Get Down

(album: Whitey Ford Sings The Blues - 1998)

Get down, get down, get down [X4]

I see everybody rocking the same old style
And everyone's sporting the same profile
And all of y'all wearing the same name brands
I hear everybody jacking 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 landsI made my bones out in zones
Where the twilight be
And every time I touch a micI
t's Fright Night Part Three
For every MC that wanna test and try
In your custom made wears
Thinking you too fly
Making up in gold chains
What you're lacking 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 boasting and bragging about the toes you tagging
I'm knock knock knocking 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 assH
ear 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 breaking up your crews
Catch me singing the blues
Strumming and picking like I'm BB King
It's Abdul Rakim
Now watch me do my thing

[CHORUS]
Down down, you go
Down down, so low
Down down, till you hit the floor
Keep falling down, till you can't get down no more

You go point blank range
With the scope he's knocking
The Psycho might change
But there ain't no stopping
The moon's on the rise
When the sun start dropping
And y'all need to quit the bullshit you popping
'Cause I've been hip hopping 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 checking my list
When I check it over twice
It's like rolling 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 keeping it real
While you're making your deal
We'll be breaking the seal
You be breaking your vows
Like people worshipping 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
Crashing 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 schooling, boy, when I'm gonna learn ya

[CHORUS]