How I Get Down lyrics

Artist  : Rakim 
Song : How I Get Down



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[Rakim]
Before the dough came, my whole aim,
was blow like propane
Control the whole
domain, and then show no shame
Make rappers go
? and they so lame, playin with no game
Put em
on the lil plane til they can't claim no
fame
I got, the range, better, stay in the
slow lane
I make the flow change from
hurricanes to a slow rain
Your thoughts are so
plane, I rearrange your whole frame
until my
whole name grow out your brain like
Rogaine
Letter by letter, I put words
together
Once merged, apart never, they be
heard forever
and then I grab a pen and stab
him in his abdomen
and smash him in, throw his
mic like a javelin
Then I explain verses, that
remain on the surface
At times it get deep,
but I never defeat the purpose
Never go out,
to go the dough route, forever hold out
I
never sold out, for any amount, no
doubt

Chorus: Rakim (repeat
2X)

That's how I get down, so tell me how
you like that
I hit the town, hold it down on
a tight track
I start a party now - everybody
like rap
Haters are mad cause they gave the R
the mic back

[Rakim]
I like to hang
where e'rythang seem to happen at
(y'know?)
It's Ra's habitat, I'm like that
czar Arafat
And yes I have a gat, snap like a
Israeli
A terrorist I never miss blowin up
kids daily
I step to writers, and let my virus
hurt the closest
I'm sick as hepatitis and
worse than tuberculosis
Pull out a pen, like a
grenade, and drop it quick
I strike again and
I'ma get paid, exotic shit
You know the God ra
be, hot as the Mojave
Swing like King Usabi, my
posse be kamikaze
On the corners like I'm
homeless and I, don't know where home is
The
bonus, is where the next open microphone is
Me
and my team, vision like a radar
screen
Intervene and yo, cut the mic off,
cause Ra fiend
to show the whole world some of
the things I seen
then blow it up, like Edi
Amin,
yaknahmean?

Chorus

[Rakim]
I do
a thang thang, I write the songs they
sing
Make sure that they swing, from New York
to Beijing
Put your thoughts in the sling and
your brain is gangrene
Pull in the ring,
repeatin and sayin the same thing
Xerox, zero,
no match, you ditto
copy machine, couldn't
reprint my ??
My new style, that I produce
now's beyond two-thou'
I knew how, since a
juvenile, to make a ka-pow
When the night's
fallin, I can hear the mic callin
I like
ballin, I cut back like Mic Jordan
This is for
y'all while I'm spittin literatures
Lyrics'll
ball like Allen Iverson dribble the ball
They
hopeless - whoever approaches my high
explosives
My vision sadicious, and
freestyle's ferocious
I wrote this, words flew
over my head like a locust
I turned the beat
up, sat back, and stayed focused

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