Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Once Upon a Rhyme, artist - Rakim. Date of issue: 07.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Once Upon a Rhyme |
| Once upon a rhyme, the time late 60s, dark age of history |
| Murders and mysteries, the future was misty |
| Needles were shot down and crime was risky |
| Yo check this party and stick with me |
| Race brutality because of my nationality |
| And this is what they call reality |
| From that state of mind and at that date and time |
| I was born inclined and waiting to shine |
| Once upon a rhyme |
| Once upon a time not long ago |
| Once upon a time not long ago |
| The beginning, the scenery sets in New York |
| With times are hard and streets ain’t easy to walk |
| Crimes is underrated, neighborhoods overpopulated |
| Competition gets complicated, some can’t take it |
| My place of rest in the city that never sleeps |
| To compete it gets deep I learn to play for keeps |
| And hawk the sidewalk, dominate the court |
| I’m nice in all sports, was taught with high thoughts |
| Then came an Africans and knew where it was at |
| Spreadin' across the map with no time flat |
| They said this kid name Herc started spinning records back |
| Had to look into that then get it down pat |
| First I do research it’s gonna take time |
| Me and my crew is hittin' all the parties we could find |
| Waitin' for the day where I could go for mine |
| But later dates await down the line |
| Once upon a rhyme |
| Once upon a time not long ago |
| Once upon a time not long ago |
| Many shall come but only few get the plot off the top |
| You gotta be hip to hop and get visual |
| With musical forms, lyrical pictures from city slickers |
| Beats getting blast by ass kickers |
| It was the pioneers with all kinda ideas |
| Trade will shift to higher gears over the years |
| Some get left in the dust by the thrust |
| If rhymes won’t bust with a mic full of rust |
| DJs, get your fingers musically amputated |
| You can’t touch a jam if the next man slayed it |
| Battle at the center, I’m too young too enter |
| We cool outside, even in the winter |
| We have a good time with the people on line |
| And party time seem like the neighborhood shine |
| But I get vexed when I can’t get mine |
| But later dates await down the line |
| Once upon a rhyme |
| Once upon a time not long ago |
| Once upon a time not long ago |
| I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet |
| I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet |
| Through the times my rhymes got longer |
| Mind got stronger, wonder I’d ever be a performer |
| My blood starts to boil I could heat up the party for you |
| Girls wanna rub me and my mic down with oil |
| Rappers started coming out the woodwork |
| A neighborhood expert, we ready for trouble and stay alert |
| Days got close til my debut got recruited to a crew |
| Now I could do the things I always wanted to |
| Code red I inherited, many ways to say the unsaid |
| Born with three 7's in my head |
| Blessed it, destined to be one of the best and |
| Anything I find interesting yeah no question |
| A swift kid I get lifted by the mind |
| Gifted skills exist to be on my prime |
| Combined with all kinds of designs which is mine |
| Its showtimes await down the line |
| Once upon a rhyme |
| Once upon a time not long ago |
| Once upon a time not long ago |