Yes yes y'all, check it out y'all [x2]
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[Chorus: Rakim]
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(Yo) 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 Rakim show, y'know?
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[Verse One: Rakim]
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Yes yes y'all, I still fiend by any means
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to flow, and 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 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 I'm telekinetic
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Crowds is screamin, I choke the mic and keep squeezin
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Styles seemin like I used a thousand words without breathin
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Bustin techs like Russian Roulette 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
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from what I'm showin, see it, I keep it goin when I'm flowin
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[Chorus]
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[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
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or illustrate, a time and place you never been in
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and make you focus on the future after seein the beginning
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And my style wilds, like 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 I'm showin
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Man I keep it goin, damn I keep it flowin
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[Chorus x2]
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[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 I write
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and recite, in my mic'll be bright, cause I like
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the night glowin, it's out of sight when I'm showin
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Man I keep it goin, damn I keep it flowin
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[Chorus x2]
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[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 I quote, is "No Joke"
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Nobody's smilin "In The Ghetto" from the notes I wrote
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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 I rip a song with pull
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As the rhyme goes on I get "Paid In Full"
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It's Rakim, I'm indicatin rhymes for the showin
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Check it out y'all, I keep it goin when I'm flowin
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[Chorus x2]
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Straight up, Rakim Allah the Fiend of the Microphone still flowin
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You know? One love to [?] comin through your livin room soon, straight up
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[?], 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
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When I'm Flowin'
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