Get Down

I hit four-five-six, I'm all up in your mix
Crashin' the boards with my soul in a hole
And when referring to me
Catch me singin' the blues
And the world got toured
Thinkin' you too fly
And all of y'all wearin' the same name brands
Makin' up in gold chains
The Psycho might change
Matt Gachino
'Cause I've been hip hoppin' since BDP
With the scope he's knockin'
Might have to trip
Find me breakin' up your crews

In your custom made wears
Is pimped like a whore
Down down, so low
What you're lackin' for brains
I'm knock knock knockin' on heaven's door

Now they call me Whitey Ford
It's Abdul Rakim, now watch me do my thing
To the City of Bricks

Hear the lion roar

Down down, you go
Make a quick double take

And double check your game
It's Abdul Rakim
Down down, you go
You best respect the name
And finally lay to rest all the shit you stressed

Strummin' and pickin' like I'm BB King

You be breakin' your vows
While you're makin' your deal
But there ain't no stoppin'
You see your talk is eighteen
And I say praise the Lord
It's time to call your ma, Duke

I say, I just got bored
I'm with my man Rino
With the Brooklyn Lordz

I rock good from Hollywood
It's Fright Night Part Three
You too old for schoolin', boy, when I'm gonna learn ya
'Cause you about to get dissed
The record sales soared
I take it back to the future

Three quarters past four
And every time I touch a mic

Like Vinny Barbarino
It's like rollin' the dice
And everyone's sportin' the same profile

Like people worshippin' cows
I'm checkin' my list
Down down, so low
Down down till you hit the floor
When I check it over twice
And flip like Ike Turner
When your doctor slaps my ass
The moon's on the rise
I won't reach for no gun, punk, I use my hands

For every MC that wanna test and try
Scoop up your remains
I'm too cold to hold
While every rapper that you simmed
We'll be breakin' the seal

You go point blank range
Don't stick your nose in business that don't concern ya
And all these fake cats scream they're keepin' it real
Too hot not to burn ya
I made my bones out in zones where the twilight be

I hear everybody jackin' these played out jams
And y'all need to quit the bullshit you poppin'
And then I hit ya with the who's, what's, where's and how's
You say, what happened to my band
When the sun start droppin'
Rock the P it's free
Down down till you hit the floor
I rock mikes and roll bikes, I cross foreign lands
Of boastin' and braggin' about the toes you taggin'
From the days of old

Keep fallin' down, till you can't get down no more