Verse One: Turn up the bass, check out my melody, hand out a cigar I'm lettin knowledge be born, and my name's the R A-k-i-m not like the rest of them, I'm not on a list That's what I'm sayin, I drop science like a scientist My melody's in a code, the very next episode Has the mic often distortin, ready to explode I keep the mic in Fahrenheit, freeze MC's and make em colder The listener's system is kickin like solar As I memorize, advertise, like a poet Keep you goin when I'm flowin, smooth enough, you know it But rough that's why the middle of my story I tell E.B. Nobody beats the "R", check out my melody...
Verse Two:
So what if I'm a microphone fiend addicted soon as I sing One of these for MC's so they don't have to scream I couldn't wait to take the mic, flow into it to test Then let my melody play, and then the record suggest That I'm droppin bombs, but I stay peace and calm Any MC that disagree with me just wave your arm And I'll break, when I'm through breakin I'll leave you broke Drop the mic when I'm finished and watch it smoke So stand back, you wanna rap? All of that can wait I won't push, I won't beat around the bush I wanna break upon those who are not supposed to You might try but you can't get close to Because I'm number one, competition is none I'm measured with the heat that's made by sun Whether playin ball or bobbin in the hall I just writin my name in graffiti on the wall You shouldn't have told me you said you control me So now a contest is what you owe me Pull out your money, pull out your cut Pull up a chair, and I'ma tear shit up My name is Rakim Allah, and R & A stands for "Ra" Switch it around, but still comes out "R" So easily will I e-m-c-e-e My repetition of words is "check out my melody" Some bass and treble is moist, scratchin and cuttin a voice And when it's mine that's when the rhyme is always choice I wouldn't have came to ?set? my name ?around the? same weak shit Puttin blurs and slurs and words that don't fit In a rhyme, why waste time on the microphone I take this more serious than just a poem Rockin party to party, backyard to yard Now tear it up, y'all, and bless the mic for the gods
Verse Three:
The rhyme is rugged, at the same time sharp I can swing off anything even a string of a harp Just turn it on and start rockin, mind no introduction Til I finish droppin science, no interruption When I approach I exercise like a coach Usin a melody and add numerous notes With the mic and the R-a-k-i-m It's a task, like a match I will strike again Rhymes are poetically kept and alphabetically stepped Put in order to pursue with the momentum except I say one rhyme and I order a longer rhyme shorter A pause, but don't stop the tape recorder
Verse Four:
I'm not a regular competitor, first rhyme editor Melody arranger, poet, etcetera Extra events, the grand finale like bonus I am the man they call the microphonist With wisdom which means wise words bein spoken Too many at one time watch the mic start smokin I came to express the rap I manifest Stand in my way and I'll lead a ??? words protest MC's that wanna be dissed they're gonna Be dissed if they don't get from in fronta
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