my melody

Lyrics

turn up the bass, check out my melody, hand out a cigar, i'm lettin knowledge be born, and my name's the r, a-k-i-m, not like the rest of them, i'm not on a list, that's what i'm sayin, i drop science like a scientist, my melody's in a code, the very next episode, has the mic often distortin', ready to explode, i keep the mic at fahrenheit, freeze mc's to make 'em colder, the listener's system is kickin' like solar, as i memorize, advertise, like a poet, keep you goin' when i'm flowin', smooth enough, you know with the rough, that's why the moral of my story i tell'll be, nobody beats the r, check out my melody, so what, i'm a microphone fiend addicted soon as i seen, one of these four mc's so they don't have to scream, i couldn't wait to take the mic, flow into it to test it, let 'my melody' play, then a record suggest it, i'm droppin bombs, but i stay peace and calm, any mc that disagree with me wave your arm, and i'll break, when i'm through breakin' i'll leave you broke, drop the mic when i'm finished and watch it smoke, so stand back, you wanna rap? all of that can wait, i won't push, i won't beat around the bush, i wanna break upon those who are not supposed to, you might try but you can't get close to, because i'm number one, competition is none, i'm measured with the heat that's made by sun, 'cause i'm playin ball or bobbin' in the hall, or just writin my name in graffiti on the wall, you shouldn't have told me you said you controlled me, so now a contest is what you owe me, pull out your money, pull out your cut, pull up a chair, and i'm a tear shit up, my name is rakim allah, and r and a stands for ra, switch it around, it still comes out r, so easily will i e-m-c-e-e, my repetition of words is check out my melody, some bass and treble is moist, scratch in and cut in a voice, and when it's mine that's when the rhyme is always choice, i wouldn't a came and said my name and run same weak shit, puttin' blurbs and slurs and words that don't fit, in a rhyme, why waste time on the microphone, i take this more serious than just a poem, rockin party to party, backyard to yard, i tear it up, y'all, and bless the mic for the gods, the rhyme is rugged, at the same time sharp, i can swing off anything even a string of a harp, just turn it on and start rockin, mine, no introduction, 'til i finish droppin science, no interruption, when i approach i exercise like a coach, usin' a melody and add new verse and notes, so when the mic and the r-a-k-i-m, it's attached, like a match i will strike again, rhymes are poetically kept and alphabetically stepped, put in a order to pursue with the momentum except, i say one rhyme out of order, a longer rhyme shorter, a pause, but don't stop the tape recorder, i'm not a regular competitor, first rhyme editor, melody arranger, poet, etcetera, extra event, the grand finale-like bonus, i am the man they call the microphonist, with wisdom, which means wise words bein' spoken, too many at one time watch the mic start smokin', i came to express the rap i manifest, stand in my way and i'll veto on the word's protest, mc's that wanna be vissed, they're gonna, be dissed if they don't get from in fronta, all they can go get is me a glass of moet, a hard time, sip your juice and watch a smooth poet, i take 7 mc's put 'em in a line, and add 7 more brothas who think they can rhyme, well, it'll take 7 more before i go for mine, now that's 21 mc's ate up at the same time, easy does it, do it easy, that's what i'm doin', no fessin', no messin' around, no chewin', no robbin', no buyin', bitin', why bother, this slob'll stop tryin', fightin' to follow, my unusual style will confuse you a while, and if i was water, i'd flow in the nile, so many rhymes you won't have time to go for yours, just because of applause i have to pause, right after tonight is when i prepare, to catch another sucka duck mc out there, 'cause my strategy has to be tragedy, catastrophe, and after this you'll call me your majesty, my melody, yes, my melody, eric b. marley marl synthesized it, i memorize it, eric b. made a cut and advertised it, my melody's created for mc's in the place, they try to listen cuz i'm dissin them so pick up your face, shook off your neck cuz you try to detect my pace, now you're buggin', almost doggin' off my rhyme-like bass, the melody that i'm stylin', smooth as a violin, rough enough to break new york from long island, my wisdom is swift, no matter if, my momentum is slow, mc's still stand stiff, i'm genuine like leather - reclined to be clever, mc, you'll beat the r, i'll say "oh never", so eric b. cut it easily and, check out my melody.