Get down, get down, get down [X4]    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 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  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 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 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    [CHORUS]  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    [CHORUS]