Rakim Heat It Up

(Take that microphone from that kid and heat it up)

I keep the mic hot, I heat it up kid

I keep the mic hot, I heat it up [x2]

Mic check y’all

Then throw it to the floor

The crowd wanted more so I came in the door

The great Rakim, papermates to the pen

Knowledge is born and the light strikes again

Elements burst and gave birth to the first

Get the pen from the nurse and hook the mic up first

When it absolutely positively has to be there on time

I deliver a rhyme

The heckler of hip hop, hop to this one

I got more kid, they hate to miss one

Style got jazz and the crowd’s out of control

Cause I’ve got the mic and I’ve got the soul

New York’s own microphone technician

Thoughts’ll give ’em visions

Style’ll make you listen

Devastates the ear, my opponents can’t see me

I gave ’em directions, but wrote it in graffiti

But they wanna know my m.o. ease back though

They want the exact flow, then study my steelo

Sketch the skit, but they still can’t see what I did

I heat the mic up kid

I keep the mic hot, I heat it up kid

I keep the mic hot, I heat it up [x4]

Then I explode with a song with a original form

Or I’ll perform it at high mode, they want the code

Destroyed the blueprints and documents and hits

Crews been, um, looking for clues ever since

Beats start brewing up, rhymes is rough

Stages and microphones self-destruct

And when you thought you had the format down pat

You get kicked back to the doormat with that

Cause I’ve got a high tech style with know-how

Select the file watch the crowd go wild

Bad beats to bless the females’ finesse

Points shot stress causing cardiac arrest

Mics too hot for you to told in your hands

Now they sell ’em with fifteen fans and mic stands

Mine still overheats, if you touch it you can see what I did

I heat the mic up kid

I keep the mic hot, I heat it up kid

I keep the mic hot, I heat it up [x4]

If his opponents’ll run a rap, tell ’em ease back

I’ve got a knapsack with hip hop attacks

Stacks of artifacts, formats in the act

Tracks after macs, and you can’t relax

Rakim’s equipped with penmanship

Left my penmate, I could graduate from Penn State

I could take any trade and make a high grade

Even get extra credit when the rhyme’s displayed

As soon as I manifest, they cheat off my test

Surround my desk and then stress the progress

But they miss the point, forget the skit

I’ll bust your lip if you rip the script

Brother’s ain’t cool and I’mma smoke up the room

And I’ve got a crew called the last platoon

Figure it out kid, problems coming

Emcees are running cause I’m the gunman

Extremely dangerous I bust rhymes into the crowd

And watch ’em all scream out loud

Aw man, and then I slam like a batteram

Ra got the plan with your favorite jam

I keep the mic hot, I heat it up kid

I keep the mic hot, I heat it up [x4]

The last platoon

Rakim

You know what I mean?

And I’m out

Rakim Holy Are U

[Chorus:]

Holy are you

Holy are you

There is no God but you (ah huh)

There is no God but you

(I need to talk to y’all for a minute)

Praised be the Lord

(And be serious for a minute)

Holy are you

Holy are you

There is no God but you

There is no God but you (Rakim Allah)

G-O-D, the God MC

Yeah

For those who find it hard to believe, and it is

Why they call me the God MC, the lyricist

Trace this down to the roots from Genesis

The world wonder, I’m still standing like pyramids

Design so vivid, every brick it got a story to tell

My rhyme flow different like a hieroglyphic

Mind prolific, infinite, like mathematic

The first language, now add that, and add graphics (Go ‘head)

Then go let the blocks know it’s the gospel

Life’s new manual, so watch close

The new Michaelangelo and Pablo Picasso

Prepared to show you the cosmos and rock flows

Even my lyrical metaphysical

What this’ll do is help you get to your spiritual pinnacle

You find your mind too far-fetched for it to fathom

I bring the darkness to the light, split the atom

It’s like watching the big bang theory emerge

I take titles, bond them to reveal new words

They want a clear view

From the farthest and the darkest corners of the universe

To a corner near you

A pharaoh in ghetto apparel, stay blinged up

Fort Knox display, a modern day King Tut

Wrapped tight, rap like I’ve been preserved in time

Spit the holy water, then touch it and turn it to wine

It’s the God

Holy are you

Holy are you

There is no God but you (I am, I am the Alpha and Omega)

There is no God but you

Praised be the Lord

We were children of the most high, so we fell

From paradise to holy hell

Probably descendants of the Holy Grail

Another part of history they won’t reveal

Times’ll only tell

You waiting for Judgment? It came

In the form of a thug in the game

To create a strong position, there’s blood in my vein

The chemical is identical, we one and the same

With seven letters in all three of my government names

Walk on water? Nah, neither did Jesus

It’s a parable to make followers and readers believers

From Egypt to Budapest, Rakim is the truest left

Understand the Scriptures like the minister Louis F

I told you who God is, you ignored me like most the prophets

Jesus, Solomon, Abraham, Moses and Muhammad

I showed the scholars, we’ll fulfill the broken promise

I spit this truth to predict the future like Nostradamus

Like Revelations, I’m hoping my quotes reveal

The seven spirits of God when I open the seal

Interpret the holy Qu’ran, these flows will guide you

Translate the Torah, and decode the Bible

Warn the elders in the mosques, ma-sons, and the law

The seven churches, the synagogues, it’s the Renaissance

Skin is bronze, like the Messiah

Rakim Allah’s ’bout to reveal a bigger secret than time and the God

Holy are you

Holy are you

There is no God but you (I want to challenge you)

There is no God but you (and soon I will challenge you)

Praised be the Lord (I am, I am the Alpha and Omega)

Rakim Allah The God MC

Peace

Rakim Real Shit

Yeah

It’s the paragraph ambassador

The wild style fashioner

It’s the god Rakim, the master

Feel this

[1st verse]

This is that lost ass track off-the-rack kind of a track

You forced to rap, remember that? It’s that

You know where I’m at, there go the gat

Pass me a bat, the kill-or-be-killed kind of attack

Steamin’ _, speedin’ navigatin’ the map

Negotiating with a chick, she got her head on your lap, ya hand on your gat

Premeditated plan of attack, with two of your most deadliest mens in the back

Comb the block, stop in the zone that’s hot

Get out like you own the spot, home or not

It’s that no mood to play, move out the my way

Yo, I been whistlin’ this tune from throughout the day

Hey, yo, this is that ol’ y’all niggas don’t wanna battle

Turn it up loud make the whole block rattle

Boom boom- this one is gettin’ blazin’ hot

Boom boom- make you bust another shot from the Glock

[Chorus]

From the streets below to everything above

To the heart that pumps Ra-kim Allah’s blood

I swear I kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plug

You emcee’s is playing tug-a-war with your tongues

From the streets beneath my feet to the sun

I’m number one and competition is still none

And I’m gonna keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullin’ plugs

You emcee’s is playing tug-a-war with your tongues

[2nd verse]

Here we come now

Turntable spin like a merry-go-round

Never slow down, depending on how good your stereo sounds

Set it, up in the hood where we go surround

Tearin’ through towns, turn ’em into burial grounds

This is the track that made Theodore wanna scratch

The track that caused the first kid to spin on his back

And then we saw, kids spray-painting the wall

While some of y’all was waitin’ for war breakin’ the law

It’s no antidote it’s what you can’t provoke

So just relax with your girls or your mans and smoke

And take a real hit, soon as it bang you feel quick

It’s real thick, this is that ol’ real shit

This is the description of designs for you to listen to

Reminiscin’ the times and nothin’ in particular

Keep you goin’ just like a whole pot of coffee

Have you and your shorty doin’ 80 in a 40

[Chorus]

From the streets below to everything above

To the heart that pumps Ra-kim Allah’s blood

I swear I kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plug

You emcee’s is playing tug-a-war with your tongues

From the streets beneath my feet to the sun

I’m number one and competition is still none

And I’m gonna keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullin’ plugs

[3rd verse]

You know what this is

Yeah kid, give up your riches

Vicious, visions is not for motion pictures

Unstoppable, rollin’ witcha sickest clique of niggas

Or witcha missus, gettin tropical kisses

Makin’ faces, anticipatin’ places her tongue hits

Suck her neck or just peck, better to funk it

The EP is in effect from dusk to sunset

She want a rim shot all over her drum set

Jump the bed rubbin’ your head- it’s rough sex

50 ways to keep a love wet

Down and up the steps with crazy positions left till she upset

“Damn, baby, you ain’t come yet?”

Hell, no- doomstick big as a elbow

Gel soft, well blow, give him a minute, he’ll grow

And all you gotta do is play the track again

I’m ready and revived, baby, back again

[Chorus]

From the streets below to everything above

To the heart that pumps Ra-kim Allah’s blood

I swear I kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plug

You emcee’s is playing tug-a-war with your tongues

From the streets beneath my feet to the sun

I’m number one and competition is still none

And I’m gonna keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullin’ plugs

You emcee’s is playing tug-a-war with your tongues

[Canibus]

Yo!

Check it, Yo!

I’m faster than leopards running across the vast desert

in twenty-two yards per second to catch me to daily delicatessen

It takes me thirty minutes to eat’em, forty minutes to digest’em,

and fifty minutes for it to pass through my intestines

So ask yourself a question?(What question?)

Can the Canibus rhyme?

Is a fuckin porcupine half swine?

No time to make up your mind, you wanna run or die?

Clip you while you’re running by, trip you up from behind

My rhymes, confuse niggas

Like somebody try to gang-bang

Wearin’ a blue shirt and red pants, throwin’ up signs with there left hand

Standin’ out on the corner of wetlands with a confederate flag for a headband

God dam eggplants, niggas getting’ me vexed man

Cause I’m surrounded by garbage like Fred Sav

And I can’t seem to get away from it

I dreamed that I stabbed leviathan through the stomach, and ate from it

In my past life I slayed hundreds, and in the life before that

I played trumpets, to warn you that I was comin’

There’s one billion ways to die, and I already tried

nine-hundred million nine hundred and ninety nine

When I aim and fire my rhymes, like a hundred cannon balls flying

Striking you one at a time, in a parallel line

While the art of emceeing is steady dieing

Canibus and Rakim Allah is still in there prime!

[Chorus]

From the streets below to everything above

To the heart that pumps Ra-kim Allah’s blood

I swear I kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plug

You emcee’s is playing tug-a-war with your tongues

From the streets beneath my feet to the sun

I’m number one and competition is still none

And I’m gonna keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullin’ plugs

You emcee’s is playing tug-a-war with your tongues

Rakim Put It All To Music

[Bridge: Female sample (Rakim)]

Put it all to musiiiiic! (uh!)

Put it all to musiiiiic! (uh-huh!)

Put it all to musiiiiic! (that’s what we like to do!)

Put it all to musiiiiic! (let’s go!)

[Chorus: Female sample (Rakim)]

Put it all to musiiiiic!

Makes you feel exactly like… (uh!)

Put it all to musiiiiic!

Makes you feel exactly like… (sounds good, uh!)

Put it all to musiiiiic! (no matter what you doin’!)

Makes you feel exactly like… (uh!)

Put it all to musiiiiic! (ch’eah, you know what it is!)

Don’t it drive you craaaazyyyyyy? (uh!)

[Rakim {Female sample}:]

I usually fall asleep on it and wake up to it (uh-huh!)

In the morning draw plans in the day up to it. (uh!)

And make it easy to cope – and say just do it (that’s right!)

Like all I hear is C-Notes, it’s cake up music!

Get your weight up! – Workout (uh!) and shape up to it (uh!)

It make me hype for ladies like to shake butt to it. (uh!)

We crank up music just to make us lose it. (ch’eah!)

{Don’t it drive you craaaazyyyyyy?}

And nothing can match the brain rush you get,

And save plush you flip when playin’ something to sick. (uh!)

You can bug to it or make love to it (uh-huuuh!)

Sometimes we break up to it (uh!) just to make up to it (uh!)

A safe drug! No-one knows what makes us use it (uh-uh, uh-uh!)

And make us love music though the hate run through it.

It’s the soundtrack of life, (uh!) turn the bass up to it! (ch’eah!)

{Don’t it drive you craaaazyyyyyy?}

[Chorus: Female sample (Rakim)]

Put it all to musiiiiic! (it’s so hot!)

Makes you feel exactly like… (don’t stop!)

Put it all to musiiiiic! (it’s so hot!)

Makes you feel exactly like… (don’t stop!)

Put it all to musiiiiic! (it’s so hot!)

Makes you feel exactly like… (don’t stop!)

Put it all to musiiiiic! (it’s so hot!)

Don’t it drive you craaaazyyyyyy? (uh, uh!)

[Rakim {Female sample}:]

It goes good with the hoods and parks and on the block (yeah!)

? parties and get togethers if you want it hot. (word!)

Fix your swag if it’s on or not! (uh-huh!) {Makes you feel…}

Get your game right (uh!) when your plan is you don’t want to stop. {Makes you feel…}

Feel like life is lost and then you found it, {Makes you feel…}

It make you feel a certain way there’s nothing you can do about it. (uh-huh!) {Makes you feel…}

It feel like you fiending and you can’t do without it. (uh!)

{Don’t it drive you craaaazyyyyyy?}

It put you in the zone when you listen to it

It’s like a gang you can’t get out when you get into it. (uh-uh!)

Memories blend and vision to it. (uh-huh!)

It’s like a throwback! (uh!) – You can go back, (uhh!) reminiscing to it!

You taking it out of your mind. – It’s stuck in your mug;

You under an influence of an infinite buzz. (uh-huh!)

It’s like a hippy from the sixties (uh!) when you mix it with drugs.

{Don’t it drive you craaaazyyyyyy?} (uh!)

[Chorus: Female sample (Rakim)]

Put it all to musiiiiic! (it’s so hot!)

Makes you feel exactly like… (don’t stop!)

Put it all to musiiiiic! (it’s so hot!)

Makes you feel exactly like… (don’t stop!)

Put it all to musiiiiic! (it’s so hot!)

Makes you feel exactly like… (don’t stop!)

Put it all to musiiiiic! (it’s so hot!)

Don’t it drive you craaaazyyyyyy? (uh, uh!)

[Rakim {Female sample}:]

Everything go better with music! (uh!)

It’s tailored for life it’s better suited. (uh-huh!)

Whatever your personal preference is, rock or all the ghetto music (it don’t matter!)

Your personal therapist music it’s therapeutic. (uhh!)

Sit back in a chair and vibe out (uh-huh!)

And just relax and clear your mind out! (uh!)

And the beat will make you put it in gear and ride out (yeah!)

{Don’t it drive you craaaazyyyyyy?}

It make the scenery more vivid for me I can see

Everything is more appealin’ to the eye to me. (uh, uh!)

It even help a movie tell a story properly

Step-by-step so a move I choreography. (yeah!)

You can unwind to it. (uh-huh!) – Wine and dine to it. (‘kay!)

Pass time to it. (yeah!) – Shine or grind to it. (okay!)

Like when I put my mind to it (uhh!) put a rhyme to it! (c’mon!)

{Don’t it drive you craaaazyyyyyy?} (uh!)

[Chorus: Female sample (Rakim)]

Put it all to musiiiiic! (uh-huh!) (it’s so hot!)

Makes you feel exactly like… (it’s the God Ra’!) (don’t stop!)

Put it all to musiiiiic! (you know what I to do!) (it’s so hot!)

Makes you feel exactly like… (I love thing music thing right here, man!) (don’t stop!)

Put it all to musiiiiic! (it’s so hot!)

Makes you feel exactly like… (don’t stop!)

Put it all to musiiiiic! (ayo, Pill! that just crazy, man!) (it’s so hot!) (uh!)

Don’t it drive you craaaazyyyyyy? (New York City, worldwide!)

[Outro: Rakim]

It’s so hot! [beat fades out]

Don’t stop!

It’s so hot!

Don’t stop!

It’s so hot!

Don’t stop…

Rakim Dedicated

[Sample No Doubt’s “Don’t Speak”:]

(You and me) You and me

(We used to be together) used to be

(Everyday together) everyday

(Always) always

You was there from the beginning all I had to do was survive

In a race against millions where the loser die

No rules apply but you was my safe haven

At the end of the race waiting so I used your guide

I found heaven in you, you shared your life with me

Gave me insight, way before the light hit me

It’s more than just a bond ’cause we inseparable

Even when they cut the cord on the umbilical

Never more than a moment away

You fixed whatever was wrong and always know what to say

The same way to my sisters and brothers

Always honest and showed me what unconditional love is

The voice of a goddess, and stars twinkle in your eyes

My heaven on earth or an angel in disguise

If you was here, I’d just hug and kiss you

Cause a million word can’t explain how much I miss you

You and me

We used to be together

Everyday together

Always

I watched the lady shine and stay on the grind

While the world weighed heavy on a ladies mind

It was a crazy time

It’s like the world stopped fast when pops passed in ’89

Harder we cried the harder you cried too

My father kept your blue skies blue

It’s hard to keep going, the harder you try too

At January 18th part of you died too

You tried to be stronger keep the fam together

You said we had to keep on and plan for better

While you smile with your open arms

It took awhile to die-tect your broken heart

You said it takes some time take it slow

But time will take it’s toll and the stakes is high ’til the day you die

But I refused to accept eventually that I would have to say goodbye

You and me, We used to be together

Everyday together, Always

I really feel, that I’m losing my best friend

I can’t believe this could be, the end

I’m starting to see how short life is

Every second it get shorter but your heart get warmer

And you get stronger even when they said you need a transplant

And dialysis to live longer

It put us in fear, put us in tears

You still managed to live life to the fullest for years

Then things got complicated, they found a donor so they operated

A gift and a curse, it’s a risk, will it work

And concerned, then things took a turn for the worse

And even if I’d seen the signs I doubt the actions

Nothing could prepare me for what was ’bout to happen

In the hospital, the 18th floor, vivid

July 18th, 2005, I can’t forget it

Since that day, I’m forever numb

The end, the day I hoped would never come

You and me, We used to be together

Everyday together, Always

I really feel, that I’m losing my best friend

I can’t believe this could be, the end

Rakim Show Me Love

Yeah… check it out… show me love

Promise you won’t do me wrong (for sure)

If I turn you on (yeah)

Promise you’ll stay all night long (on on)

Makin love til dawn

Yo, it’s time to bring the day in, fresh out the crib sauteein

Around the way-in, swerve on, surveyin

That’s when I saw her, the kind you wanna see more of

The sexy aura, it made it hard to ignore her

Expression her posession of property skyrocket

I’m investin in her presence and in time it profits

I take a acre for you, fertilize the soil

and make it boil, til it produce black oil

The Shorty sweet as, the flavor of forty divas

Photos and features, worth more than Mona Lisa’s

It’s lady lucious, tender touches my blood rushes

Smiles and blushes, on billboards and buses

And me, I’m just a bronze skinned calm gentleman

Slim fit and open arms mellow wit a Don’s grin

Ghetto disciplined, could be your confidant beyond friend

It’s one of Allah’s men, Rakim, show me love

Promise you won’t do me wrong (uh)

If I turn you on (go ahead, uh)

Promise you’ll stay all night long (uh, yeah)

Makin love til dawn (turn me on love)

Promise you won’t do me wrong (mmm)

If I turn you on (mmm, mmm, yeah)

Promise you’ll stay all night long

So we can get it on (check it out)

I’m in effect mode, I keep the ep sewed

When you express your finesse to your dress code

Every step’s a pose, you’ve been blessed and it shows

My interest grows, the effervesce explodes

Because this chick’s, characteristics, mystic

Hips are thick, just a little bit of lipstick

Can’t resist it, description Egyptian smile

Queen of the Nile, that means she dipped in style

She re-mind of Nefretiti, yes indeed-y

But it’s hard to get it like hieroglyphic graffiti

Studied her exhibits and checked her colorful curves

Intellect with swerves I coulda wrecked my nerves

That’s my word, diggin her enigma that exist

in a sister, carefully wrapped in her figure

We connect like a collision and hug, just to knowledge

her wisdom, speed up my metabolism, show me love

Promise you won’t do me wrong

If I turn you on (uh, yeah)

Promise you’ll stay all night long (YEAH)

Makin love til dawn (check it out)

Promise you won’t do me wrong (go ahead, go ahead)

If I turn you on (yeah, yeah)

Promise you’ll stay all night long

So we can get it on

Your M.O. is hard not to notice, so my motives

is to stay focused, body moves like aerobics

Attractions, vibes I caught came from your ways

and actions but mindframe hard to explain

No actin or mindgames, but thinkin of what can happen

is migraines, the x-rated though remains

We relaxin, and you naggin me for the agony

to your anatomy, by the fractions

Your measurements, the pleasure’s in every inch of your temple

I travel twenty-three million miles of your mental

Chemistry, between you and me, in harmony

Causin angles to meet, like trigonometry

or pyramids, that’s where your deepest, treasures are hid

Then it gets, odiferous, cause I know where it is

I mastered that, cause it’s easy when you react

The all-natural aphrodisiac, show me love

Promise you won’t do me wrong

If I turn you on (yeah)

Promise you’ll stay all night long (go ahead, go ahead)

Making love til dawn (uh)

Promise you won’t do me wrong (straight up)

If I turn you on (go ahead, uh)

Promise you’ll stay all night long (yeah)

So we can get it on (show me love)

Promise you won’t do me wrong

If I turn you on

Promise you’ll stay all night long

Making love til dawn

Promise you won’t do me wrong (uh, yeah)

If I turn you on (check it out, uh)

Promise you’ll stay all night long (and you don’t stop)

So we can get it on (uh)

Promise you won’t do me wrong

If I turn you on

Promise you’ll stay all night long

Making love til dawn…

Rakim I’m Back

[Rakim:]

Yeah, with no further adieu

You know who it is

Uh, ghettos across the world

Yo this is what they want

New York City, it’s what they need

East Coast to West Coast, it’s what it is

Across seas, worldwide baby

[Verse 1: Rakim]

Aiyyo we stuck in a time of drought, nothin to rhyme to about

Ghetto of crime on the grind, pull an iron out

Industry cryin out, major labels buyin out

Who put the fire out? Real Hip Hop is dyin out

Sound like the perfect time for Ra to set off the new beginnin

Let me finish where Nas left off

I went to L.A. to get with Dre, we tried to bridge the gap and

Take night, mix it with day, I guess it wasn’t meant to happen

My move, a lotta dudes hope I lose but it’s cool baby

I’m like Ray, I make it “Do what it do” baby

Bounce like medallions till it’s off the chain

And I remain up in the lab till it’s engulfed in flames

Just call me “Too Hot”, the same old hood look like a new spot

A new block, like Times Square and Forty Doo Wop

Without the gun on my Hip, I bring the new Hop

For Scott LaRock, Freaky Ty, L Eye, Biggie Smalls and Tupac

[Hook: Lil’ Fame]

So where my goons at? – Stand up! We right here!

Where my thugs at? – Stand up! We right here!

And all the OGs – Stand up! We right here!

Bounce for yourself homie, make yourself be heard

But you don’t have to dance, play it cool and listen

Cause you know what this is, we give ’em the business

Your crew is number 1 if not best and better

Here’s a hit, The 18th Letter

[Verse 2: Rakim]

This is hell and hell is where the storm is, drugs sellers killed for cornets

Death is here to haunt us, the president’s still in office

The heavens hear the horrors, and let us feel what war is

Deadly weather spill before us, to sever seals upon us

Rakim up here begin to fear the end is here, your goners

Stiff as Rigarmortis, now let ’em feel the chorus

The God spit, I’m still here y’all, stick for real performance

Record deals and tourin, my rep is still enormous

I hit the block or party and mommies be watching pappy

The show get smashed, photographed by the paparazzi

My army’s on it highly, don’t bring no drama by me

It’s deadly, period, point-blank slash kamikaze

The alpha and omega, no doubt an innovator

In front of your bodega it’s the style originator

You doubters and you haters, Ra bout to end your data

With writer’s block, I’m off the top without the pen, no paper

The archaeologist let y’all acknowledge it

Then I start the apocalypse, then watch the god demolish it

I heard the news, there’s a dude they wanna hear from

Take it from square one, lace up them air ones

Then bring the new commandments to the planets

For livin life in the hood and for the music fanatics

It’s for dimes and dons and for my love of writing songs

When the club mic is on I’m on my justice cipher, hold back

[Hook: Lil’ Fame]

So where my goons at? – Stand up! We right here!

Where my thugs at? – Stand up! We right here!

And all the OGs – Stand up! We right here!

Bounce for yourself homie, make yourself be heard

But you don’t have to dance, play it cool and listen

Cause you know what this is, we give ’em the business

Your crew is number 1 if not best and better

Here’s a hit, The 18th Letter

Rakim New York To Cali

I come again phono again when the drama come in synonyms don’t wanna end Rakims gonna win, always seem to come out at the right time wit the right rhymes smooth in the day it sound rough at night time jus an echo (an echo), in the ghetto, meadow and valley, side street and alley, from New York to Cali, I been seen in every state and between on stage, they scream every phrase I leave the city in a rage its on to the next one to bless one, thats my proceedure, leave ya in a deeper mind state than anestesia, ya catch a seizure if you try to stop the great, when I operate, jus let the crowd please ya drop the weight, jus wanna us in gear, from everyone from here to there, ideas that ya hear, severe to the ear never the less I provide a world wide request and manifest and this from the east to the west….

From New York to Cali (to Cali, to Cali) coast to coast I been rippen coliseums and clubs,

From New York to Cali (to Cali, to Cali) rhymin over dubs for thugs girls blow me kisses and throw me hugs,

Musical rise I memorize in my mental interprise

then improvise live wit my supplies you know the quota,

fashinal design the shine the international kind start the rhyme time to motor, irreversable format, adapt, to wherever ya liven at from all four corners of the mat whenever they play it it gets interpretated hip hop related, already dedicated keep it heavy populated, attract everybody that could rock, do a block party make it look like woodstock, yea, Rakim allah, nothin simi-lar to my siminar they travel never far plus thats where the women are, I like to ask em “what’s the best time to hear me rhyme?”

never the less I provide a worldwide request and manifest, and this is from the east to the west….

From New York to Cali (to Cali, to Cali) coast to coast I been rippen coliseums and clubs,

From New York to Cali (to Cali, to Cali) rhymin over dubs for thugs girls blow me kisses and throw me hugs,

Coast to coast I been rippen coliseums and clubs rhymin over dubs for thugs girls blow me kisses and throw me hugs,

a sporadic concert on stage I got classics, which means my smash hits wont age, and sing along I bring a song I be swingin long we can do a thing till dawn I came to bring it on on tour, stoppin all the records stores across the nation, flow at the radio station to show appreciation, retreats for the streets, peace for the jeeps and reach incredible feets to get deep for my peeps, props for the unorthodox style I got they couldn’t wait for me to drop move stock fo’ the block, strong kick cassette decks, walkmen headsets I come off, fly concepts is high tech my first display is to converse wit the days and slam thats why the man first jam still play,

so tell the neighbor hoods I got the goods again, its Rakim then again thats how it should have been, never the less I provide a worldwide request and manifest and this is from the east to the west…..

From New York to Cali (to Cali, to Cali) coast to coast I been rippen coliseums and clubs,

From New York to Cali (to Cali, to Cali) rhymin over dubs for thugs girls blow me kisses and throw me hugs,

Rakim Remember That

Remember that?

Turn the beat up, I get lost in the mind come across

the rhyme kick my feet up, then I find myself in time

I was on a train, destination Marley Marl’s domain

I entertained things’ll never be the same

DJ’s are conveyed if the label OK it

Teddy Ted and Special K was the first ones to play it

On the radio, with the crazy flow

I pay dues until it pays me dough to do a show

When I’m at the helm I cover the whole realm

In control and leave your soul overwhelmed

Another influence of beats and instruments

Lyrics make it intricate and elements are tense

When you was playin Pac Man it was the jams I packed

Peeps would swarm when I was perform in, black I’m all that

Back before they turned hip-hop to rap

It always a place to party at, remember that?

I remember the spots that used to be hot

Just like the roof top, a place that only few can rock

on a wild ass block, yeah you find me there a lot

Until you hear gunshots, that’s when the fun stops

Here come the cops, time to go home, get in order

Cause I’ll be back in Manhattan if somethings happenin at the Latin Quarter

House of havoc when it came to fourteen carat

And if you had it yeah kids’d try to grab it

It’s cool at the Red Parrot we was doin it there

I was the first one to rip it at the Union Square

Me and DJ Red Alert did work

A crazy concert, a lot of kids got hurt

I did encores at the Encore, they wanted more

I kicked a freestyle til I heard the crowd roar

Like the Funhouse, Bronx Center never endin black

Place to be was the Brooklyn Armory, remember that?

Remember that? [x3]

Open the door, let the crowds in, over twenty thousand

Wildin music’s loud and microphone’s growlin

Tickets are sold out, parties is packed and on tour

rippin basketball arenas back then

Even afterparties, posses of players and hotties

Everybody was Gotti, spreadin bucks like shotties

Spendin cash, to make a good time last

Thoughts that I had give me a blast of the past

Memories of unforgettable times on my mind

Dollar signs and melodies and incredible rhymes

The people I met, and the sets that got wrecked

All the mics I checked, most of all life’s effects

And peace to all the people I grew up around

in the streets back when beats had a rougher sound

I used to be wild me and my crew sit back and we smile

Keep piles of pictures filed in case I go senile

Cause some things are just too good to be forgot

Like your neighborhood block or your favorite spot

Certain records always seem to make me reminisce

And when it hits, and then it clicks, remember this

My life flashed before me I’m there from the sounds

I hear pinpoint the year, it’s perfectly clear

I like the way it went down and alla that, in fact

It mean a lot, cause you can’t bring it back, remember that

Remember that? [x3]

Rakim How I Get Down

[Rakim]

Before the dough came, my whole aim, was blow like propane

Control the whole domain, and then show no shame

Make rappers go [?] and they so lame, playin with no game

Put em on the lil plane til they can’t claim no fame

I got, the range, better, stay in the slow lane

I make the flow change from hurricanes to a slow rain

Your thoughts are so plane, I rearrange your whole frame

until my whole name grow out your brain like Rogaine

Letter by letter, I put words together

Once merged, apart never, they be heard forever

and then I grab a pen and stab him in his abdomen

and smash him in, throw his mic like a javelin

Then I explain verses, that remain on the surface

At times it get deep, but I never defeat the purpose

Never go out, to go the dough route, forever hold out

I never sold out, for any amount, no doubt

[Chorus x2: Rakim]

That’s how I get down, so tell me how you like that

I hit the town, hold it down on a tight track

I start a party now – everybody like rap

Haters are mad cause they gave the R the mic back

[Rakim]

I like to hang where e’rythang seem to happen at (y’know?)

It’s Ra’s habitat, I’m like that czar Arafat

And yes I have a gat, snap like a Israeli

A terrorist I never miss blowin up kids daily

I step to writers, and let my virus hurt the closest

I’m sick as hepatitis and worse than tuberculosis

Pull out a pen, like a grenade, and drop it quick

I strike again and I’ma get paid, exotic shit

You know the God ra be, hot as the Mojave

Swing like King Usabi, my posse be kamikaze

On the corners like I’m homeless and I, don’t know where home is

The bonus, is where the next open microphone is

Me and my team, vision like a radar screen

Intervene and yo, cut the mic off, cause Ra fiend

to show the whole world some of the things I seen

then blow it up, like Edi Amin, yaknahmean?

[Chorus]

[Rakim]

I do a thang thang, I write the songs they sing

Make sure that they swing, from New York to Beijing

Put your thoughts in the sling and your brain is gangrene

Pull in the ring, repeatin and sayin the same thing

Xerox, zero, no match, you ditto

copy machine, couldn’t reprint my [?]

My new style, that I produce now’s beyond two-thou’

I knew how, since a juvenile, to make a ka-pow

When the night’s fallin, I can hear the mic callin

I like ballin, I cut back like Mic Jordan

This is for y’all while I’m spittin literatures

Lyrics’ll ball like Allen Iverson dribble the ball

They hopeless – whoever approaches my high explosives

My vision sadicious, and freestyle’s ferocious

I wrote this, words flew over my head like a locust

I turned the beat up, sat back, and stayed focused

[Chorus]