My Melody

[Verse 1] 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-I-M 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 moral of my story I tell will be Nobody beats the R, check out my melody [Verse 2] So what, I'm a microphone fiend, addicted soon as I sing 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 emcee 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, and I'mma 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, scratching and cutting a voice And when it's mine, that's when the rhyme is always choice I wouldn't have come to say my name and run the same weak shit 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 [Verse 3] 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-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 Or pause, but don't stop the tape recorder [Verse 4] 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 of 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 Moet A hard time, sip your juice and watch a smooth poet I take 7 emcees put 'em in a line And add 7 more brothers who think they can rhyme Well, it'll take 7 more before I go for mine Now that's 21 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 My melody [Verse 5] 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 Shook off your neck as you try to detect my pace Now you're buggin', almost doggin' 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 Emcees you beat the R, I'll say "oh never" So Eric B, cut it easily, and Check out my melody