| Turn up the bass, check out my melody, hand out a cigar
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| 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
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| That’s what I’m sayin, I drop science like a scientist
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| My melody’s in a code, the very next episode
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| Has the mic often distortin, ready to explode
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| I keep the mic in Fahrenheit, freeze MC’s and make em colder
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| The listener’s system is kickin like solar
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| As I memorize, advertise, like a poet
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| Keep you goin when I’m flowin, smooth enough, you know it But rough that’s why the middle of my story I tell E.B.
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| Nobody beats the «R», check out my melody…
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| Verse Two:
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| So what if I’m a microphone fiend addicted soon as I sing
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| One of these for MC’s so they don’t have to scream
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| I couldn’t wait to take the mic, flow into it to test
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| Then let my melody play, and then the record suggest
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| That I’m droppin bombs, but I stay peace and calm
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| Any MC that disagree with me just wave your arm
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| And I’ll break, when I’m through breakin I’ll leave you broke
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| Drop the mic when I’m finished and watch it smoke
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| So stand back, you wanna rap? |
| All of that can wait
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| I won’t push, I won’t beat around the bush
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| 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
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| I’m measured with the heat that’s made by sun
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| Whether playin ball or bobbin in the hall
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| I just writin my name in graffiti on the wall
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| You shouldn’t have told me you said you control me So now a contest is what you owe me Pull out your money, pull out your cut
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| Pull up a chair, and I’ma tear shit up My name is Rakim Allah, and R &A stands for «Ra»
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| Switch it around, but still comes out «R»
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| So easily will I e-m-c-e-e
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| My repetition of words is «check out my melody»
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| Some bass and treble is moist, scratchin and cuttin a voice
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| And when it’s mine that’s when the rhyme is always choice
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| I wouldn’t have came to? |
| set? |
| my name? |
| around the? |
| same weak shit
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| Puttin blurs and slurs and words that don’t fit
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| In a rhyme, why waste time on the microphone
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| I take this more serious than just a poem
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| Rockin party to party, backyard to yard
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| Now tear it up, y’all, and bless the mic for the gods
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| Verse Three:
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| The rhyme is rugged, at the same time sharp
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| I can swing off anything even a string of a harp
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| Just turn it on and start rockin, mind no introduction
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| Til I finish droppin science, no interruption
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| When I approach I exercise like a coach
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| Usin a melody and add numerous notes
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| With the mic and the R-a-k-i-m
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| It’s a task, like a match I will strike again
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| Rhymes are poetically kept and alphabetically stepped
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| Put in order to pursue with the momentum except
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| I say one rhyme and I order a longer rhyme shorter
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| A pause, but don’t stop the tape recorder
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| Verse Four:
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| I’m not a regular competitor, first rhyme editor
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| Melody arranger, poet, etcetera
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| Extra events, the grand finale like bonus
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| I am the man they call the microphonist
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| With wisdom which means wise words bein spoken
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| Too many at one time watch the mic start smokin
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| I came to express the rap I manifest
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| Stand in my way and I’ll lead a ??? |
| words protest
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| MC’s that wanna be dissed they’re gonna
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| Be dissed if they don’t get from in fronta
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| All they can go get is me a glass of Moet
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| A hard time, sip your juice and watch a smooth poet
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| I take 7 MC’s put em in a line
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| And add 7 more brothas who think they can rhyme
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| Well, it’ll take 7 more before I go for mine
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| And that’s 21 MC’s ate up at the same time
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| Easy does it, do it easy, that’s what I’m doin
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| No fessin, no messin around, no chewin
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| No robbin, no buyin, bitin, why bother
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| This slob’ll stop tryin fightin to follow
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| My unusual style will confuse you a while
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| If I was water, I flow in the Nile
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| So many rhymes you won’t have time to go for your’s
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| Just because of a cause I have to pause
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| Right after tonight is when I prepare
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| To catch another sucka duck MC out there
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| Cos my strategy has to be tragedy, catastrophe
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| And after this you’ll call me your majesty
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| My melody…
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| Verse Five:
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| 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
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| Who try to listen cos I’m dissin ???
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| ?Take off your necklace, you try to detect my pace?
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| ?Now? |
| you’re ?buggin? |
| over ??? |
| off my rhyme like bass
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| The melody that I’m stylin, smooth as a violin
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| Rough enough to break New York from Long Island
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| My wisdom is swift, no matter if My momentum is slow, MC’s still stand stiff
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| I’m genuine like leather, don’t try to be clever
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| MC’s you’ll beat the «R», I’ll say «Oh never»
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| So Eric B cut it easily
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| And check out my melody… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Melody , by - Eric B.. Song from the album Gold, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп