"Cuz I like to move the crowd" - Rakim Allah Tribute
Illest, realest, every sentence shines like pendant
21 MC's dropped to dust, the rhythm hit em
I followed the leader, the enchanted mind of the reader
The mic, I need her, pieces of puzzle, complicated
Rhyme never outdated, never outnumbered
Untouchable, he swagged, while everyone blundered
Don't battle, if you don't know the casualties of war
What hurts more, a hardcore MC knockin at a sellout door
Don't sweat the technique I speak, pull the plug, I'm unique
A microphone fiend, hardcore in the genes, MC's flee
Know what I mean
Shit's serious, no jokes allowed, he's holding the crown
I like to move the crowd
He knows you got soul, he keeps the mic in fahrenheit, he makes it cold
He's the master, the 18th letter, so do what you're told
His DJ is named president, a hardcore hip hop royalty resident
Real estates on a plate, as Rakim Seventh Seals your fate
In the ghetto, there's no escape, Rakim the great, sets you straight
His melody is untouchable, hits you with a gamma ray, with no omega
It's been a long time, a lot of gold rhymes, but his is always greater
He never fell on the dark side, he's still rockin the bells
He keeps bars cold, like his notebook's a jail
Lyrics of fury, go plea to the jury if you're worried
You're waiting for the world to end, I spit juice, you have to know the ledge
It's the music for the masses, rap fantastic
I need more hands, to count the classics
Beat him in a battle? Yeah right, I'm keeping shit tight
When I be on tha mic
It's nothing, rhymes shine like a Breitling, there's no use in fighting
MC's falling down like birds without a right wing
If it weren't for Ra, I wouldn't be writing
Everybody jump on your feet, as I move the crowd like telekenise-
What happened to peace?
PEACE *echoes*
* lines in italic indicate scratched samples.
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