When I Be On The Mic Lyrics - Rakim

Hardcore, real ill niggas 

Im internationally known 

When I be on the mic 

Hardcore, real ill niggas 

Im internationally known, yo 

Hardcore, real ill niggas 

Im internationally known 

When I be on the mic 

Hardcore, real ill niggas 

So all hail the honorable 

Its 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 its ugly, then the club is lovely 

Thugs be sipping Hennessey and bubbly 

To my comrades that keep it flaming hot 

On dangerous blocks, claiming 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 hanging on, we like it with the lights on 

Dont have to blow twenty thou to get to know honeys style 

Show her the town, steal her heart, no money down 

Hardcore, real ill niggas 

Im internationally known 

When I be on the mic 

How about some hardcore, yeah, we like it raw for sure 

Broads on the floor, wall to wall 

Theres more at the door, players ball to score 

Cause this right here is for all of yall 

Rakim and Primo, yo I got what you need bro 

You go see a show, smoke an' l, mean yo 

And deejays 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 deejays bags of tricks, graphic 

On some behind the back shit, catch it and scratch it 

Classic, 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 

Im internationally known 

When I be on the mic 

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 

Its dangerous, sit calm and explain to kids 

What part of the game this is and foreign languages 

They hold Ras 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 

Theyre mad 'cause I managed to reign so long 

Like their chance to make money done came and gone 

This is strictly for my listeners on the corners at night 

And the sisters that be keeping this right when I be on the mic 

Hardcore, real ill niggas 

Im internationally known 

When I be on the mic