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