Guess Who's Back

Yeah, yeah (once again, back is the incredible) It's the return of the Wild Style fashionist Smashin' hits, make it hard to adapt to this Put pizzazz and jazz in this, and cash in this Mastered this, flash this and make 'em clap to this DJ's throw on cuts and obey the crowd Just pump the volume up, and play it loud Hip-hop's embedded, before I said I wouldn't let it But me and the microphone is still magnetic Straight off the top, I knew I'd be forced to rock Dance floors just stop, the spot's scorchin' hot Hopin' I'll open Rakim Allah seminars Massage at the bar, smokin' ten-dollar cigars While I admire MIDI, with more vision than TVs I find it easy catchin' diabetes from fly sweeties Sit back and wait to hear a slammin' track Rockin' jams, by popular demand, I'm back I control the crowd, you know Ra hold it down When it drop, you know it's jiggy when you hear the sound From town to town, until it's world-renowned And I rock New York City all year around It's on, so you can swerve when it's heard in clubs Thought patterns displayed on Persian rugs Equations are drawn up in paisley form Mic, it stay warm, my flow is Evian Deep as a Nautilus, you stay dipped in Ra's style From the shores of Long Island to Panama Canal Intellect pitches new trends like a clothes designer I'm in effect, quicker than medicines in China Split the mic open, fill it with somethin' potent to go in And take a toke then mental planes start floatin' Hot science is smokin', altitudes cause chokin' Product is hypnotic, you're soakin' and still smokin' Showin' better scenes than grams of amphetamines Plans to scheme, means I'll forever fiend Long as the mic is loud and the volume's pumpin' I'ma move crowds to 2000 and somethin' I control the crowd, you know Ra hold it down When it drop, you know it's jiggy when you hear the sound From town to town, until it's world-renowned And I rock New York City all year around (yo) My rhymes and lyrics find spirits like a séance Since fat crayons, I write and display chaos My plan is damage, the diagram to where the jam is I take advantage until the crowd go bananas What a rush! I hear cuts, then I lust to touch Microphones get clutched by the illustrious Word spread, I inherited many ways to say the unsaid Born with three 7's in my head In time, no one can seem to blow your mind as far as this To find, you'll need philosophers and anthropologists Astrologists, professors from your smartest colleges With knowledge of scholarships, when Ra be droppin' this Some of the things that I know will be in your next bible When I die, go bury me and my notebook in Cairo With the great God from Egypt, manifest, was writin' rhymes Align with the stars, I come back to bless the mic I control the crowd, you know Ra hold it down When it drop, you know it's jiggy when you hear the sound From town to town, until it's world-renowned And I rock New York City all year around I control the crowd, you know Ra hold it down When it drop, you know it's jiggy when you hear the sound From town to town, until it's world-renowned And I rock New York City all year around (Once again, back is the incredible) word up, Rakim Allah the Microphone Fiend is back Yaknahmean? (Rakim Allah) 'Til death do us part, it's on (once again, back is the incredible) (Rakim Allah) Once again, back is the incredible (Rakim Allah) Once again, back is the incredible (Rakim Allah) Once again, back is the incredible (Rakim Allah) Once again, back is the incredible (Rakim Allah) Once again, back is the incredible (Rakim Allah) Once again, back is the incredible (Rakim Allah) Once again, back is the incredible (Rakim Allah) Once again, back is the incredible (Rakim Allah) Once again, back is the incredible (Rakim Allah) Once again back is the incredible The incredible, the incredible, the incredible Once again, back is the incredible Rhyme animal, the incredible