I will rain down an ungodly fucking firestorm upon you
I am talking scorched earth, motherfucker
I will massacre you
I will fuck you up
It's been a long time
I shouldn't have left you
The rhyme from the microphone soloist
I start to think and then I sink
I'm on soul train but I wait
'Cause I mastered this
This style is identical to none
Some try to make it sound like this
So upset that I'm wet 'cause you're sweating me
I drip steam like a microphone fiend
Eager to MC is my theme
I get hype when I hear a drum roll
Rakim is on the mic and you know I got soul (you got it [4x])
I got soul (you got it), that's why I came
To teach those who can't say my name
First of all, I'm the soloist, the soul controller
(You got it) that's why I came
To teach those who can't say my name
First of all, I'm the soloist, the soul controller
Rakim gets stronger as I get older
Constant elevation causes expansion
I write my rhymes while I cool in my mansion
Then put it on tape and in the city I test it
Then on the radio the R is requested
You listen to it, the concept might break you
'Cause almost anyone can relate to
Whoever's out of hand, Imma give 'em handles
Light 'em up, blow 'em out like candles
Or should I just let 'em melt?
Then give 'em a hand so they can see how it felt
I'm not bold just 'cause I rock gold
Rakim is on the mic, and you know I got soul
(You got it [4x])
Now Imma stop to see what you got
Get off the mic before I get too hot
I want to see which posse can dance the best
It should be easy 'cause the beat is fresh