(scratch chours)
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The R
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Rakim's on the mic, like this, mic check
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The R
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Rakim's on the mic, like this, mic check
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The R
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Rakim's on the mic, like this, mic check
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The R
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Rakim's on the mic, like this, mic check
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(1st verse)
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Aye yo it's Mr. Low-key you need to go see
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the host by far a mostly o.t., with a brand new show but
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you know how the flow be.
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Cause when I swerve, you observe it closely
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if you smoke trees, smoke more than an o-z.
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Mix any kind of dope with me, you o-d.
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You get the c-d, l-p c.o.d.
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Poetry cause you to fully load the V.
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Drop place to place be crazy over me.
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Even different nationalities, over seas.
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Whoever do a don't emcee, you know me. G-o-d.
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She know she d-o-e, so show me.
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Even with no jewelry she call me goldie,
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like a Jacuzzi she overheat an o-g.
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Like sushi swimin' in a open sea. I'm comin'.
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(Chorus 2x):
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The R, Rakim's on the mic
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From the R, the A to the K.I.M.
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The most popular demanded, rap classic
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If I wasn't, then why would I say I am.
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(2nd verse)
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She said it's the same since I came and rained it's still hard.
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You can stimulate the brain, feel the god.
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It's hard to go against the grain, it's real large.
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Drive'em insane leave dames in silk bras.
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Once filled cups spill,just to spill that bars.
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What's the deal kids with Hennessey grills they feel charged.
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And you know what time it is? It's still Ra's.
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When I do a show real far they steal cars.
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Stages of battle field reveal your scars.
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Train hard, cause this is a game with ill squads.
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Play with pain and gain a couple of yards.
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And if you know the drill, you can deal the cards.
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And appeal to broads with jobs and ov-e-ods.
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Body parts like buns of steel and spa's.
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Then we can kick tha blahzay blah, smoke a cigar.
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While I get ma-na-massage.
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I'm comin'.
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(Chorus 1x)
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Rakim is on the mic, Rakim is on the mic, Rakim is on
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Im the most popular demanded, rap classic.
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(3rd verse)
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From the inner city to the suburbs, the street poet.
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The most jiggiest kid with words, and peeps know it.
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They've read about it and heard, plus t.v. show it.
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So how do I reserve my swerve? I low pro it.
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Now there eager to know just how deep the flow get.
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I don't know yet, sometime the flow be so wet.
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Spit a tech that will effect quicker than moet.
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Or high as anything you smoke yet, go ahead roll it.
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Any microphone I hold, my heat blow it.
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My emo is make more doe till I can't fold it.
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Anything I see or touch, I wanna own it.
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Drop a jewel in baby girl ear, now she my co-ed.
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I re-load it, she keep the candy coated,
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and when she throw it, sometime she can't control it.
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She tell me she about to blow at any moment.
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Well go ahead baby I can't hold it. I'm comin'
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(Chorus till end, various scratch versions of chorus).
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It's the R
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| Rakim |
