Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song When I Be On Tha Mic , by - Rakim. Release date: 29.11.1999
Song language: English
When I Be On Tha Mic |
| Hardcore, real ill niggas |
| I’m internationally known when I be on the mic |
| Hardcore, real ill niggas |
| I’m internationally known, yo |
| Hardcore, real ill niggas |
| I’m internationally known when I be on the mic |
| Hardcore, real ill niggas |
| So all hail the honorable |
| It’s to my real ill niggas, heavyweight hitters |
| Dough-getters, fifty ways to make figures |
| My niggas that come on the spot to feel sisters |
| Like they hear real spitters and kids on the zigga-ziggas |
| When it’s ugly, then the club is lovely |
| Thugs be sippin' Hennessey and bubbly |
| To my comrades that keep it flamin' hot |
| On dangerous blocks, claimin' spots |
| Where the goal is to be one of the top-ranked soldiers |
| Forty-five holders, one of the high rollers |
| Get respect in the hood, credit is good |
| Knock it down lumberjack style, baby; |
| extra wood |
| Rock it all night long, the bang-a-thon, baby |
| Keep hangin' on, we like it with the lights on |
| Don’t have to blow twenty thou' to get to know honey’s style |
| Show her the town, steal her heart, no money down |
| Hardcore, real ill niggas |
| I’m internationally known when I be on the mic |
| Hardcore, real ill niggas |
| I’m internationally known, yo |
| Hardcore, real ill niggas |
| I’m internationally known when I be on the mic |
| Hardcore, real ill niggas |
| So all hail the honorable |
| How about some hardcore? |
| Yeah, we like it raw for sure |
| Broads on the floor, wall to wall |
| There’s more at the door, players ball to score |
| ‘Cause this right here is for all of y’all |
| Rakim and Premo; |
| yo, I got what you need, bro |
| You go see a show, smokin' El Niño |
| And DJ’s play hits with hard bass kicks |
| And then they display tricks like The Matrix |
| Make the record fly, undetected by the naked eye |
| So just feel the vibe, ‘cause your ears never lie |
| Nowadays DJ’s bags of tricks, graphic |
| On some behind-the-back shit, catch it and scratch it |
| Blast it, this kid got his craft mastered |
| Hands is mad quick like he mix with magic |
| Spin it back and forth and grab it |
| And know just where it is… there it is |
| Hardcore, real ill niggas |
| I’m internationally known when I be on the mic |
| Hardcore, real ill niggas |
| I’m internationally known, yo |
| Hardcore, real ill niggas |
| I’m internationally known when I be on the mic |
| Hardcore, real ill niggas |
| So all hail the honorable |
| To my elite peeps with the murderous mystiques |
| I hit the streets with beats and they critique for weeks |
| They be like: «How that kid Ra reach the peak?» |
| Pull out the heat and use my technique to speak |
| It’s dangerous, sit calm and explain to kids |
| What part of the game this is in foreign languages |
| They hold Ra’s events in different continents |
| Put my lyrical contents in monuments |
| In ghetto garments, I rock a towel like a pharaoh |
| Mind travel, design style like apparel |
| My fashions last long as a lifetime |
| ‘Cause I can see the future when the god write rhymes |
| They’re mad ‘cause I managed to reign so long |
| Like their chance to get money done came and gone |
| This is strictly for my listeners on the corners at night |
| And the sisters that be keepin' us right, when I be on the mic |
| Hardcore, real ill niggas |
| I’m internationally known when I be on the mic |
| Hardcore, real ill niggas |
| I’m internationally known, yo |
| Hardcore, real ill niggas |
| I’m internationally known when I be on the mic |
| Hardcore, real ill niggas |
| So all hail the honorable |