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Verse One:
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Turn up the bass check out my melody hand out a cigar
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I'm lettin knowledge be born and my name's the R
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A k i m not like the rest of them I'm not on a list
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That's what I'm sayin I drop science like a scientist
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My melody's in a code the very next episode
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Has the mic often distortin ready to explode
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I keep the mic in Fahrenheit freeze MC's and make em colder
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The listener's system is kickin like solar
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As I memorize, advertise, like a poet
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Keep you goin when I'm flowin, smooth enough, you know it
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But rough that's why the middle of my story I tell E.B.
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Nobody beats the "R", check out my melody...
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Verse Two:
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So what if I'm a microphone fiend addicted soon as I sing
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One of these for MC's so they don't have to scream
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I couldn't wait to take the mic, flow into it to test
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Then let my melody play, and then the record suggest
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That I'm droppin bombs, but I stay peace and calm
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Any MC that disagree with me just wave your arm
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And I'll break, when I'm through breakin I'll leave you broke
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Drop the mic when I'm finished and watch it smoke
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So stand back, you wanna rap? All of that can wait
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I won't push, I won't beat around the bush
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I wanna break upon those who are not supposed to
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You might try but you can't get close to
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Because I'm number one, competition is none
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I'm measured with the heat that's made by sun
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Whether playin ball or bobbin in the hall
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I just writin my name in graffiti on the wall
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You shouldn't have told me you said you control me
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So now a contest is what you owe me
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Pull out your money, pull out your cut
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Pull up a chair, and I'ma tear shit up
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My name is Rakim Allah, and R & A stands for "Ra"
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Switch it around, but still comes out "R"
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So easily will I e-m-c-e-e
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My repetition of words is "check out my melody"
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Some bass and treble is moist, scratchin and cuttin a voice
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And when it's mine that's when the rhyme is always choice
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I wouldn't have came to ?set? my name ?around the? same weak shit
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Puttin blurs and slurs and words that don't fit
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In a rhyme, why waste time on the microphone
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I take this more serious than just a poem
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Rockin party to party, backyard to yard
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Now tear it up, y'all, and bless the mic for the gods
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Verse Three:
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The rhyme is rugged, at the same time sharp
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I can swing off anything even a string of a harp
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Just turn it on and start rockin, mind no introduction
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Til I finish droppin science, no interruption
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When I approach I exercise like a coach
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Usin a melody and add numerous notes
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With the mic and the R-a-k-i-m
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It's a task, like a match I will strike again
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Rhymes are poetically kept and alphabetically stepped
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Put in order to pursue with the momentum except
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I say one rhyme and I order a longer rhyme shorter
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A pause, but don't stop the tape recorder
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Verse Four:
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I'm not a regular competitor, first rhyme editor
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Melody arranger, poet, etcetera
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Extra events, the grand finale like bonus
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I am the man they call the microphonist
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With wisdom which means wise words bein spoken
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Too many at one time watch the mic start smokin
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I came to express the rap I manifest
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Stand in my way and I'll lead a ??? words protest
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MC's that wanna be dissed they're gonna
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Be dissed if they don't get from in fronta
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All they can go get is me a glass of Moet
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A hard time, sip your juice and watch a smooth poet
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I take 7 MC's put em in a line
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And add 7 more brothas who think they can rhyme
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Well, it'll take 7 more before I go for mine
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And that's 21 MC's ate up at the same time
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Easy does it, do it easy, that's what I'm doin
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No fessin, no messin around, no chewin
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No robbin, no buyin, bitin, why bother
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This slob'll stop tryin fightin to follow
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My unusual style will confuse you a while
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If I was water, I flow in the Nile
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So many rhymes you won't have time to go for your's
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Just because of a cause I have to pause
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Right after tonight is when I prepare
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To catch another sucka duck MC out there
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Cos my strategy has to be tragedy, catastrophe
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And after this you'll call me your majesty
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My melody...
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Verse Five:
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Marley Marl synthesized it, I memorize it
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