| Get in the flow — and you can picture like a photo
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| Music mixed mellow maintains to make
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| Melodies for mc’s motivates the breaks
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| I’m everlastin, I can go on for days and days
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| With rhyme displays that engrave deep as x-rays
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| I can take a phrase that’s rarely heard, flip it Now it’s a daily word
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| I can get iller than 'nam, a killin bomb
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| But no alarm — rakim will remain calm
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| Self-esteem make me super superb and supreme
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| But for a microphone still I fiend
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| This was a tape I wasn’t supposed to break
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| I was supposed to wait, but let’s motivate
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| I want to see who can keep followin and swallowin
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| Takin the making, bitin it and borrowin
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| Brothers tried and others died to get the formula
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| But i’ma let ya sweat — you still ain’t warm
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| You a step away from frozen, stiff as if ya posin
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| Dig into my brain as the rhyme gets chosen
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| So follow me and were ya thinkin' you were first?
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| Let’s travel at magnificent speeds around the universe
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| What could ya say as the earth gets further and further away
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| Planets are small as balls of clay
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| Astray into the milky way — world’s outasight
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| Far as the eye can see — not even a satellite
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| Now stop and turn around and look
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| As ya stare in the darkness, ya knowledge is took!
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| So keep starin soon ya suddenly see a star
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| You better follow it cause it’s the r This is a lesson if ya guessin and if ya borrowin
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| Hurry hurry step right up and keep followin
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| The leader
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| Verse two:
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| This is a lifetime mission, vision of prison
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| Aight listen
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| In this journey you’re the journal I’m the journalist
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| Am I eternal? |
| or an eternalist?
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| I’m about to flow long as I can possibly go Keep ya movin cause the crowd said so Dance — cuts rip ya pants
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| Eric b on the blades, bleedin to death — call the ambulance
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| Pull out my weapon and start to squeeze
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| A magnum as a microphone murderin' mc’s
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| Let’s quote a rhyme from a record I wrote
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| (follow the leader) yeah — dope
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| Cause everytime I stop it seems ya stuck
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| Soon as ya try to step off ya self-destruct
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| I came to overcome before I’m gone
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| By showin and provin and lettin knowledge be born
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| Then after that I’ll live forever — you disagree?
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| You say never? |
| then follow me!
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| From century to century you’ll remember me In history — not a mystery or a memory
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| God by nature, mind raised in asia
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| Since you was tricked, I have to raise ya From the cradle to the grave, but remember
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| You’re not a slave
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| Cause we was put here to be much more than that
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| But we couldn’t see it because our mind was trapped
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| But I’m here to break away the chains, take away the pains
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| Remake the brains, reveal my name
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| I guess nobody told you a little knowledge is dangerous
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| It can’t be mixed, diluted; |
| it can’t be changed or switched
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| Here’s a lesson if ya guessing and borrowing
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| Hurry hurry, step right up and keep following
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| The leader
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| Verse three:
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| A furified freestyle, lyrics of fury
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| My third eye makes me shine like jewelry
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| You’re just a rent-a-rapper, your rhymes are minute-maid
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| I’ll be here when it fade to watch you flip like a renegade
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| I can’t wait to break and eliminate
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| On every traitor or snake — so stay awake
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| And follow and follow, because the tempo’s a trail
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| The stage is a cage, the mic is a third rail
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| I’m rakim the fiend of a microphone
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| I’m not him, so leave my mic alone
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| Soon as the beat is felt, I’m ready to go So fasten your seatbelt, cause I’m about to flow
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| No need to speed slow down to let the leader lead
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| Word to daddy, indeed!
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| The r’s a rollin stone, so I’m rollin
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| Directions is told, then the rhymes are stolen
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| Stop buggin', a brother said, dig em, I never dug 'em
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| He couldn’t follow the leader long enough so I drug 'em
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| Into danger zone, he should arrange his own
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| Face it, it’s basic, erase it, change ya tone
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| There’s one r in the alphabet
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| It’s a one-letter word and it’s about to get
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| More complex from one rhyme to the next
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| Eric b be easy on the flex
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| I’ve been from state to state, followers tailgate
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| Keep comin but you came too late, but I’ll wait
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| So back up, regroup, get a grip, come equipped
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| You’re the next contestant — clap ya hands, you won a trip!
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| The price is right — don’t make a deal too soon
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| How many notes could you name this tune?
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| Follow the leader is the title, theme, task
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| Now ya know, you don’t have to ask
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| Rap is rhythm and poetry, cuts create sound effects
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| You might catch up if you follow the records e. |
| wrecks
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| Until then keep eatin and swallowin
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| You better take a deep breath and keep followin
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| The leader. |