Get down [amended version]

Get down, 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, I cross foreign lands

I made my bones out in zones where the twilight be

And every time I touch a 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

Is pimped like a whore

You see your 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 say praise the Lord

Find me 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

Down down, you go

Down down, so low

Down down till you hit the floor

Keep fallin' down, till you can't get down no more

You go point blank range

With the scope he's knockin'

The Psycho 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

Rock the P it's free

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 ya 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

Down down, you go

Down down, so low

Down down till you hit the floor

Keep fallin' down, till you can't get down no more