[Rakim] Aiyyo.. what's goin on? The Mic Lebanon Teflon Don.. I'm back baby The year of the 9's and I'ma have to make these motherfuckers a offer they can't refuse Y'know?
Ha, what's goin on? Yo c'mon, you know it's on I wrote a song, test my flow on the Autobahn Make sure the force is right, I floss all night Get off the mic it'll smoke like an exhaust pipe Keep em in the lie-bury, studyin my theory Ra theory get translated in Swahili From the lands as far as Zanzibar they understand the R, the man Allah It's obvious why the copiers, they copy this soon as my data processes Y2K they floppy disk Now who the hottest is? How can it not be this? Baby who the cockiest? Papi is? Gracias Aiyyo, this be so, magnifico Even my, typical, style difficult Make a crowd go wild when I rip a show Better stand back, this'll blow, you didn't know?
[Chorus: Rakim] They show me love when I'm come through Yo any club that I come to I hit a microphone check one two and they know what I wanna do - flow forever
[Rakim] You ever witness rapport like this before? It's cause y'all kiss the floor, say Bismillah It's the chosen one, with the golden tongue Flow for the old and young when I'm holdin one In the front row sitty, we show no pity where kids get jiggy and girls are so pretty The Wanderer, back from Casablanca to stomp all, what next for Ra the Conqueror So let's go, the best show will explode No dress codes, they just pose in they best clothes Girls get exposed when I show my rap expo Will there be a next episode? I guess so Those that halved out, wanted to have clout What they mad about? Must be a cash route MC's switch they style from they last bout and I bet soon as they hear this they spaz out
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[Rakim] Wherever Rakim go, it's the God temple It's simple, my M.O., no problemo Been all over the map, even know where Hell is at I did the welcome mat, and then welcome back My flow is raw, they treat me like Mr. Know-it-All They want me to show em all my brand new protocol Excuse-a-moi, I make a move for Ra You ain't soupin Ra, save the hoop-a-la Let me find out you rhymed out designed out Pullin dimes out then climb out, for time out I'm at the free throw, playin ball, or cee-lo, I keep dough Reloaded like Carlito, incognito I be so, low key, women get nosy I do a show they wanna go see to get to know me in the front row seat they cosy thinkin I'm givin them the bo-bo-bee until they O.D.
[Chorus x4]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
