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
