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I Know Lyrics - The Master - Rakim

Aye yo, who's the most explosive one yet? 

The a roundest one left 

Who flows express to them rhythm drum set ain't done yet? 

Flow like a trumpet to your eardrum are deaf 

Who pose a threat? 

Yo, who's more ferocious, none yet 

To the night damn set mic trends and life ends 

In sight, I see the whole world through a tight lens 

Rhymes I write wins and kept a white Benz 

Spend G's like hundreds and hundreds like tens 

 

I get paid, Black, but laid back with mild manners 

When I flip it's the opposite of dark Bruce Banner 

Out the lab with soul and melodies in your ear 

And just when it all seem clear I disappear 

All you gotta do is holler 

Reappear like vol-la the street scholar 

I'm 40 deep like Ali Baba 

Give the mamas somethin' to talk about in the beauty parlor 

Keep it hot like lava, yeah 

It's Rakim Allah 

 

I know you find it hard to believe that 

I am the genie of the mic an 

I can do anything you wish but 

Right now I'm commandin' you to dance 

 

Ready to dance y'all, my magic carpet's the dance floor 

Last chance y'all even if you can't ball 

What part don't you understand? Your wish is my command 

And I'm a rock a jam by popular demand 

You gone love this, it's marvelous, baby 

It gotta thug's twist, it start to get crazy 

It's off the meat rack, I can't keep my peeps back 

I speak raps and I freak tracks for these cats 

 

I got a fetish for puttin' together words and letters 

It ain't all about the cheddars and y'all know where my head is 

Ghetto scriptures for my little brothers and sisters 

And still get vicious for the thugs and the Misses 

What I don't do is talk about the same old thing 

When I come through, I drop it, and they gone swing 

I bring the ladies joy until' they make crazy noise 

'Cuz the beat's bangin', I'm born to blaze, baby boy 

 

I know, you find it hard to believe that 

I am the genie of the mic an 

I can do anything you wish but 

Right now I'm commanding you to dance 

 

I know, you find it hard to believe that 

I am the genie of the mic an 

I can do anything you wish but 

Right now I'm commanding you to dance 

 

The editor-forever more the predator, I said it all 

I spread a war, like never before 

Spit lead at yours like a ghetto Braud raw at a? 

She'll never pause with raw metaphors, I set it off 

But I just begun the best is yet to come 

Blessed with a majestic tongue since I was young 

But I was stressed for funds and obsessed with guns 

Test the one, let Allah protect your son 

 

'Cause somethin' musical magician, the ageiathic author 

The microphone magician when I have a magic marker, a mentor 

You can explore, every sentence is a tour 

The inventor is more than adventure 

You'll be blown away and a zone to play 

It's so ill, I still grab the microphone and say 

One of my own displays like I'm known to blaze 

And I bet rhyme pays until I'm old and gray 

 

I know you find it hard to believe that 

I am the genie of the mic an 

I can do anything you wish but 

Right now I'm commanding you to dance 

 

I know you find it hard to believe that 

I am the genie of the mic an 

I can do anything you wish but 

Right now I'm commanding you to dance 

 

I know you find it hard to believe that 

I am the genie of the mic an 

I can do anything you wish but 

Right now I'm commanding you to dance 

 

I know you find it hard to believe that 

I am the genie of the mic an 

I can do anything you wish but 

Right now I'm commanding you to dance 

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