| Verse one:
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| Standing by the speaker, suddenly I had this
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| Fever, was it me or either summer madness
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| Cuz I just can’t stand around
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| So I get closer and the closer I get, the better it sound
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| My mind starts to activate, rhymes collaborate
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| Cuz When i heard the beat, I just had to make
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| Something from the top of my head
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| So I fell into the groove of the wax and I said
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| How could I move the crowd
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| First of all, ain’t no mistakes allowed
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| Here’s the instruction, put it together
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| It simple ain’t it but quite clever
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| Some of you been trying to write rhymes for years
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| But weak ideas irritate my ears
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| Is this the best that you can make?
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| Cuz if not and you got more, I’ll wait
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| But don’t make me wait too long coz I’m a move on The dancefloor when they put something smooth on So turn up the bass, it’s better when it’s loud
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| Cuz I like to move the crowd
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| Move the crowd…
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| Verse two:
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| Imagine me wit the heat that’s made by solar,
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| It gets stronger everytime I hold a Microphone, check the tone to get started
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| The line for the microphone is departed
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| So leave it up to me, my DJ is mixing
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| Everyone is moving or eager to listen
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| Your hands in the air, your mouth, shut!
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| Cuz I’m on the mic and Eric B is on the cut
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| For those that know me, indeed I like to flow
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| Especially when the music’s going slow
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| It gives me a chance to let everybody know
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| It’s time to bust out the Rakim show
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| I’m the intelligent wise on the mic I will rise
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| Right in front of your eyes cuz I am a surprise
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| So I’ma let my knowledge be born to a perfection
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| All praise due to Allah and that’s a blessing
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| Wit knowledge of self, there’s nothing I can’t solve
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| At 360 degrees, I revolve
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| This is actual fact, it’s not an act, it’s been proven,
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| Indeed and I proceed to make the crowd keep moving
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| Move the crowd… |