Now and then there's a fool such as I. . Pardon me, if I'm sentimental when we say goodbye. Don't be angry with me, should I cry?. When you're gone yet I dream a little dream as years go by.
yeah. (it don't stop). yeah. check it out. (it don't stop). come on. . CHORUS. we love to flirt. to chase the skirts. get to know who we are. girls in the park.
Yeah, it's the god Rakim. Word up, I'm blazin' this out to all my comrades. Ya na mean? From the slums of New York. To the gutters all over the world, this is for y'all.
Levantore. Yeah, it's just ghetto, kid test the devil to hit the next level. Wish they was a rebel with cerebral metal. Inflex the bezzle with the peddle to the metal.
Ahh. Ghetto music. Yo. Here we go. . And my name is Rakim. And my name is Rakim. And my name is Rakim. And my name is Rakim. And my name is Rakim, Rakim.
Kill him again. . Try to identify the man in front of ya. But it aint the role, the gear or the money, the. Swift intellectionist with plenty ya. Bite, if its dark Ill spark every one of ya.
What, uhh, yo. . Just when things seemed the same and the whole scene is lame. I come and reign with the unexplained, for the brains 'til things change.
One two. Yeah uhh yeah. Yeah it's the God baby. Long Island's own. Barbarian of the microphone. It's for y'all niggaz. . And the streets just a couple of miles East of Mecca.
Rakim... Clark Kent bring it on. . What you wanna say to make me stay awhile. What you wanna say to make me wanna stay. (repeat 2X). . Just me and my peeps we gettin buzzed, lookin for clubs.
Clark Kent bring it on. . What you wanna say to make me stay a while?. What you wanna say to make me wanna stay?. . What you wanna say to make me stay awhile?.
Remember that. . Turn the beat up I get lost in the mind. Come across the rhyme kick my feet up. Then I find myself in time I was on a train. Destination Marley Marl's domain.
Yeah. It's the paragraph ambassador. The wild style fashioner. It's the god Rakim, the master. Feel this. . (1st verse). This is that lost ass track off-the-rack kind of a track.
I was a fiend before I became a teen. I melted microphones instead of cones of ice cream. Music orientated so when hiphop was originated. Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated.
Me and Eric B was coolin' at the Paladium. Seen a all-world covered girl, I said 'Hey lady I'm. Sorry if You're in a rush - Don't let me hold ya up. Or interveen or interrupt, but.
I'm rated "R", this is a warning, you better void. Poets are paranoid, DJ's destroyed. 'Cuz I came back to attack others in spite. Strike like lightnin', it's quite frightenin'.
Let the rhythm hit 'em. . I'm the arsenal. I got artillery lyrics of ammo. Rounds of rhythm. Then I'm 'a give 'em piano. . Bring a bullet proof vest. Nothin' to ricochet.
Aiyyo, it's Mr. Low-key you need to go see. The host by far a mostly O.O.. With a brand new show but you know how the flow be. 'Cause when I swerve, you observe it closely.
If I lay low and let the day go, it'll slow my payroll. Aye yo, I'm a terrorize charge and slay shows. Ra slay flows go as far as the Barbados. On the turntable, sound like tornadoes.
What are you giving them back?. . Umm, I think what I'm givin'. Them back, man is, umm. What they been waitin' for. Yaknahmean? Umm. . Skills.
(Keep you goin' when i'm flowin' smooth enough). Yes Yes Y'all, i still fiend by any means a flow. and i go through extremes don't intervene. my adventures show like a three dimensional screen.