O.G. Style - 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 s**er 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 s**ers 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 s**ers 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 cla**iest act when the party is packed s**ers 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 s**ers 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 k**er, the stage is my own I'm ( ? ) and DJ Boss rides the crossfade I devour s**ers 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)