Yeah, yeah It's the return of the Wild Style fashionist Smashin hits, make it hard to adapt to this Put pizazz and jazz in this, and cash in this Mastered this, flash this and make em clap to this DJ's throw on cuts and obey the crowd Just pump the volume up, and play it loud Hip-Hop's embedded, before I said I wouldn't let it But me and the microphone is still magnetic Straight off the top, I knew I'd be forced to rock Dancefloors just stop, the spot's scorchin hot Hoping I open Rakim Allah seminars Massage at the bar smokin ten dollar cigars while I admire midas, with more vision than TV's I find it easy catchin diabetes from fly sweeties Sit back and wait to hear a slammin track Rockin jams by popular demand, I'm back
I control the crowd, you know I hold it down When it drop you know it's jiggy when you hear the sound From town to town, until it's world reknowned And I rock New York City all year around
Check it out It's on so you can swerve when it's heard in clubs Thought patterns displayed on Persian rugs Equations are drawn up in paisley form Mic it stay warm, my flow is Evian Deep as a Nautilus, you stay dipped in Ra style from the shores of Long Island to Panama Canal Intellect pitches new trends like a clothes designer I'm in effect, quicker than medicines in China Split the mic open fill it with somethin potent to go in and take a toke then, mental planes start floatin Hot science is smokin altitudes cause chokin Product is hypnotic you're soakin and still smokin Showin better scenes than grams of amphetamines Plans to scheme, means I'll forever fiend Long as the mic is loud and the volume is pumpin I'ma move crowds to 2000
I control the crowd, you know I hold it down When it drop you know it's jiggy when you hear the sound From town to town, until it's world reknowned And I rock New York City all year around
Yo, my rhymes and lyrics, find spirits like a seance Since fat Cray-ons, I write and display chaos My plan is damage, the diagram to where the jam I take advantage, until the crowd go bananas What a rush I hear cuts then I lust to touch Microphones get clutched by the illustrious Word spread I inherited, many ways to say the unsaid Born with three 7's in my head In time no one can seem to blow your mind as far as this To find you'll need philosophers and anthropologists Astrologists, professors from your smartest colleges with knowledge of scholarships, when Ra be droppin this Some of the things I know, will be in your next Bible When I die go bury me and my notebook in Cairo with the great God from Egypt manifest was write rhymes align with the stars, I come back to bless the mic
I control the crowd, you know I hold it down When it drop you know it's jiggy when you hear the sound From town to town, until it's world reknowned And I rock New York City all year around
~Once again, back is the incredible ~Rakim AllahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
