| Song | It's The R - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Rakim |
| Album | The Master |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Barrier, Franklin, Griffin ... | |
| (scratch chours) | |
| The R Rakim's on the mic, like this, mic check | |
| The R Rakim's on the mic, like this, mic check | |
| The R Rakim's on the mic, like this, mic check | |
| The R Rakim's on the mic, like this, mic check (1st verse) | |
| Aye yo it's | |
| Mr. Low-key you need to go see the host by far a mostly o.t., with a brand new show but you know how the flow be. | |
| Cause when | |
| I swerve, you observe it closely if you smoke trees, smoke more than an o-z. | |
| Mix any kind of dope with me, you o-d. | |
| You get the c-d, l-p c.o.d. | |
| Poetry cause you to fully load the | |
| V. Drop place to place be crazy over me. | |
| Even different nationalities, over seas. | |
| Whoever do a don't emcee, you know me. | |
| G-o-d. She know she d-o-e, so show me. | |
| Even with no jewelry she call me goldie, like a | |
| Jacuzzi she overheat an o-g. | |
| Like sushi swimin' in a open sea. | |
| I'm comin'. (Chorus 2x): | |
| The R, Rakim's on the mic | |
| From the R, the | |
| A to the K. | |
| I.M. The most popular demanded, rap classic | |
| If I wasn't, then why would | |
| I say I am. (2nd verse) | |
| She said it's the same since | |
| I came and rained it's still hard. | |
| You can stimulate the brain, feel the god. | |
| It's hard to go against the grain, it's real large. | |
| Drive'em insane leave dames in silk bras. | |
| Once filled cups spill,just to spill that bars. | |
| What's the deal kids with | |
| Hennessey grills they feel charged. | |
| And you know what time it is? | |
| It's still | |
| Ra's. When | |
| I do a show real far they steal cars. | |
| Stages of battle field reveal your scars. | |
| Train hard, cause this is a game with ill squads. | |
| Play with pain and gain a couple of yards. | |
| And if you know the drill, you can deal the cards. | |
| And appeal to broads with jobs and ov-e-ods. | |
| Body parts like buns of steel and spa's. | |
| Then we can kick tha blahzay blah, smoke a cigar. | |
| While I get ma-na-massage. | |
| I'm comin'. (Chorus 1x) | |
| Rakim is on the mic, | |
| Rakim is on the mic, | |
| Rakim is on | |
| Im the most popular demanded, rap classic. (3rd verse) | |
| From the inner city to the suburbs, the street poet. | |
| The most jiggiest kid with words, and peeps know it. | |
| They've read about it and heard, plus t.v. show it. | |
| So how do | |
| I reserve my swerve? | |
| I low pro it. | |
| Now there eager to know just how deep the flow get. | |
| I don't know yet, sometime the flow be so wet. | |
| Spit a tech that will effect quicker than moet. | |
| Or high as anything you smoke yet, go ahead roll it. | |
| Any microphone | |
| I hold, my heat blow it. | |
| My emo is make more doe till | |
| I can't fold it. | |
| Anything I see or touch, | |
| I wanna own it. | |
| Drop a jewel in baby girl ear, now she my co-ed. | |
| I re-load it, she keep the candy coated, and when she throw it, sometime she can't control it. | |
| She tell me she about to blow at any moment. | |
| Well go ahead baby | |
| I can't hold it. | |
| I'm comin' (Chorus till end, various scratch versions of chorus). |
| zuo ci : Barrier, Franklin, Griffin ... | |
| scratch chours | |
| The R Rakim' s on the mic, like this, mic check | |
| The R Rakim' s on the mic, like this, mic check | |
| The R Rakim' s on the mic, like this, mic check | |
| The R Rakim' s on the mic, like this, mic check 1st verse | |
| Aye yo it' s | |
| Mr. Lowkey you need to go see the host by far a mostly o. t., with a brand new show but you know how the flow be. | |
| Cause when | |
| I swerve, you observe it closely if you smoke trees, smoke more than an oz. | |
| Mix any kind of dope with me, you od. | |
| You get the cd, lp c. o. d. | |
| Poetry cause you to fully load the | |
| V. Drop place to place be crazy over me. | |
| Even different nationalities, over seas. | |
| Whoever do a don' t emcee, you know me. | |
| God. She know she doe, so show me. | |
| Even with no jewelry she call me goldie, like a | |
| Jacuzzi she overheat an og. | |
| Like sushi swimin' in a open sea. | |
| I' m comin'. Chorus 2x: | |
| The R, Rakim' s on the mic | |
| From the R, the | |
| A to the K. | |
| I. M. The most popular demanded, rap classic | |
| If I wasn' t, then why would | |
| I say I am. 2nd verse | |
| She said it' s the same since | |
| I came and rained it' s still hard. | |
| You can stimulate the brain, feel the god. | |
| It' s hard to go against the grain, it' s real large. | |
| Drive' em insane leave dames in silk bras. | |
| Once filled cups spill, just to spill that bars. | |
| What' s the deal kids with | |
| Hennessey grills they feel charged. | |
| And you know what time it is? | |
| It' s still | |
| Ra' s. When | |
| I do a show real far they steal cars. | |
| Stages of battle field reveal your scars. | |
| Train hard, cause this is a game with ill squads. | |
| Play with pain and gain a couple of yards. | |
| And if you know the drill, you can deal the cards. | |
| And appeal to broads with jobs and oveods. | |
| Body parts like buns of steel and spa' s. | |
| Then we can kick tha blahzay blah, smoke a cigar. | |
| While I get manamassage. | |
| I' m comin'. Chorus 1x | |
| Rakim is on the mic, | |
| Rakim is on the mic, | |
| Rakim is on | |
| Im the most popular demanded, rap classic. 3rd verse | |
| From the inner city to the suburbs, the street poet. | |
| The most jiggiest kid with words, and peeps know it. | |
| They' ve read about it and heard, plus t. v. show it. | |
| So how do | |
| I reserve my swerve? | |
| I low pro it. | |
| Now there eager to know just how deep the flow get. | |
| I don' t know yet, sometime the flow be so wet. | |
| Spit a tech that will effect quicker than moet. | |
| Or high as anything you smoke yet, go ahead roll it. | |
| Any microphone | |
| I hold, my heat blow it. | |
| My emo is make more doe till | |
| I can' t fold it. | |
| Anything I see or touch, | |
| I wanna own it. | |
| Drop a jewel in baby girl ear, now she my coed. | |
| I reload it, she keep the candy coated, and when she throw it, sometime she can' t control it. | |
| She tell me she about to blow at any moment. | |
| Well go ahead baby | |
| I can' t hold it. | |
| I' m comin' Chorus till end, various scratch versions of chorus. |
| zuò cí : Barrier, Franklin, Griffin ... | |
| scratch chours | |
| The R Rakim' s on the mic, like this, mic check | |
| The R Rakim' s on the mic, like this, mic check | |
| The R Rakim' s on the mic, like this, mic check | |
| The R Rakim' s on the mic, like this, mic check 1st verse | |
| Aye yo it' s | |
| Mr. Lowkey you need to go see the host by far a mostly o. t., with a brand new show but you know how the flow be. | |
| Cause when | |
| I swerve, you observe it closely if you smoke trees, smoke more than an oz. | |
| Mix any kind of dope with me, you od. | |
| You get the cd, lp c. o. d. | |
| Poetry cause you to fully load the | |
| V. Drop place to place be crazy over me. | |
| Even different nationalities, over seas. | |
| Whoever do a don' t emcee, you know me. | |
| God. She know she doe, so show me. | |
| Even with no jewelry she call me goldie, like a | |
| Jacuzzi she overheat an og. | |
| Like sushi swimin' in a open sea. | |
| I' m comin'. Chorus 2x: | |
| The R, Rakim' s on the mic | |
| From the R, the | |
| A to the K. | |
| I. M. The most popular demanded, rap classic | |
| If I wasn' t, then why would | |
| I say I am. 2nd verse | |
| She said it' s the same since | |
| I came and rained it' s still hard. | |
| You can stimulate the brain, feel the god. | |
| It' s hard to go against the grain, it' s real large. | |
| Drive' em insane leave dames in silk bras. | |
| Once filled cups spill, just to spill that bars. | |
| What' s the deal kids with | |
| Hennessey grills they feel charged. | |
| And you know what time it is? | |
| It' s still | |
| Ra' s. When | |
| I do a show real far they steal cars. | |
| Stages of battle field reveal your scars. | |
| Train hard, cause this is a game with ill squads. | |
| Play with pain and gain a couple of yards. | |
| And if you know the drill, you can deal the cards. | |
| And appeal to broads with jobs and oveods. | |
| Body parts like buns of steel and spa' s. | |
| Then we can kick tha blahzay blah, smoke a cigar. | |
| While I get manamassage. | |
| I' m comin'. Chorus 1x | |
| Rakim is on the mic, | |
| Rakim is on the mic, | |
| Rakim is on | |
| Im the most popular demanded, rap classic. 3rd verse | |
| From the inner city to the suburbs, the street poet. | |
| The most jiggiest kid with words, and peeps know it. | |
| They' ve read about it and heard, plus t. v. show it. | |
| So how do | |
| I reserve my swerve? | |
| I low pro it. | |
| Now there eager to know just how deep the flow get. | |
| I don' t know yet, sometime the flow be so wet. | |
| Spit a tech that will effect quicker than moet. | |
| Or high as anything you smoke yet, go ahead roll it. | |
| Any microphone | |
| I hold, my heat blow it. | |
| My emo is make more doe till | |
| I can' t fold it. | |
| Anything I see or touch, | |
| I wanna own it. | |
| Drop a jewel in baby girl ear, now she my coed. | |
| I reload it, she keep the candy coated, and when she throw it, sometime she can' t control it. | |
| She tell me she about to blow at any moment. | |
| Well go ahead baby | |
| I can' t hold it. | |
| I' m comin' Chorus till end, various scratch versions of chorus. |