How I Get Down (Album Version|Explicit)
Rakim"How I Get Down (Album Version|Explicit)" ist ein Song von Rakim, 1999, Pop. Der Song dauert 3:42, 72 lines / 709 words.
Songtext
0:22Before the dough came my whole aim was blow like propane
0:25Control the whole domain and then show no shame
0:28Make rappers go and they so lame playin' with no game
0:30Put 'em on the lil plane 'til they can't claim no fame
0:33I got the range better stay in the slow lane
0:36I make the flow change from hurricanes to a slow rain
0:39Your thoughts are so plane I rearrange your whole frame
0:41Until my whole name grow out your brain like Romaine
0:44Letter by letter I put words together
0:47Once merged apart never they be heard forever
0:50And then I grab a pen and stab him in his abdomen
0:53And smash him in throw his mic like a javelin
0:55Then I explain verses that remain on the surface
0:58At times it get deep but I never defeat the purpose
1:01Never go out to go the dough route forever hold out
1:04I never sold out for any amount no doubt
1:07That's how I get down so tell me how you like that
1:09I hit the town hold it down on a tight track
1:12I start a party now everybody like rap
1:15Haters are mad 'cause they gave the R the mic back
1:18That's how I get down so tell me how you like that
1:21I hit the town hold it down on a tight track
1:23I start a party now everybody like rap
1:26Haters are mad 'cause they gave the R the mic back
1:29I like to hang where e'rythang seem to happen at (Y'know)
1:32It's Ra's habitat I'm like that czar Arafat
1:35And yes I have a gat snap like a Israeli
1:38A terrorist I never miss blowin' up kids daily
1:41I step to writers and let my virus hurt the closest
1:44I'm sick as hepatitis and worse than tuberculosis
1:46Pull out a pen like a grenade and drop it quick
1:49I strike again and I'ma get paid exotic s*it
1:52You know the God ra be hot as the Mojave
1:55Swing like King Usabi my posse be kamikaze
1:58On the corners like I'm homeless and I don't know where home is
2:01The bonus is where the next open microphone is
2:03Me and my team vision like a radar screen
2:06Intervene and yo cut the mic off 'cause Ra fiend
2:09To show the whole world some of the things I seen
2:12Then blow it up like Edi Amin yaknahmean
2:15That's how I get down so tell me how you like that
2:17I hit the town hold it down on a tight track
2:20I start a party now everybody like rap
2:22Haters are mad 'cause they gave the R the mic back
2:26That's how I get down so tell me how you like that
2:28I hit the town hold it down on a tight track
2:31I start a party now everybody like rap
2:34Haters are mad 'cause they gave the R the mic back
2:37I do a thang thang I write the songs they sing
2:40Make sure that they swing from New York to Beijing
2:43Put your thoughts in the sling and your brain is gangrene
2:45Pull in the ring repeatin' and sayin' the same thing
2:48Xerox zero no match you ditto
2:51Copy machine couldn't reprint my
2:54My new style that I produce now's beyond two-thou'
2:57I knew how since a juvenile to make a ka-pow
3:00When the night's fallin' I can hear the mic callin'
3:02I like ballin' I cut back like Mic Jordan
3:05This is for y'all while I'm spittin' literatures
3:08Lyrics'll ball like Allen Iverson dribble the ball
3:11They hopeless whoever approaches my high explosives
3:14My vision sadicious and freestyle's ferocious
3:17I wrote this words flew over my head like a locust
3:19I turned the beat up sat back and stayed focused
3:22That's how I get down so tell me how you like that
3:25I hit the town hold it down on a tight track
3:28I start a party now everybody like rap
3:30Haters are mad 'cause they gave the R the mic back
3:33That's how I get down so tell me how you like that
3:36I hit the town hold it down on a tight track
3:39I start a party now everybody like rap
3:42Haters are mad 'cause they gave the R the mic back
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 playin' 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 Romaine 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 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 that czar 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'ma get paid exotic s*it 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 yaknahmean 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 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 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 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 Mic 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 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 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
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