My Melody Letra

Verse One:Turn up the bass, check out my melody, hand out a cigarI'm lettin knowledge be born, and my name's the RA-k-i-m not like the rest of them, I'm not on a listThat's what I'm sayin, I drop science like a scientistMy melody's in a code, the very next episodeHas the mic often distortin, ready to explodeI keep the mic in Fahrenheit, freeze MC's and make em colderThe listener's system is kickin like solarAs I memorize, advertise, like a poetKeep you goin when I'm flowin, smooth enough, you know itBut rough that's why the middle of my story I tell E.B.Nobody beats the "R", check out my melody...Verse Two:So what if I'm a microphone fiend addicted soon as I singOne of these for MC's so they don't have to screamI couldn't wait to take the mic, flow into it to testThen let my melody play, and then the record suggestThat I'm droppin bombs, but I stay peace and calmAny MC that disagree with me just wave your armAnd I'll break, when I'm through breakin I'll leave you brokeDrop the mic when I'm finished and watch it smokeSo stand back, you wanna rap? All of that can waitI won't push, I won't beat around the bushI wanna break upon those who are not supposed toYou might try but you can't get close toBecause I'm number one, competition is noneI'm measured with the heat that's made by sunWhether playin ball or bobbin in the hallI just writin my name in graffiti on the wallYou shouldn't have told me you said you control meSo now a contest is what you owe mePull out your money, pull out your cutPull up a chair, and I'ma tear shit upMy name is Rakim Allah, and R & A stands for "Ra"Switch it around, but still comes out "R"So easily will I e-m-c-e-eMy repetition of words is "check out my melody"Some bass and treble is moist, scratchin and cuttin a voiceAnd when it's mine that's when the rhyme is always choiceI wouldn't have camet o ?set? my name ?around the? same weak shitPuttin blurs and slurs and words that don't fitIn a rhyme, why waste time on the microphoneI take this more serious than just a poemRockin party to party, backyard to yardNow tear it up, y'all, and bless the mic for the godsVerse Three:The rhyme is rugged, at the same time sharpI can swing off anything even a string of a harpJust turn it on and start rockin, mind no introductionTil I finish droppin science, no interruptionWhen I approach I exercise like a coachUsin a melody and add numerous notesWith the mic and the R-a-k-i-mIt's a task, like a match I will strike againRhymes are poetically kept and alphabetically steppedPut in order to pursue with the momentum exceptI say one rhyme and I order a longer rhyme shorterA pause, but don't stop the tape recorderVerse Four:I'm not a regular competitor, first rhyme editorMelody arranger, poet, etceteraExtra events, the grand finale like bonusI am the man they call the microphonistWith wisdom which means wise words bein spokenToo many at one time watch the mic start smokinI came to express the rap I manifestStand in my way and I'll lead a ??? words protestMC's that wanna be dissed they're gonnaBe dissed if they don't get from in frontaAll they can go get is me a glass of MoetA hard time, sip your juice and watch a smooth poetI take 7 MC's put em in a lineAnd add 7 more brothas who think they can rhymeWell, it'll take 7 more before I go for mineAnd that's 21 MC's ate up at the same timeEasy does it, do it easy, that's what I'm doinNo fessin, no messin around, no chewinNo robbin, no buyin, bitin, why botherThis slob'll stop tryin fightin to followMy unusual style will confuse you a whileIf I was water, I flow in the NileSo many rhymes you won't have time to go for your'sJust because of a cause I have to pauseRight after tonight is when I prepareTo catch another sucka duck MC out thereCos my strategy has to be tragedy, catastropheAnd after this you'll call me your majestyMy melody...Verse Five:Marley Marl synthesized it, I memorize itEric B made a cut and advertised itMy melody's created for MC's in the placeWho try to listen cos I'm dissin ????Take off your necklace, you try to detect my pace??Now? you're ?buggin? over ??? off my rhyme like bassThe melody that I'm stylin, smooth as a violinRough enough to break New York from Long IslandMy wisdom is swift, no matter ifMy momentum is slow, MC's still stand stiffI'm genuine like leather, don't try to be cleverMC's you'll beat the "R", I'll say "Oh never"So Eric B cut it easilyAnd check out my melody...