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Turn up the bass check out my melody hand out a cigar |
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I'm lettin knowledge be born and my name's the are |
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A k i m not like the rest of them I'm not on a list |
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That's what I'm sayin I drop science like a scientist |
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My melody's in a code the very next episode |
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Has the mic often distortin ready to explode |
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I keep the mic in Fahrenheit freeze MC's and make em colder |
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The listener's system is kickin like solar |
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As I memorize, advertise, like a poet |
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Keep you goin when I'm flowin, smooth enough, you know it |
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But rough that's why the middle of my story I tell E.B. |
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Nobody beats the "are", check out my melody... |
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So what if I'm a microphone fiend addicted soon as I sing |
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One of these for MC's so they don't have to scream |
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I couldn't wait to take the mic, flow into it to test |
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Then let my melody play, and then the record suggest |
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That I'm droppin bombs, but I stay peace and calm |
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Any MC that disagree with me just wave your arm |
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And I'll break, when I'm through breakin I'll leave you broke |
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Drop the mic when I'm finished and watch it smoke |
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So stand back, you want to rap? All of that can wait |
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I won't push, I won't beat around the bush |
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I want to break upon those who are not supposed to |
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You might try but you can't get close to |
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Because I'm number one, competition is none |
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Whether playin ball or bobbin in the hall |
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I just writin my name in graffiti on the wall |
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You shouldn't have told me you said you control me |
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So now a contest is what you owe me |
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Pull out your money, pull out your cut |
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Pull up a chair, and I'ma tear shit up |
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My name is Rakim Allah, and are & A stands for "Ra" |
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Switch it around, but still comes out "are" |
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So easily will I e-m-see-e-e |
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My repetition of words is "check out my melody" |
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Some bass and treble is moist, scratchin and cuttin a voice |
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And when it's mine that's when the rhyme is always choice |
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I wouldn't have came to set my name around the same weak shit |
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Puttin blurs and slurs and words that don't fit |
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In a rhyme, why waste time on the microphone |
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I take this more serious than just a poem |
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Rockin party to party, backyard to yard |
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Now tear it up, y'all, and bless the mic for the gods |
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The rhyme is rugged, at the same time sharp |
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I can swing off anything even a string of a harp |
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Just turn it on and start rockin, mind no introduction |
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Til I finish droppin science, no interruption |
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When I approach I exercise like a coach |
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Usin a melody and add numerous notes |
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With the mic and the are-a-k-i-m |
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It's a task, like a match I will strike again |
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Rhymes are poetically kept and alphabetically stepped |
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Put in order to pursue with the momentum except |
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I say one rhyme and I order a longer rhyme shorter |
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A pause, but don't stop the tape recorder |
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I'm not a regular competitor, first rhyme editor |
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Melody arranger, poet, etcetera |
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Extra events, the grand finale like bonus |
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I am the man they call the microphonist |
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With wisdom which means wise words bein spoken |
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Too many at one time watch the mic start smokin |
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I came to express the rap I manifest |
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Stand in my way and I'll lead a ??? words protest |
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MC's that want to be dissed they're gonna |
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Be dissed if they don't get from in fronta |
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All they can go get is me a glass of Moet |
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A hard time, sip your juice and watch a smooth poet |
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I take 7 MC's put em in a line |
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And add 7 more brothas who think they can rhyme |
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Well, it'll take 7 more before I go for mine |
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And that's 21 MC's ate up at the same time |
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Easy does it, do it easy, that's what I'm doin |
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No fessin, no messin around, no chewin |
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No robbin, no buyin, bitin, why bother |
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This slob'll stop tryin fightin to follow |
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My unusual style will confuse you a while |
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If I was water, I flow in the Nile |
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So many rhymes you won't have time to go for your's |
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Just because of a cause I have to pause |
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Right after tonight is when I prepare |
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To catch another sucka duck MC out there |
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'cause my strategy has to be tragedy, catastrophe |
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And after this you'll call me your majesty |
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My melody... |
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Marley Marl synthesized it, I memorize it |
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Eric be made a cut and advertised it |
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My melody's created for MC's in the place |
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Who try to listen 'cause I'm dissin |
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Take off your necklace, you try to detect my pace? |
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Now you're buggin over ?off my rhyme like bass |
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The melody that I'm stylin, smooth as a violin |
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Rough enough to break New York from Long Island |
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My wisdom is swift, no matter if |
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My momentum is slow, MC's still stand stiff |
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I'm genuine like leather, don't try to be clever |
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MC's you'll beat the "are", I'll say "Oh never" |
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So Eric be cut it easily |
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And check out my melody... |
