your whole frameUntil my whole name grow out your brain like rogaineLetter by letter, I put words togetherOnce merged, apart never, they be heard foreverAnd then I grab a pen and stab him in his abdomenAnd smash him in, throw his mic like a javelinThen I explain verses, that remain on the surfaceAt times it get deep, but I never defeat the purposeNever go out, to go the dough route, forever hold outI never sold out, for any amount, no doubtChorus: rakim (repeat 2x)Thats how I get down, so tell me how you like thatI hit the town, hold it down on a tight trackI start a party now - everybody like rapHaters are mad cause they gave the r the mic back[rakim]I like to hang where erythang seem to happen at (yknow? )Its ras habitat, Im like that czar arafatAnd yes I have a gat, snap like a israeliA terrorist I never miss blowin up kids dailyI step to writers, and let my virus hurt the closestIm sick as hepatitis and worse than tuberculosisPull out a pen, like a grenade, and drop it quickI strike again and ima get paid, exotic shitYou know the God ra be, hot as the mojaveSwing like king usabi, my posse be kamikazeOn the corners like Im homeless and i, dont know where home isThe bonus, is where the next open microphone isMe and my team, vision like a radar screenIntervene and yo, cut the mic off, cause ra fiendTo show the whole world some of the things I seenThen blow it up, like edi amin, yaknahmean?Chorus[rakim]I do a thang thang, I write the songs they singMake sure that they swing, from new york to beijingPut your thoughts in the sling and your brain is gangrenePull in the ring, repeatin and sayin the same thingXerox, zero, no match, you dittoCopy machine, couldnt reprint my ? ?My new style, that I produce nows beyond two-thouI knew how, since a juvenile, to make a ka-powWhen the nights fallin, I can hear the mic callinI like ballin, I cut back like mic jordanThis is for yall while Im spittin literaturesLyricsll ball like allen iverson dribble the ballThey hopeless - whoever approaches my high explosivesMy vision sadicious, and freestyles ferociousI wrote this, words flew over my head like a locustI turned the beat up, sat back, and stayed focusedChorus
