This Is How It Should Be Done Lyrics

This Is How It Should Be Done lyrics

[ The E ]



OG Style is in the house



My man Ed Jack is in the house



And Rap-A-Lot Records is in the house



MC Devine is in the house



The King Lil J is in the house



My man Cliff Blodget is in the house



We got Big Chief in the house



My man Doug King go turn it out



Yo



Hey yo Boss, yo, we gettin ready to get funky



You know what I'm sayin



On the tip of gettin crazy paid



Droppin the funky Payback album



So yo, why don't you rock some funky stuff and eh



I'ma rock some freestyle lyrics and eh



we gon' do it like that



Come on, come on







(This is how it should be done) -> Rakim







[ VERSE 1: The E ]



I'm not the sucker imitator with rhymes that sound conventional



It's the E and it's my intention to



Innovate your mind, not to waste your time



To compete you needn't speak, I'm controllin the rhyme



Is it the lyrics that I'm usin, the suckers I'm abusin?



If you think about it you'll come to this conclusion



The E, your MC, the elected to be



The independent, not contended, always cause a controversy



With the rhymes that I say, the style that I use



Vocabulary at its peak, I'm bound to confuse



All those suckers like you which have been mislead



Make a dollar here and there, that ain't really no bread



I'm a scholar, people holler everytime I speak



The words I say when I play make the song complete



I'ma freelance, the way I rhyme some call me a poet



I intrigue those who study me, not braggin, I know it



I'm the classiest act when the party is packed



Suckers step to the back, it's the style that they lack



But I'm tryin, defyin, denyin those who thought they will beat me



Defeat me, but now they're gonna wish they coulda chilled



Relax, it's the suckers I wax



If they try to talk back, yo, they get a smack







[ VERSE 2: The E ]



Universally known as the king of the throne



I'm like a lion, I'm a killer, the stage is my own



I'm ( ? ) and DJ Boss rides the crossfade



I devour suckers with my lyrical lay



I'm cool plus my momentum which is one of the symptoms



Of being elite, I'm down, you think you want some?



Tough to the letter, keep you warm like a sweater



You think that you're good, I'm better



However, my tip-top condition helps the transition



You wanna battle but you're no competition



On the real tip I rock you, well yo, you know my records sell



My rhymes are intractable, laced with a gel, hell



Still I'm inclined with the funky rhyme



Heaven-sent to present with a cool design







[ VERSE 3: The E ]



A microphone magician, MC tactician



Down with OG and got plenty ambition



Those who intrude seem blunt but rude



But I annihilate rappers that seem confused



So don't irk me or jerk me or try to overwork me



Or publish my material just to aggravate me



Son, cause I'm second to none



No razzle dazzle, just E rhymin over a cool drum



Sent to propel and raise some hell



Reactivate what I demonstrate to make you yell



My ( ? ) performance will impose the inferior



Cause I'm super, short for superior



Too cool to be a wanna be, yo, so I'ma have to be



No matter what it adds up to, you can't get with me



Bad to the bone, the title E I own



I'm rulin this throne, so leave me alone







(This is how it should be done)







Yo Boss, I think the check is in the mail, gee



Get funky



Yeah, and I wanna send peace to my main man Ant Jack



You know what I'm sayin?



He gets busy



Yeah



And OG Style, we Audi 5000







(This is how it should be done)