Eric B. & Rakim - My Melody Lyrics
Verse one:Turn up the bass, check out my melody, hand out a cigarIm lettin knowledge be born, and my names the rA-k-i-m not like the rest of them, Im not on a listThats what Im sayin, I drop science like a scientistMy melodys in a code, the very next episodeHas the mic often distortin, ready to explodeI keep the mic in fahrenheit, freeze mcs and make em colderThe listeners system is kickin like solarAs I memorize, advertise, like a poetKeep you goin when Im flowin, smooth enough, you know itBut rough thats why the middle of my story I tell e.b.Nobody beats the r, check out my melody...Verse two:So what if Im a microphone fiend addicted soon as I singOne of these for mcs so they dont have to screamI couldnt wait to take the mic, flow into it to testThen let my melody play, and then the record suggestThat Im droppin bombs, but I stay peace and calmAny mc that disagree with me just wave your armAnd Ill break, when Im through breakin Ill leave you brokeDrop the mic when Im finished and watch it smokeSo stand back, you wanna rap? all of that can waitI wont push, I wont beat around the bushI wanna break upon those who are not supposed toYou might try but you cant get close toBecause Im number one, competition is noneIm measured with the heat thats made by sunWhether playin ball or bobbin in the hallI just writin my name in graffiti on the wallYou shouldnt have told me you said you control meSo now a contest is what you owe mePull out your money, pull out your cutPull up a chair, and ima tear shit upMy name is rakim allah, and r & a stands for raSwitch it around, but still comes out rSo easily will I e-m-c-e-eMy repetition of words is check out my melodySome bass and treble is moist, scratchin and cuttin a voiceAnd when its mine thats when the rhyme is always choiceI wouldnt have came to ? set? my name ? around the? same weak shitPuttin blurs and slurs and words that dont fitIn a rhyme, why waste time on the microphoneI take this more serious than just a poemRockin party to party, backyard to yardNow tear it up, yall, and bless the mic for the godsVerse three:The rhyme is rugged, at the same time sharpI can swing off anything even a string of a harpJust turn it on and start rockin, mind no introductionTil I finish droppin science, no interruptionWhen I approach I exercise like a coachUsin a melody and add numerous notesWith the mic and the r-a-k-i-mIts a task, like a match I will strike againRhymes are poetically kept and alphabetically steppedPut in order to pursue with the momentum exceptI say one rhyme and I order a longer rhyme shorterA pause, but dont stop the tape recorderVerse four:Im not a regular competitor, first rhyme editorMelody arranger, poet, etceteraExtra events, the grand finale like bonusI am the man they call the microphonistWith wisdom which means wise words bein spokenToo many at one time watch the mic start smokinI came to express the rap I manifestStand in my way and Ill lead a ? ? ? words protestMcs that wanna be dissed theyre gonnaBe dissed if they dont get from in frontaAll they can go get is me a glass of moetA hard time, sip your juice and watch a smooth poetI take 7 mcs put em in a lineAnd add 7 more brothas who think they can rhymeWell, itll take 7 more before I go for mineAnd thats 21 mcs ate up at the same timeEasy does it, do it easy, thats what Im doinNo fessin, no messin around, no chewinNo robbin, no buyin, bitin, why botherThis slobll stop tryin fightin to followMy unusual style will confuse you a whileIf I was water, I flow in the nileSo many rhymes you wont have time to go for yoursJust because of a cause I have to pauseRight after tonight is when I prepareTo catch another sucka duck mc out thereCos my strategy has to be tragedy, catastropheAnd after this youll call me your majestyMy melody...Verse five:Marley marl synthesized it, I memorize itEric b made a cut and advertised itMy melodys created for mcs in the placeWho try to listen cos Im dissin ? ? ?? take off your necklace, you try to detect my pace?? now? youre ? buggin? over ? ? ? off my rhyme like bassThe melody that Im stylin, smooth as a violinRough enough to break new york from long islandMy wisdom is swift, no matter ifMy momentum is slow, mcs still stand stiffIm genuine like leather, dont try to be cleverMcs youll beat the r, Ill say oh neverSo eric b cut it easilyAnd check out my melody...
