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