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Tytuł: As the rhyme goes on

  • Wykonawca: Rakim
  • Wy¶wietleń: 290
Knowledge will begin until I finish this song
   'Cuz the rhyme gets rougher as the rhyme goes on
   You sweat as you step about to get hype
   Or should you just listen to the man on the mic
   You're physically in this with me but how could you tell
   If it's meant to be hip-hop if you're not mentally as well
   Ready to absorb the rhyme that I just poured
   Into the mic and so unite and this won't be so bored
   If you just keep kickin' listen - to the mix
   And think you'll sink into the rhyme like quicksand
   Holds and controls you 'til I leave
   You fall deeper in the style - it's hard to breathe
   The only time I stop is when somebody drop and then
   Bring 'em to the front 'cuz my rhymes' the oxygen
   Then wave your hands - when you're ready I'll send you
   Into your favorite dance so let the rhyme continue
   And so on and I'ma go on simultaneously
   And even if I stop - the rhyme remains to be
   Rising to the top - and I came to drop it
   Catch it and quiz it - is my topic
   Universual 'cuz I move everybody to come
   By exercising your mind you'll coincide as one
   You look around and see how packed the party starts to get
   I draw a crowd - like an architect
   The five borroughs react and all the islands attract
   And every state can't wait - so they attack
   off a spot on the floor - squeeze in cuz it's packed
   It'll be more room if MC's play the back
   I'm the R the A to the K-I-M
   If I wasn't, then why would I say I am
   The microphone fiend if I was a fake
   Whoever said it's just buggin' off the rhymes I make
   I had you biting your tongue for what I brung and recite
   Sung it on stage some said it don't sound like
   The voice on the record - I see what you mean
   Because the system was wack, so I had to scream
   So just - give me a mic if it's loud I'll blow it
   If not - into the crowd I'll throw it
   Pull out my cordless mic and entertain you well
   Before I let go I'ma spark your brain cells
   I took time to write - tonight I will recite
   So poetically inclined when the mic is held tight
   Rhymes start flowin' kisses are blowin
   MC's are knowin' that's why they're goin
   Home to tell a friend when the party ends
   "Yo, man you know Rakim? That brother struck again"
   Cuz mic by mic and stage by stage,
   Tape by tape and page by page,
   When the crowd is moving I compete with the mix
   The rougher the cuts - the rougher the rhyme gets
   Deeper and Deeper - I hope you understand it
   I made it up myself and I planned it
   For other MC's who waste time
   Writing jokes, riddles, and maybe a rhyme
   I cross my arms and I was waiting - but I was hating
   The rappers on the microphone was fronting - just faking
   They wasn't breakin', which means I was achin'
   To get up on the microphone and then start takin'
   Control of the mic - uptight when I grabbed it
   So hug the speaker- your ear's a magnet
   Attracted to a freestyle put in effect
   You listen to my man while you're sippin' Moet
   So Eric, pick up the needle (yeah) put it in the middle (ahhight)
   Give me a scratch, turn my Mic up a little,
   I want you to hear this perfectly clear
   Catch what I'm sayin'? You get the idea?
   I hope you knowledge the beginning cuz I'm finished this song
   The rhyme gets rougher as the rhyme flows on...