| I’m designed to blow, my mind’s inclined to flow
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| Yo, my M.O., makin all kind of dough
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| From the info that Rakim show, y’know?
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| Yes yes y’all, I still fiend by any means
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| to flow, and I go through extremes don’t intervene
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| My adventures show like a three dimensional screen
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| Cause I mention many things and I’m presentin many scenes
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| Guess I’m telegraphic, motions energentic
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| Better tell em forget it, cause I’m telekinetic
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| Crowds is screamin, I choke the mic and keep squeezin
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| Styles seemin like I used a thousand words without breathin
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| Bustin techs like Russian Roulette I doubt you win
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| Freestyles like hand grenades without the pin
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| Composin, then leave the mic full of corrosion
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| Don’t test this, or best to expects this explosion
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| At shows I spit flows with seven deadly venoms
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| Killin syllables with poisonous synonyms in em
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| Ideas is blowin, mics is blowin
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| from what I’m showin, see it, I keep it goin when I’m flowin
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| When I’m flowin, theoretically speakin like a drummer
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| I take you through the streets to the parks in the summer
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| or illustrate, a time and place you never been in
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| and make you focus on the future after seein the beginning
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| And my style wilds, like Miles on the trumpet
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| Volume dial was kind of low, need to pump it
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| Up another notch turn the dial til it stops
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| More watts you got, more things to watch
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| Third eye’s wide open, you’re focused on the theory
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| Keep scopin til you hear me, words is spoken clearly
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| It’s no smokescreens on the scenes that I’m showin
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| Man I keep it goin, damn I keep it flowin
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| Two pages cause panic, freestyles is frantic
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| Thoughts is organic, flow is aerodynamic
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| Mic is volcanic, rhymes spread across the planet
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| I send out the scribe now the vibes gigantic
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| Now, I’m internationally known, mental capacities blown
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| I hope your microphone’s accident prone
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| Raw footage is shown, but only showin scenes of my own
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| Leavin your periphereal vision in a zone
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| But not the twilight, from the insight that I write
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| and recite, in my mic’ll be bright, cause I like
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| the night glowin, it’s out of sight when I’m showin
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| Man I keep it goin, damn I keep it flowin
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| Yo, accurate tactics «Make Em Clap to This»
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| When I «Move the Crowd», my «Rhythm"still don’t miss
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| Breeze through melodies cause «It's Been A Long Time»
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| My «Lyrics"is «Fury"and rappers hate to hear me rhyme
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| Every antidote that I «e, is «No Joke»
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| Nobody’s smilin «In The Ghetto"from the notes I wrote
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| My high techniques wreck and disrepect beats
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| Have you «Follow-in The Leader"up and down the streets
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| So «Kick Along"as I rip a song with pull
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| As the rhyme goes on I get «Paid In Full»
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| It’s Rakim, I’m indicatin rhymes for the showin
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| Check it out y’all, I keep it goin when I’m flowin
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| Straight up, Rakim Allah the Fiend of the Microphone still flowin
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| You know? |
| One love to comin through your livin room soon, straight up
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| , one love
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| The whole tri-state, one love
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| Rakim Allah baby, y’know?
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| It’s on, what, check it out y’all, check it out |