Yes yes y'all, check it out y'all (repeat 2X)
  
   Chorus: Rakim
  
   (Yo) I find a show, rhyme til it's time to go
   I'm designed to blow, my mind's inclined to flow
   Yo, my M.O., makin all kind of dough
   From the info that Rakim show, y'know?
  
   Verse One: Rakim
  
   Yes yes y'all, I still fiend by any means
   to flow, and I go through extremes don't intervene
   My adventures show like a three dimensional screen
   Cause I mention many things and I'm presentin many scenes
   Guess I'm telegraphic, motions energentic
   Better tell em forget it, cause I'm telekinetic
   Crowds is screamin, I choke the mic and keep squeezin
   Styles seemin like I used a thousand words without breathin
   Bustin techs like Russian Roulette I doubt you win
   Freestyles like hand grenades without the pin
   Composin, then leave the mic full of corrosion
   Don't test this, or best to expects this explosion
   At shows I spit flows with seven deadly venoms
   Killin syllables with poisonous synonyms in em
   Ideas is blowin, mics is blowin
   from what I'm showin, see it, I keep it goin when I'm flowin
  
   Chorus
  
   Verse Two: Rakim
  
   When I'm flowin, theoretically speakin like a drummer
   I take you through the streets to the parks in the summer
   or illustrate, a time and place you never been in
   and make you focus on the future after seein the beginning
   And my style wilds, like Miles on the trumpet
   Volume dial was kind of low, need to pump it
   Up another notch turn the dial til it stops
   More watts you got, more things to watch
   Third eye's wide open, you're focused on the theory
   Keep scopin til you hear me, words is spoken clearly
   It's no smokescreens on the scenes that I'm showin
   Man I keep it goin, damn I keep it flowin
  
   Chorus 2X
  
   Verse Three: Rakim
  
   Two pages cause panic, freestyles is frantic
   Thoughts is organic, flow is aerodynamic
   Mic is volcanic, rhymes spread across the planet
   I send out the scribe now the vibes gigantic
   Now, I'm internationally known, mental capacities blown
   I hope your microphone's accident prone
   Raw footage is shown, but only showin scenes of my own
   Leavin your periphereal vision in a zone
   But not the twilight, from the insight that I write
   and recite, in my mic'll be bright, cause I like
   the night glowin, it's out of sight when I'm showin
   Man I keep it goin, damn I keep it flowin
  
   Chorus 2X
  
   Verse Four: Rakim
  
   Yo, accurate tactics "Make Em Clap to This"
   When I "Move the Crowd", my "Rhythm" still don't miss
   Breeze through melodies cause "It's Been A Long Time"
   My "Lyrics" is "Fury" and rappers hate to hear me rhyme
   Every antidote that I quote, is "No Joke"
   Nobody's smilin "In The Ghetto" from the notes I wrote
   My high techniques wreck and disrepect beats
   Have you "Follow-in The Leader" up and down the streets
   So "Kick Along" as I rip a song with pull
   As the rhyme goes on I get "Paid In Full"
   It's Rakim, I'm indicatin rhymes for the showin
   Check it out y'all, I keep it goin when I'm flowin
  
   Chorus 2X
  
   Straight up, Rakim Allah the Fiend of the Microphone still flowin
   You know? One love to ? comin through your livin room soon, straight up
   ?, one love
   The whole tri-state, one love
   Rakim Allah baby, y'know?
   It's on, what, check it out y'all, check it out