I see everybody rockinand' the same old style
And everyoneand's sportinand' the same profile
And all of yand'all wearinand' the same name brands
I hear everybody jackinand' these played out jams
I wonand't reach for no gun punk i use my hands
I rock mikes and roll bikes i cross foriegn lands
I made my bones out in zones where twilight be
And every time i touch the mike itand's fright night part three
For every emcee that wannaa test and try
In your custom made wears thinkinand' you too fly
Make it up in gold chains what youand're lackinand' for brains
Its time to pull your mind through, scoop up your remains
And finally lay to rest all the shit you stressed
Of boastinand' and bragginand' about the toes you tagginand'
Iand'm knock, knock, knockinand' on heavens door
While every rapper thatand's simmed is pimped like a whore
You see the talk is eighteen, three quarters past four
When your 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 praise the lord
Find me breakinand' up your crews, catch me singinand' the blues
Strumminand' and pickinand' like iand'm bb king
Itand's abdul rakim, now watch me do my thing
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Down, down, you go
Down, down, so low
Down, down, till you hit the floor
Keep fallinand' down, till you canand't get down no more
You go point blank range with the scope heand's knockinand'
The psycho might change but there ainand't no stoppinand'
The mmonand's on the rise when the sun start droppinand'
And yand'all need to quit the bullshit that you be poppinand'
and'cause iand've been hip hoppinand' since bdp
(???), itand's abdul rakim
And when referring to me you must respect the name
Make a quick double take and double check your game
and'cause you about to get dissed, iand'm checkinand' my list
When i check it over twice itand's like rollinand' dice
I hit four, five, six, iand'm all up in your mix
I rock good from hollywood to the city of bricks
And all these fake cats scream theyand're keepinand' it real
While youand're makinand' your deal weand'll be breakinand' the seal
You be breakinand' your vows like people worshippinand' cows
And then i hit ya with the whoand's, whatand's, whereand's and howand's
Like vinny barbarino, matt pachino
Iand'm with my man rino with the brooklyn lordz
Crashinand' the boards with my soul in a hole
I take it back to the future from the days of old
Iand'm too cold to hold, too hot not to burn ya
Donand't stick your nose in businessthat donand't concern ya
Might have to trip and flip like ive turner
You too old for schoolinand', boy, when iand'm gonna learn ya
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