How I Get Down Lyrics - The Master - Rakim

Before the dough came, my whole aim, was blow like propane 

Control the whole domain, and then show no shame 

Make rappers go [unverified] 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 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 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 

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 [unverified] 

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