Rakim - How I Get Down lyrics

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?

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 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

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