Yes yes y'all check it out y'all (repeat 2X)

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 smo