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