Rakim

Rakim - Heat It Up lyrics

rate me

(take that microphone from that kid and heat it up)

I keep the mic hotI heat it up kid

I keep the mic hotI heat it up (x2)

Mic check y'all

Then throw it to the floor

The crowd wanted more so I came in the door

The great rakimpapermates to the pen

Knowledge is born and the light strikes again

Elements burst and gave birth to the first

Get the pen from the nurse and hook the mic up first

When it absolutely positively has to be there on time

I deliver a rhyme

The heckler of hip hophop to this one

I got more kidthey hate to miss one

Style got jazz and the crowd's out of control

Cause I've got the mic and I've got the soul

New york's own microphone technician

Thoughts'll give 'em visions

Style'll make you listen

Devastates the earmy opponents can't see me

I gave 'em directionsbut wrote it in graffiti

But they wanna know my m.o. ease back though

They want the exact flowthen study my steelo

Sketch the skitbut they still can't see what I did

I heat the mic up kid

I keep the mic hotI heat it up kid

I keep the mic hotI heat it up (x4)

Then I explode with a song with a original form

Or I'll perform it at high modethey want the code

Destroyed the blueprints and documents and hits

Crews beenumlooking for clues ever since

Beats start brewing uprhymes is rough

Stages and microphones self-destruct

And when you thought you had the format down pat

You get kicked back to the doormat with that

Cause I've got a high tech style with know-how

Select the file watch the crowd go wild

Bad beats to bless the females' finesse

Points shot stress causing cardiac arrest

Mics too hot for you to told in your hands

Now they sell 'em with fifteen fans and mic stands

Mine still overheatsif you touch it you can see what I did

I heat the mic up kid

I keep the mic hotI heat it up kid

I keep the mic hotI heat it up (x4)

If his opponents'll run a raptell 'em ease back

I've got a knapsack with hip hop attacks

Stacks of artifactsformats in the act

Tracks after macsand you can't relax

Rakim's equipped with penmanship

Left my penmateI could graduate from penn state

I could take any trade and make a high grade

Even get extra credit when the rhyme's displayed

As soon as I manifestthey cheat off my test

Surround my desk and then stress the progress

But they miss the pointforget the skit

I'll bust your lip if you rip the script

Brother's ain't cool and i'mma smoke up the room

And I've got a crew called the last platoon

Figure it out kidproblems coming

Emcees are running cause I'm the gunman

Extremely dangerous I bust rhymes into the crowd

And watch 'em all scream out loud

Aw manand then I slam like a batteram

Ra got the plan with your favorite jam

I keep the mic hotI heat it up kid

I keep the mic hotI heat it up (x4)

The last platoon

Rakim

You know what I mean?

And I'm out

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