(Yo) I find a show, rhyme til it's time to go I'm designed to blow, my mind's inclined to flow Yo, my M.O., makin all kind of dough From the info that Rakim show, y'know?
Verse One: Rakim
Yes yes y'all, I still fiend by any means to flow, and I go through extremes don't intervene My adventures show like a three dimensional screen Cause I mention many things and I'm presentin many scenes Guess I'm telegraphic, motions energentic Better tell em forget it, cause I'm telekinetic Crowds is screamin, I choke the mic and keep squeezin Styles seemin like I used a thousand words without breathin Bustin techs like Russian Roulette I doubt you win Freestyles like hand grenades without the pin Composin, then leave the mic full of corrosion Don't test this, or best to expects this explosion At shows I spit flows with seven deadly venoms Killin syllables with poisonous synonyms in em Ideas is blowin, mics is blowin from what I'm showin, see it, I keep it goin when I'm flowin
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Verse Two: Rakim
When I'm flowin, theoretically speakin like a drummer 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 And my style wilds, like Miles on the trumpet Volume dial was kind of low, need to pump it Up another notch turn the dial til it stops More watts you got, more things to watch Third eye's wide open, you're focused on the theory Keep scopin til you hear me, words is spoken clearly It's no smokescreens on the scenes that I'm showin Man I keep it goin, damn I keep it flowin
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Verse Three: Rakim
Two pages cause panic, freestyles is frantic Thoughts is organic, flow is aerodynamic Mic is volcanic, rhymes spread across the planet I send out the scribe now the vibes gigantic Now, I'm internationally known, mental capacities blown I hope your microphone's accident prone Raw footage is shown, but only showin scenes of my own Leavin your periphereal vision in a zone But not the twilight, from the insight that I write and recite, in my mic'll be bright, cause I like the night glowin, it's out of sight when I'm showin Man I keep it goin, damn I keep it flowin
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Verse Four: Rakim
Yo, accurate tactics "Make Em Clap to This" When I "Move the Crowd", my "Rhythm" still don't miss Breeze through melodies cause "It's Been A Long Time" My "Lyrics" is "Fury" and rappers hate to hear me rhyme Every antidote that I quote, is "No Joke" Nobody's smilin "In The Ghetto" from the notes I wrote My high techniques wreck and disrepect beats Have you "Follow-in The Leader" up and down the streets So "Kick Along" as I rip a song with pull As the rhyme goes on I get "Paid In Full" It's Rakim, I'm indicatin rhymes for the showin Check it out y'all, I keep it goin when I'm flowin
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Straight up, Rakim Allah the Fiend of the Microphone still flowin You know? One love to ? comin through your livin room soon, straight up ?, one love The whole tri-state, one love Rakim Allah baby, y'know?