Eric B. & Rakim - As The Rhyme Goes On Lyrics
Knowledge will begin until I finish this songcuz the rhyme gets rougher as the rhyme goes onYou sweat as you step about to get hypeOr should you just listen to the man on the micYoure physically in this with me but how could you tellIf its meant to be hip-hop if youre not mentally as wellReady to absorb the rhyme that I just pouredInto the mic and so unite and this wont be so boredIf you just keep kickin listen - to the mixAnd think youll sink into the rhyme like quicksandHolds and controls you til I leaveYou fall deeper in the style - its hard to breatheThe only time I stop is when somebody drop and thenBring em to the front cuz my rhymes the oxygenThen wave your hands - when youre ready Ill send youInto your favorite dance so let the rhyme continueAnd so on and ima go on simultaneouslyAnd even if I stop - the rhyme remains to beRising to the top - and I came to drop itCatch it and quiz it - is my topicUniversual cuz I move everybody to comeBy exercising your mind youll coincide as oneYou look around and see how packed the party starts to getI draw a crowd - like an architectThe five borroughs react and all the islands attractAnd every state cant wait - so they attackOff a spot on the floor - squeeze in cuz its packedItll be more room if mcs play the backIm the r the a to the k-i-mIf I wasnt, then why would I say I amThe microphone fiend if I was a fakeWhoever said its just buggin off the rhymes I makeI had you biting your tongue for what I brung and reciteSung it on stage some said it dont sound likeThe voice on the record - I see what you meanBecause the system was wack, so I had to screamSo just - give me a mic if its loud Ill blow itIf not - into the crowd Ill throw itPull out my cordless mic and entertain you wellBefore I let go ima spark your brain cellsI took time to write - tonight I will reciteSo poetically inclined when the mic is held tightRhymes start flowin kisses are blowinMcs are knowin thats why theyre goinHome to tell a friend when the party endsYo, man you know rakim? that brother struck againCuz mic by mic and stage by stage,Tape by tape and page by page,When the crowd is moving I compete with the mixThe rougher the cuts - the rougher the rhyme getsDeeper and deeper - I hope you understand itI made it up myself and I planned itFor other mcs who waste timeWriting jokes, riddles, and maybe a rhymeI cross my arms and I was waiting - but I was hatingThe rappers on the microphone was fronting - just fakingThey wasnt breakin, which means I was achinTo get up on the microphone and then start takinControl of the mic - uptight when I grabbed itSo hug the speaker- your ears a magnetAttracted to a freestyle put in effectYou listen to my man while youre sippin moetSo eric, pick up the needle (yeah) put it in the middle (ahhight)Give me a scratch, turn my mic up a little,I want you to hear this perfectly clearCatch what Im sayin? you get the idea?I hope you knowledge the beginning cuz Im finished this songThe rhyme gets rougher as the rhyme flows on...
