God MC Look what yall made me do [Hook Rakim] It dont matter if I aint on the page you want Tell me what you want, I give it to you the way you want Show you how to flow and how to flip any phrase you want You just keep your eye on me I show you how to emcee If its swag or the lyric display you want Tell me what you want, I give it to you the way you want Show you how to throw and how to rip any stage you want I can show you how to emcee Like you got a degree [Verse 1 Rakim] This is your Quran or Bible To be a true MC, icon and idol The contents you put in your songs are vital Like training for the UFC you want a title Slam thoughts on the canvas, flip em and pin em Metaphors and similes with synonyms in em Spit heat around the town, the more you get it heard Till you spit at least 3000 miles before it hit a curve Then flaunt your rhymes in your rap pages Wordplay to punchlines and catchphrases Deep sport for players and ballers, new game Street talk straight off the corners, new slang I got heat for crowds for those that pursue it Spitters, I show you flow till your vocals are through it From social to freestyle, just focus into it If you a G, Ill show you how the Coppola do it [Hook] [Verse 2 Rakim] Forever sick like catchin AIDS is In a class for greatness for matchin phrases My predicates last for pages Every letter fit, trendsetter like fashion statements Recruits get a shine and they hope forever I wrote some of the illest rhymes ever put together Soon as I make em rappers take em Analyze em for days and paraphrase em Im back, hiphoppersll back my scripts and documents Raps hit the block, its a wrap, its the apocalypse The hood give my rap flow names Like 911 and crack cocaine I hit the building, it get hotter in em Its like birds, most rappers dont know how to flip em I gotta hip em, get hop and show em how to spit em I bust a rhyme and I school em for free, I scholarship em [Hook] [Bridge Tracey Horton] Competition know the deal, youre not ready now Because youre dealin with the R, know how its goin down This is it, if you so sick, where your skills at? No sir, ghostwriter, you can kill that [Verse 3 Rakim] Its hard, this intricate flippin it isnt it bars is infinite So Ra deliver it far different Part lyricist, part instrument Start spittin it the more articulate yall rhythms get Till every syllable you drop it pivotal If its not original its not as memorable Ill lyrical till youre so popular they sick of you Pandemical threat, level 5, its critical Kill em off with a word like euthanasia Till it spread to the youth in Asia In the booth Im major, my musics monumental, Im a mogul You wanna make sense? Imma show you You gotta put your life in them lines Make the deaf hear, give sight to the blind Make your flow tighter, brightest designs So if the mic is your grind then bitings a crime Especially if a ghostwriters writin your rhymes
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