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Yes yes y'all, check it out y'all [x2] [Chorus: Rakim] (Yo) |
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I find a show, rhyme til it's time to go |
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I'm designed to blow, my mind's inclined to flow |
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Yo, my M.O., makin all kind of dough |
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From the info that |
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Rakim show, y'know? [Verse One: Rakim] |
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Yes yes y'all, |
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I still fiend by any means to flow, and |
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I go through extremes don't intervene |
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My adventures show like a three dimensional screen |
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Cause I mention many things and |
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I'm presentin many scenes |
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Guess I'm telegraphic, motions energentic |
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Better tell em forget it, cause |
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I'm telekinetic |
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Crowds is screamin, |
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I choke the mic and keep squeezin |
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Styles seemin like |
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I used a thousand words without breathin |
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Bustin techs like |
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Russian Roulette |
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I doubt you win |
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Freestyles like hand grenades without the pin |
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Composin, then leave the mic full of corrosion |
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Don't test this, or best to expects this explosion |
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At shows I spit flows with seven deadly venoms |
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Killin syllables with poisonous synonyms in em |
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Ideas is blowin, mics is blowin from what |
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I'm showin, see it, |
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I keep it goin when |
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I'm flowin [Chorus] [Verse Two: Rakim] |
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When I'm flowin, theoretically speakin like a drummer |
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I take you through the streets to the parks in the summer or illustrate, a time and place you never been in and make you focus on the future after seein the beginning |
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And my style wilds, like |
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Miles on the trumpet |
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Volume dial was kind of low, need to pump it |
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Up another notch turn the dial til it stops |
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More watts you got, more things to watch |
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Third eye's wide open, you're focused on the theory |
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Keep scopin til you hear me, words is spoken clearly |
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It's no smokescreens on the scenes that |
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I'm showin |
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Man I keep it goin, damn |
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I keep it flowin [Chorus x2] [Verse Three: Rakim] |
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Two pages cause panic, freestyles is frantic |
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Thoughts is organic, flow is aerodynamic |
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Mic is volcanic, rhymes spread across the planet |
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I send out the scribe now the vibes gigantic |
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Now, I'm internationally known, mental capacities blown |
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I hope your microphone's accident prone |
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Raw footage is shown, but only showin scenes of my own |
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Leavin your periphereal vision in a zone |
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But not the twilight, from the insight that |
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I write and recite, in my mic'll be bright, cause |
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I like the night glowin, it's out of sight when |
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I'm showin |
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Man I keep it goin, damn |
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I keep it flowin [Chorus x2] [Verse Four: Rakim] |
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Yo, accurate tactics "Make Em Clap to This" |
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When I "Move the Crowd", my "Rhythm" still don't miss |
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Breeze through melodies cause "It's Been A Long Time" |
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My "Lyrics" is "Fury" and rappers hate to hear me rhyme |
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Every antidote that |
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I quote, is "No Joke" |
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Nobody's smilin "In The Ghetto" from the notes |
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I wrote My high techniques wreck and disrepect beats |
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Have you "Follow-in The Leader" up and down the streets |
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So "Kick Along" as |
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I rip a song with pull |
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As the rhyme goes on |
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I get "Paid In Full" |
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It's Rakim, |
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I'm indicatin rhymes for the showin |
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Check it out y'all, |
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I keep it goin when |
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I'm flowin [Chorus x2] |
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Straight up, |
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Rakim Allah the |
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Fiend of the |
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Microphone still flowin |
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You know? |
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One love to [?] comin through your livin room soon, straight up [?], one love |
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The whole tri-state, one love |
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Rakim Allah baby, y'know? |
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It's on, what, check it out y'all, check it out |
