Lyrics:
Well ah, good evening my Nubian brothers and sisters ah
Tonight we got a really big show ah really big show ah
Conducting his Concerto in X Minor
To make up for what you can't do on record
Open your eyes twice the size and realise
I'm on the rise and you're on the demise
Ostracized by my reprise
Step
a third rail
I'm Rakim, the fiend of a microphone
I'm not him, so leave my mic alone
Soon as the beat is felt, I'm ready to go
So fasten your seatbelt
Every time that I get up on the microphone,
I gotta dedicate a rhyme to you girl,
Come on
Come on
Every time that I get up on the microphone,
I
it ever was
Back to school parade
Them gunshots beat to a different drum
It ain't safe up at the bud
We not saved by mamas hug
The kids stop playin
gettin' thinner
Shannon is cool but her mind is gone
One fat rock and it's goin' on
She had another buddy, came by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I'm praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by
the T the A the L
Can you hear the bells? Digital digital
Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, buh-Bobby, buh-Bobby
[RZA]
Yo fucking up the microphone be my hobby
All you crab
of shots for niggas
Punk, I wake up everyday to cathedral cielings
Jumpin' out my bed, wall to wall marble and pillars
Livin' like the Pharaoh Tut, I'm
dance like if I was Albert Alien
People just love it when the Biz starts to play
With my (beatboxing), and by the way
Skeezing with a girl is
DELIGHT BE!!!
My delight be on the mic, be on the sight be, on the night beat,
MY DELIGHT BE!!!
My delight be on this microphone, spitting it to your dome
was cold
Dats just something in my heart I just had to let go
I was born into rap
Raised by hip hop
Wit nuthin but microphones
In my toy box
I'm musical
masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless
Play this, by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I'll be his
I need is a microphone and a friend who plays guitar
Oh goodbye, goodbye good ol’ days
These days, these days are the best by far
These words
by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
She walked in the door workin' lace
You shoulda seen that look that was on my face
She's like
by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
She walked in the door workin' lace
You shoulda seen that look that was on my face
She's like
Unsigned Hype
'Til I was crushed by Dave Mays, almost let my pen fall asleep on the page
Daydreamin' yesterday, dozin' off backstage
I thought I saw Eazy
Boogey Man
Manic mad musician, maker of noise
That's jocked, by your homeboys
I rocks my flocks of sheep, it's the slickest shepherd around
I was
with me through it all?
Nobody!
The Moscow Circus
Hired me to fly trapeze
On Mount Olympus,
Ran a race with Hercules
It's easy when you're chased by
numb from it
MC's in my circumference is confronted son
Get your growth stunted from this, you don't want it
(What nigga?) The Black Thought and M-O-S
Fellas at the backdoor, girls by the bedroom
The name is Play, don't dare play me cheap
The microphone is a broom and I'ma sweep ya
Off your feet with
Put your mother fucking phone down
Listen to the microphone sound
Full crowd and we did it for the home town
Stand ground pay attention to the here
vibes throwing me off
I had to go off by myself to clear my mind
And beat my meat off
But the beat was never off-beat
Hyper like some coffee
Hotter than
raised by them goons
Came out the womb, I was grippin' that tool
Kept a Glock 45 in my backpack at school
Grey59 boy and my click filled with wolves
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