Knowledge will begin until I finish this song
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'Cuz the rhyme gets rougher as the rhyme goes on
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You sweat as you step about to get hype
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Or should you just listen to the man on the mic
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You're physically in this with me but how could you tell
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If it's meant to be hip hop if you're not mentally as well
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Ready to absorb the rhyme that I just poured
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Into the mic and so unite and this won't be so bored
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If you just keep kickin' listen - to the mix
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And think you'll sink into the rhyme like quicksand
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Holds and controls you 'til I leave
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You fall deeper in the style - it's hard to breathe
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The only time I stop is when somebody drop and then
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Bring 'em to the front 'cuz my rhymes' the oxygen
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Then wave your hands - when you're ready I'll send you
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Into your favorite dance so let the rhyme continue
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And so on and I'ma go on simultaneously
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And even if I stop - the rhyme remains to be
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Rising to the top - and I came to drop it
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Catch it and quiz it - is my topic
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Universual 'cuz I move everybody to come
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By exercising your mind you'll coincide as one
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You look around and see how packed the party starts to get
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I draw a crowd - like an architect
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The five borroughs react and all the islands attract
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And every state can't wait - so they attack
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off a spot on the floor - squeeze in cuz it's packed
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It'll be more room if MC's play the back
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I'm the R the A to the K-I-M
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If I wasn't, then why would I say I am
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The microphone fiend if I was a fake
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Whoever said it's just buggin' off the rhymes I make
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I had you biting your tongue for what I brung and recite
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Sung it on stage some said it don't sound like
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The voice on the record - I see what you mean
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Because the system was wack, so I had to scream
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So just - give me a mic if it's loud I'll blow it
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If not - into the crowd I'll throw it
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Pull out my cordless mic and entertain you well
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Before I let go I'ma spark your brain cells
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I took time to write - tonight I will recite
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So poetically inclined when the mic is held tight
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Rhymes start flowin' kisses are blowin
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MC's are knowin' that's why they're goin
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Home to tell a friend when the party ends
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"Yo, man you know Rakim? That brother struck again"
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Cuz mic by mic and stage by stage,
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Tape by tape and page by page,
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When the crowd is moving I compete with the mix
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The rougher the cuts - the rougher the rhyme gets
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Deeper and Deeper - I hope you understand it
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I made it up myself and I planned it
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For other MC's who waste time
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Writing jokes, riddles, and maybe a rhyme
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I cross my arms and I was waiting - but I was hating
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The rappers on the microphone was fronting - just faking
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They wasn't breakin', which means I was achin'
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To get up on the microphone and then start takin'
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Control of the mic - uptight when I grabbed it
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So hug the speaker- your ear's a magnet
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Attracted to a freestyle put in effect
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You listen to my man while you're sippin' Moet
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So Eric, pick up the needle (yeah) put it in the middle (ahhight)
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Give me a scratch, turn my Mic up a little,
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I want you to hear this perfectly clear
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Catch what I'm sayin'? You get the idea?
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I hope you knowledge the beginning cuz I'm finished this song
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The rhyme gets rougher as the rhyme flows on...
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As The Rhyme Goes On (Pumpin` The Turbo - Chad Jay In Effect Version)
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Eric B. & Rakim |