It's The R lyrics

Song information

Artist: Rakim
Album: The Master

Lyrics

(Scratch chours)
The r
Rakim's on the mic, like this, mic check
The r
Rakim's on the mic, like this, mic check
The r
Rakim's on the mic, like this, mic check
The r
Rakim's on the mic, like this, mic check

(1St verse)
Aye yo it's mr. low-key you need to go see
The host by far a mostly o.t., with a brand new show but
You know how the flow be
Cause when I swerve, you observe it closely
If you smoke trees, smoke more than an o-z
Mix any kind of dope with me, you o-d
You get the c-d, l-p c.o.d
Poetry cause you to fully load the v
Drop place to place be crazy over me
Even different nationalities, over seas
Whoever do a don't emcee, you know me. g-o-d
She know she d-o-e, so show me
Even with no jewelry she call me goldie
Like a jacuzzi she overheat an o-g
Like sushi swimin' in a open sea. I'm comin'

(Chorus 2x):
The r, rakim's on the mic
From the r, the a to the k.i.m
The most popular demanded, rap classic
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am

(2Nd verse)
She said it's the same since I came and rained it's still hard
You can stimulate the brain, feel the god
It's hard to go against the grain, it's real large
Drive'em insane leave dames in silk bras
Once filled cups spill,just to spill that bars
What's the deal kids with hennessey grills they feel charged
And you know what time it is? it's still ra's
When I do a show real far they steal cars
Stages of battle field reveal your scars
Train hard, cause this is a game with ill squads
Play with pain and gain a couple of yards
And if you know the drill, you can deal the cards
And appeal to broads with jobs and ov-e-ods
Body parts like buns of steel and spa's
Then we can kick tha blahzay blah, smoke a cigar
While I get ma-na-massage
I'm comin'

(Chorus 1x)
Rakim is on the mic, rakim is on the mic, rakim is on
Im the most popular demanded, rap classic

(3Rd verse)
From the inner city to the suburbs, the street poet
The most jiggiest kid with words, and peeps know it
They've read about it and heard, plus t.v. show it
So how do I reserve my swerve? I low pro it
Now there eager to know just how deep the flow get
I don't know yet, sometime the flow be so wet
Spit a tech that will effect quicker than moet
Or high as anything you smoke yet, go ahead roll it
Any microphone I hold, my heat blow it
My emo is make more doe till I can't fold it
Anything I see or touch, I wanna own it
Drop a jewel in baby girl ear, now she my co-ed
I re-load it, she keep the candy coated
And when she throw it, sometime she can't control it
She tell me she about to blow at any moment
Well go ahead baby I can't hold it. I'm comin'

(Chorus till end, various scratch versions of chorus)

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

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