Lirik Lagu My Melody - Rakim
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Verse One:
Turn up the bass, check out my melody, hand out a cigarI'm lettin knowledge be born, and my name's the RA-k-i-m not like the rest of them, I'm not on a listThat's what I'm sayin, I drop science like a scientistMy melody's in a code, the very next episodeHas the mic often distortin, ready to explodeI keep the mic in Fahrenheit, freeze MC's and make em colderThe listener's system is kickin like solarAs I memorize, advertise, like a poetKeep you goin when I'm flowin, smooth enough, you know itBut rough that's why the middle of my story I tell E.B.Nobody beats the "R", check out my melody...
Verse Two:
So what if I'm a microphone fiend addicted soon as I singOne of these for MC's so they don't have to screamI couldn't wait to take the mic, flow into it to testThen let my melody play, and then the record suggestThat I'm droppin bombs, but I stay peace and calmAny MC that disagree with me just wave your armAnd I'll break, when I'm through breakin I'll leave you brokeDrop the mic when I'm finished and watch it smokeSo stand back, you wanna rap? All of that can waitI won't push, I won't beat around the bushI wanna break upon those who are not supposed toYou might try but you can't get close toBecause I'm number one, competition is noneI'm measured with the heat that's made by sunWhether playin ball or bobbin in the hallI just writin my name in graffiti on the wallYou shouldn't 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 I'ma tear shit upMy name is Rakim Allah, and R & A stands for "Ra"Switch it around, but still comes out "R"So easily will I e-m-c-e-eMy repetition of words is "check out my melody"Some bass and treble is moist, scratchin and cuttin a voiceAnd when it's mine that's when the rhyme is always choiceI wouldn't have came to ?set? my name ?around the? same weak shitPuttin blurs and slurs and words that don't 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, y'all, and bless the mic for the gods
Verse 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-mIt's 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 don't stop the tape recorder
Verse Four:
I'm 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
Turn up the bass, check out my melody, hand out a cigarI'm lettin knowledge be born, and my name's the RA-k-i-m not like the rest of them, I'm not on a listThat's what I'm sayin, I drop science like a scientistMy melody's in a code, the very next episodeHas the mic often distortin, ready to explodeI keep the mic in Fahrenheit, freeze MC's and make em colderThe listener's system is kickin like solarAs I memorize, advertise, like a poetKeep you goin when I'm flowin, smooth enough, you know itBut rough that's why the middle of my story I tell E.B.Nobody beats the "R", check out my melody...
Verse Two:
So what if I'm a microphone fiend addicted soon as I singOne of these for MC's so they don't have to screamI couldn't wait to take the mic, flow into it to testThen let my melody play, and then the record suggestThat I'm droppin bombs, but I stay peace and calmAny MC that disagree with me just wave your armAnd I'll break, when I'm through breakin I'll leave you brokeDrop the mic when I'm finished and watch it smokeSo stand back, you wanna rap? All of that can waitI won't push, I won't beat around the bushI wanna break upon those who are not supposed toYou might try but you can't get close toBecause I'm number one, competition is noneI'm measured with the heat that's made by sunWhether playin ball or bobbin in the hallI just writin my name in graffiti on the wallYou shouldn't 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 I'ma tear shit upMy name is Rakim Allah, and R & A stands for "Ra"Switch it around, but still comes out "R"So easily will I e-m-c-e-eMy repetition of words is "check out my melody"Some bass and treble is moist, scratchin and cuttin a voiceAnd when it's mine that's when the rhyme is always choiceI wouldn't have came to ?set? my name ?around the? same weak shitPuttin blurs and slurs and words that don't 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, y'all, and bless the mic for the gods
Verse 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-mIt's 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 don't stop the tape recorder
Verse Four:
I'm 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
