Heat It Up Lyrics - Singles - Rakim

(Take that microphone from that kid and heat it up) 

I keep the mic hot, I heat it up kid 

I keep the mic hot, I heat it up (x2) 

Mic check y'all 

Then throw it to the floor 

The crowd wanted more so I came in the door 

The great Rakim, papermates to the pen 

Knowledge is born and the light strikes again 

Elements burst and gave birth to the first 

Get the pen from the nurse and hook the mic up first 

When it absolutely positively has to be there on time 

I deliver a rhyme 

The heckler of hip hop, hop to this one 

I got more kid, they hate to miss one 

Style got jazz and the crowd's out of control 

Cause I've got the mic and I've got the soul 

New York's own microphone technician 

Thoughts'll give 'em visions 

Style'll make you listen 

Devastates the ear, my opponents can't see me 

I gave 'em directions, but wrote it in graffiti 

But they wanna know my m.o. ease back though 

They want the exact flow, then study my steelo 

Sketch the skit, but they still can't see what I did 

I heat the mic up kid 

I keep the mic hot, I heat it up kid 

I keep the mic hot, I heat it up (x4) 

Then I explode with a song with a original form 

Or I'll perform it at high mode, they want the code 

Destroyed the blueprints and documents and hits 

Crews been, um, looking for clues ever since 

Beats start brewing up, rhymes is rough 

Stages and microphones self-destruct 

And when you thought you had the format down pat 

You get kicked back to the doormat with that 

Cause I've got a high tech style with know-how 

Select the file watch the crowd go wild 

Bad beats to bless the females' finesse 

Points shot stress causing cardiac arrest 

Mics too hot for you to told in your hands 

Now they sell 'em with fifteen fans and mic stands 

Mine still overheats, if you touch it you can see what I did 

I heat the mic up kid 

I keep the mic hot, I heat it up kid 

I keep the mic hot, I heat it up (x4) 

If his opponents'll run a rap, tell 'em ease back 

I've got a knapsack with hip hop attacks 

Stacks of artifacts, formats in the act 

Tracks after macs, and you can't relax 

Rakim's equipped with penmanship 

Left my penmate, I could graduate from Penn State 

I could take any trade and make a high grade 

Even get extra credit when the rhyme's displayed 

As soon as I manifest, they cheat off my test 

Surround my desk and then stress the progress 

But they miss the point, forget the skit 

I'll bust your lip if you rip the script 

Brother's ain't cool and I'mma smoke up the room 

And I've got a crew called the last platoon 

Figure it out kid, problems coming 

Emcees are running cause I'm the gunman 

Extremely dangerous I bust rhymes into the crowd 

And watch 'em all scream out loud 

Aw man, and then I slam like a batteram 

Ra got the plan with your favorite jam 

I keep the mic hot, I heat it up kid 

I keep the mic hot, I heat it up (x4) 

The last platoon 

Rakim 

You know what I mean? 

And I'm out