Lyrics:

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Get down
Get down

I see everybody rockin' the same old style
And everyone's sportin' the same profile
And all of y'all wearin' the same name brands
I hear everybody jackin' these played-out jams
I won't reach for no gun, punk, I use my hands
I rock mikes and roll bikes across foreign lands
I made my bones out in zones where the twilight be
And every time I touch the mic, it's Fright Night Part Three
For every MC that wanna test and try
In your custom-made wears thinkin' you too fly
Makin' up in gold chains what you're lackin' for brains
It's time to call your ma, Duke, scoop up your remains
And finally lay to rest all the shit you stressed
Of boastin' and braggin' about the toes you taggin'
I'm knock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door
While every rapper that you simmed gets pimped like a whore
You see, it's August 18th, three quarters past four
When the doctor slaps my ass, hear the lion roar
The record sales soared, and the world got toured
You say, what happened to my band? I say, 'I just got bored'
Now they call me Whitey Ford, and I say, 'Praise the Lord'
If I ain't breakin' up your crews, catch me singin' the blues
Strummin' and pickin' like I'm BB King
It's Abdul Rakim, now watch me do my thing

(Get down)
Down, down, you go
(Get down)
Down, down, so low
(Get down)
Down, down, 'til you hit the floor
(Get down)
Keep fallin' down 'til you can't get down no more

Get down
Get down
Get down
Get down
Get down

You go point blank range, with your scope he's knockin'
The cycle might change, but there ain't no stoppin'
The moon's on the rise when the sun start droppin'
And y'all need to quit the bullshit you poppin'
'Cause I've been hip-hoppin' since BDP
Drop the , it's Abdul Rakim
And when referring to me, you best respect the name
Make a quick double take, and double check your game
'Cause you about to get dissed, I'm checkin' my list
When I check it over twice, it's like rollin' the dice
I hit four-five-six, I'm all up in your mix
I rock good from Hollywood to the City of Bricks
And all these fake cats scream they're keepin' it real
While you're makin' your deal, we'll be breakin' the seal
You be breakin' your vows, like people worshippin' cows
And then I hit you with the who's, what's, where's and how's
Like Vinny Barbarino, Matt Gachino
I'm with my man Rino, with the Brooklyn Lordz
Crashin' the boards with my soul in a hole
I take it back to the future from the days of old
I'm too cold to hold, too hot not to burn ya
Don't stick your nose in business that don't concern ya
Might have to trip and flip like Ike Turner
You too old for schoolin', boy, when I'm gonna learn ya

(Get down)
Down, down, you go
(Get down)
Down, down, so low
(Get down)
Down, down, 'til you hit the floor
(Get down)
Keep fallin' down 'til you can't get down no more

Get down
Get down
Get down
Get down
Get down
Get down
Get down
Get down
Get down
Get down
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