Eric B. , Rakim - My Melody lyrics

Turn up the bass, check out my melody
Hand out a cigar
I'm letting knowledge be born and
My name's the R
A-K-IM, not like the rest of them
I'm not on a list that's what I'm saying
I drop science like a scientist
My melody's in a code, the very next episode
Has the mic often distorting
Ready to explode
I keep the mic at Fahrenheit
Freeze emcees and make 'em colder
The listener's system is kickin' like solar
As I memorize, advertise like a poet
Keep you going when I'm
Flowing, smooth enough, you know it
But rough, that's why the mural on my
Story I tell will be
Nobody beats the R, check out my melody

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So what? I'm a microphone fiend
Addicted soon as I seen
One of these four emcees so
They don't have to scream
I couldn't wait to take the mic
Blow into it to test
Then let my melody play
Then the record suggest
That I'm dropping bombs
But I stay peace and calm
Any MC that disagree with me, wave your arm
And I'll break, when I'm through breaking
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
Whether playing ball or bobbing in the hall
Or just writing my name in
Graffiti on the wall
They shouldn't have told me you
Said you control me
So now a contest is what you owe me
Pull out your money, pull out your cut
Pull up a chair 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
A repetition of words
Just check out my melody
Some bass and treble is moist
Scratching and cutting a voice
And when it's mine that's when
The rhyme is always choice
I wouldn't have came to set my name
And run the same weak sh
Putting blurs 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
Rock from party to party, backyard to yard
Now tear it up, y'all
And bless the mic for the gods

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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 rocking
Mind no introduction
'Til I finish dropping science
No interruption
When I approach, I exercise like a coach
Using a melody and add numerous notes
And with the mic and the R-A-K-IM
It's attached, like a match
I will strike again
Rhymes are poetically kept
And alphabetically stepped
Put in a order to proceed with the momentum
Except i say one rhyme out of order
A longer rhyme shorter
Or pause, but don't stop the tape recorder

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I'm not a regular competitor
First rhyme editor
Melody arranger, poet, et cetera
Extra events, the grand finale like bonus
I am the man they call the microphonist
With wisdom
Which means wise words being spoken
Too many at one time
Watch the mic start smoking
I came to express the rap I manifest
Stand in my way and I'll veto
All the word's protest
Emcees that wanna be best, they're gonna
Be dissed if they don't get from in front of
All they can go get is me a glass of Moët
A hard time
Sip your juice and watch a smooth poet
I take seven emcees put 'em in a line
And add seven more brothers who
Think they can rhyme
Well, it'll take seven more before
I go for mine
Now that's twenty-one emcees ate up
At the same time easy does it, do it easy
That's what I'm doing
No fessing, no messing around, no chewing
No robbing or buying, biting, why borrow?
This slob will stop trying
Fighting to follow
My unusual style will confuse you a while
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 sucker duck emcee out there
'Cause my strategy has to be tragedy
Catastrophe
And after this you'll call me your majesty
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Eric B

Marley Marl synthesized it, I memorized it
Eric B made a cut and advertised it
My melody's created for emcees in the place
They try to listen 'cause I'm dissin' them
So pick up your face
You broke your neck as you
Try to detect my pace
Now you're druggin', almost buggin'
Off my rhyme, like bass
The melody that I'm styling
Smooth as a violin rough enough to break New
York from Long Island
My wisdom is swift, no matter if
My momentum is slow, emcees still stand stiff
I'm genuine like leather
Inclined to be clever
You say you beat the R, I'll say, "Oh, never"
So Eric B cut it easily and
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