Get Down

I see everybody rockin` the same old style<br>And everyone`s sportin` the same profile<br>And all of y`all wearin` the same name brands<br>I hear everybody jackin` these played out jams<br>I won`t reach for no gun, punk, I use my hands<br>I rock mikes and roll bikes, I cross foriegn lands<br>I made my bones out in zones where twilight be<br>And every time I touch the mike it`s Fright Night Part Three<br>For every emcee that wannaa test and try<br>In your custom made wears thinkin` you too fly<br>Make it up in gold chains what you`re lackin` for brains<br>It`s time to call your ma, duke, scoop up your remains<br>And finally lay to rest all the shit you stressed<br>Of boastin` and braggin` about the toes you taggin`<br>I`m knock, knock, knockin` on heavens door<br>While every rapper that`s simmed is pimped like a whore<br>You see the talk is eighteen, three quarters past four<br>When your doctor slaps my ass, hear the lion roar<br>The record sales soared and the world got toured<br>You say what happened to my band, I say I just got bored<br>Now they call me Whitey Ford, and I praise the Lord<br>Find me breakin` up your crews, catch me singin` the blues<br>Strummin` and pickin` like I`m BB King<br>It`s Abdul Rakim, now watch me do my thing<br><br>CHORUS<br>Down, down, you go<br>Down, down, so low<br>Down, down, till you hit the floor<br>Keep fallin` down, till you can`t get down no more<br><br>You go point blank range with the scope he`s knockin`<br>The Psycho might change but there ain`t no stoppin`<br>The mmon`s on the rise when the sun start droppin`<br>And y`all need to quit the bullshit that you be poppin`<br>`Cause I`ve been hip hoppin` since BDP<br>(???), it`s Abdul Rakim<br>And when referring to me you must respect the name<br>Make a quick double take and double check your game<br>`Cause you about to get dissed, I`m checkin` my list<br>When I check it over twice it`s like rollin` dice<br>I hit four, five, six, I`m all up in your mix<br>I rock good from Hollywood to the city of bricks<br>And all these fake cats scream they`re keepin` it real<br>While you`re makin` your deal we`ll be breakin` the seal<br>You be breakin` your vows like people worshippin` cows<br>And then I hit ya with the who`s, what`s, where`s and how`s<br>Like Vinny Barbarino, Matt Pachino<br>I`m with my man Rino with the Brooklyn Lordz<br>Crashin` the boards with my soul in a hole<br>I take it back to the future from the days of old<br>I`m too cold to hold, too hot not to burn ya<br>Don`t stick your nose in businessthat don`t concern ya<br>Might have to trip and flip like Ive Turner<br>You too old for schoolin`, boy, when I`m gonna learn ya<br><br>CHORUS