ERIC B. & RAKIM - My Melody lyrics

rate me

Turn up the bass, check out my melody, hand out a cigar

I'm lettin knowledge be born, and my name's the R

A-k-i-m, not like the rest of them, I'm not on a list

That's what I'm sayin, I drop science like a scientist

My melody's in a code, the very next episode

Has the mic often distortin', ready to explode

I keep the mic at Fahrenheit, freeze MC's to make 'em colder

The listener's system is kickin' like solar

As I memorize, advertise, like a poet

Keep you goin' when I'm flowin', smooth enough, you know with the rough

That's why the moral of my story I tell'll be

Nobody beats the R, check out my melody

So what, I'm a microphone fiend addicted soon as I seen

One of these four MC's so they don't have to scream

I couldn't wait to take the mic, flow into it to test it,

Let 'My Melody' play, then a record suggest it

I'm droppin bombs, but I stay peace and calm

Any MC that disagree with me wave your arm

And I'll break, when I'm through breakin' I'll leave you broke

Drop the mic when I'm finished and watch it smoke

So stand back, you wanna rap? All of that can wait

I won't push, I won't beat around the bush

I wanna break upon those who are not supposed to

You might try but you can't get close to

Because I'm number one, competition is none

I'm measured with the heat that's made by sun

'Cause I'm playin ball or bobbin' in the hall

Or just writin my name in graffiti on the wall

You shouldn't have told me you said you controlled me

So now a contest is what you owe me

Pull out your money, pull out your cut

Pull up a chair, and I'm a tear shit up

My name is Rakim Allah, and R and A stands for Ra

Switch it around, it still comes out R

So easily will I e-m-c-e-e

My repetition of words is check out my melody

Some bass and treble is moist, scratch in and cut in a voice

And when it's mine that's when the rhyme is always choice

I wouldn't a came and said my name and run same weak shit

Puttin' blurbs and slurs and words that don't fit

In a rhyme, why waste time on the microphone

I take this more serious than just a poem

Rockin party to party, backyard to yard

I tear it up, y'all, and bless the mic for the gods

The rhyme is rugged, at the same time sharp

I can swing off anything even a string of a harp

Just turn it on and start rockin, mine, no introduction

'Til I finish droppin science, no interruption

When I approach I exercise like a coach

Usin' a melody and add new verse(?) and notes

So when the mic and the R-a-k-i-m

It's attached, like a match I will strike again

Rhymes are poetically kept and alphabetically stepped

Put in a order to pursue with the momentum except

I say one rhyme out of order, a longer rhyme shorter,

A pause, but don't stop the tape recorder

I'm not a regular competitor, first rhyme editor

Melody arranger, poet, etcetera

Extra event, the grand finale-like bonus

I am the man they call the microphonist

With wisdom, which means wise words bein' spoken

Too many at one time watch the mic start smokin'

I came to express the rap I manifest

Stand in my way and I'll veto on the word's protest

MC's that wanna be vissed(?), they're gonna

Be dissed if they don't get from in fronta

All they can go get is me a glass of Moet

A hard time, sip your juice and watch a smooth poet

I take 7 MC's put 'em in a line

And add 7 more brothas who think they can rhyme

Well, it'll take 7 more before I go for mine

Now that's 21 MC's ate up at the same time

Easy does it, do it easy, that's what I'm doin'

No fessin', no messin' around, no chewin'

No robbin', no buyin', bitin', why bother

This slob'll stop tryin', fightin' to follow

My unusual style will confuse you a while

And if I was water, I'd flow in the Nile

So many rhymes you won't have time to go for yours

Just because of applause I have to pause

Right after tonight is when I prepare

To catch another sucka duck MC out there

'Cause my strategy has to be tragedy, catastrophe

And after this you'll call me your majesty

My melody

Yes, my melody

Eric B.

Marley Marl synthesized it, I memorize it

Eric B. made a cut and advertised it

My melody's created for MC's in the place

They try to listen cuz I'm dissin them so pick up your face

Shook off your neck cuz you try to detect my pace

Now you're buggin', almost doggin' off my rhyme-like bass

The melody that I'm stylin', smooth as a violin

Rough enough to break New York from Long Island

My wisdom is swift, no matter if

My momentum is slow, MC's still stand stiff

I'm genuine like leather - reclined to be clever

MC, you'll beat the R, I'll say "Oh never"

So Eric B., cut it easily and

check out my melody...