HowIGetDown

How I Get Down (Album Version|Explicit) - Rakim

Composed by：William Griffin/Mark James/B. Olsen

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 playing 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

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 are the mic back

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 are the mic back

I like to hang where everything seem to happen at ya 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 blowing 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 s**t

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 ya know what I mean

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 are the mic back

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 are the mic back

I do a thing thing 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 repeating and saying 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