Get Some

Rakim, kick it St. Ides, St.–St. Ides Rakim, kick it St. Ides St. Ides, St.–St. Ides Rakim, kick it [Verse] If this was target practice, I'll hit the spot Bullseye when the rhyme gets hot Temperature like a meteor, I shoot it like a missile Mission accomplished, now it's time to wet my whistle Calm the fire alarm or Red Alert Take a sip real quick and let it work It's like mixing something ice cold with lava Not a little, but a lotta, because I'm getting hotter Summer madness, in the streets dead heat Drippin' with sweat 'til it hits the concrete Every word'll be hot like Mercury Rhyme displays the sunrays, every verse'll be Another roast causes sun strokes When I get too close the mic smokes (Smokes!) Burst into flames and I'm about To get some more St. Ides to put it out