![How I Get Down - Rakim](https://cdn.muztext.com/i/32847530421693925347.jpg)
Date of issue: 29.11.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
How I Get Down |
Before the dough came, my whole aim, was blow like propane |
Control the whole domain, and then show no shame |
Make rappers go train, they so lame, playin with no game |
Put em on the low flame 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 R the mic back |
I like to hang where e’rythang seem to happen at (y'know?) |
It’s Ra’s habitat, I’m like Yasser 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’mma 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 Idi Amin, yaknahmean? |
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 litto |
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 Mike 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 |
Name | Year |
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Guilty All The Same ft. Rakim | 2014 |
Don't Sweat The Technique ft. Rakim | 2004 |
Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em ft. Rakim | 2003 |
Concrete Jungle ft. Rakim | 1998 |
When I B On Tha Mic | 1999 |
Don't Call Me ft. Rakim, Shontelle | 2013 |
Know The Ledge ft. Rakim | 1996 |
Guess Who's Back | 1996 |
Dont Sweat The Technique ft. Rakim | 2009 |
The 18th Letter (Always And Forever) | 1996 |
Holy Are You | 2010 |
Paid In Full ft. Rakim | 2020 |
Addictive ft. Rakim | 2001 |
Follow The Leader ft. Rakim | 2004 |
I Know You Got Soul ft. Rakim | 2020 |
I Ain't No Joke ft. Rakim | 2020 |
Uplift | 1999 |
Pass The Hand Grenade ft. Rakim | 1991 |
Waiting For The World To End | 1999 |
It's Been A Long Time | 1996 |