Turn up the bass, check out my melody, hand out a cigar
I`m lettin knowledge be born, and my name`s the R
A-k-i-m, not like the rest of them, I`m not on a list
That`s what I`m sayin, I drop science like a scientist
My melody`s in a code, the very next episode
Has the mic often distortin`, ready to explode
I keep the mic at Fahrenheit, freeze MC`s to make `em colder
The listener`s system is kickin` like solar
As I memorize, advertise, like a poet
Keep you goin` when I`m flowin`, smooth enough, you know with the rough
That`s why the moral of my story I tell`ll be
Nobody beats the R, check out my melody
So what, I`m a microphone fiend addicted soon as I seen
One of these four MC`s so they don`t have to scream
I couldn`t wait to take the mic, flow into it to test it,
Let `My Melody` play, then a record suggest it
I`m droppin bombs, but I stay peace and calm
Any MC that disagree with me wave your arm
And I`ll break, when I`m through breakin` I`ll leave you broke
Drop the mic when I`m finished and watch it smoke
So stand back, you wanna rap? All of that can wait
I won`t push, I won`t beat around the bush
I wanna break upon those who are not supposed to
You might try but you can`t get close to
Because I`m number one, competition is none
I`m measured with the heat that`s made by sun
`Cause I`m playin ball or bobbin` in the hall
Or just writin my name in graffiti on the wall
You shouldn`t have told me you said you controlled me
So now a contest is what you owe me
Pull out your money, pull out your cut
Pull up a chair, and I`m a tear shit up
My name is Rakim Allah, and R and A stands for Ra
Switch it around, it still comes out R
So easily will I e-m-c-e-e
My repetition of words is check out my melody
Some bass and treble is moist, scratch in and cut in a voice
And when it`s mine that`s when the rhyme is always choice
I wouldn`t a came and said my name and run same weak shit
Puttin` blurbs and slurs and words that don`t fit
In a rhyme, why waste time on the microphone
I take this more serious than just a poem
Rockin party to party, backyard to yard
I tear it up, y`all, and bless the mic for the gods
The rhyme is rugged, at the same time sharp
I can swing off anything even a string of a harp
Just turn it on and start rockin, mine, no introduction
`Til I finish droppin science, no interruption
When I approach I exercise like a coach
Usin` a melody and add new verse(?) and notes
So when the mic and the R-a-k-i-m
It`s attached, like a match I will strike again
Rhymes are poetically kept and alphabetically stepped
Put in a order to pursue with the momentum except
I say one rhyme out of order, a longer rhyme shorter,
A pause, but don`t stop the tape recorder
I`m not a regular competitor, first rhyme editor
Melody arranger, poet, etcetera
Extra event, the grand finale-like bonus
I am the man they call the microphonist
With wisdom, which means wise words bein` spoken
Too many at one time watch the mic start smokin`
I came to express the rap I manifest
Stand in my way and I`ll veto on the word`s protest
MC`s that wanna be vissed(?), they`re gonna
Be dissed if they don`t get from in fronta
All they can go get is me a glass of Moet
A hard time, sip your juice and watch a smooth poet
I take 7 MC`s put `em in a line
And add 7 more brothas who think they can rhyme
Well, it`ll take 7 more before I go for mine
Now that`s 21 MC`s ate up at the same time
Easy does it, do it easy, that`s what I`m doin`
No fessin`, no messin` around, no chewin`
No robbin`, no buyin`, bitin`, why bother
This slob`ll stop tryin`, fightin` to follow
My unusual style will confuse you a while
And if I was water, I`d flow in the Nile
So many rhymes you won`t have time to go for yours
Just because of applause I have to pause
Right after tonight is when I prepare
To catch another sucka duck MC out there
`Cause my strategy has to be tragedy, catastrophe
And after this you`ll call me your majesty
My melody
Yes, my melody
Eric B.
Marley Marl synthesized it, I memorize it
Eric B. made a cut and advertised it
My melody`s created for MC`s in the place
They try to listen cuz I`m dissin them so pick up your face
Shook off your neck cuz you try to detect my pace
Now you`re buggin`, almost doggin` off my rhyme-like bass
The melody that I`m stylin`, smooth as a violin
Rough enough to break New York from Long Island
My wisdom is swift, no matter if
My momentum is slow, MC`s still stand stiff
I`m genuine like leather - reclined to be clever
MC, you`ll beat the R, I`ll say "Oh never"
So Eric B., cut it easily and
check out my melody...
