1.Beats For The Listeners
2.Eric B. Never Scared
3.Follow The Leader
Verse one：
Follow me into a solo
Get in the flow - and you can picture like a photo
Music mixed mellow maintains to make
Melodies for mc's motivates the breaks
I'm everlastin, i can go on for days and days
With rhyme displays that engrave deep as x-rays
I can take a phrase that's rarely heard, flip it
Now it's a daily word
I can get iller than 'nam, a killin bomb
But no alarm - rakim will remain calm
Self-esteem make me super superb and supreme
But for a microphone still i fiend
This was a tape i wasn't supposed to break
I was supposed to wait, but let's motivate
I want to see who can keep followin and swallowin
Takin the making, bitin it and borrowin
Brothers tried and others died to get the formula
But i'ma let ya sweat - you still ain't warm
You a step away from frozen, stiff as if ya posin
Dig into my brain as the rhyme gets chosen
So follow me and were ya thinkin' you were first？
Let's travel at magnificent speeds around the universe
What could ya say as the earth gets further and further away
Planets are small as balls of clay
Astray into the milky way - world's outasight
Far as the eye can see - not even a satellite
Now stop and turn around and look
As ya stare in the darkness, ya knowledge is took!
So keep starin soon ya suddenly see a star
You better follow it cause it's the r
This is a lesson if ya guessin and if ya borrowin
Hurry hurry step right up and keep followin
The leader
Verse two：
This is a lifetime mission, vision of prison
Aight listen
In this journey you're the journal i'm the journalist
Am i eternal？ or an eternalist？
I'm about to flow long as i can possibly go
Keep ya movin cause the crowd said so
Dance - cuts rip ya pants
Eric b on the blades, bleedin to death - call the ambulance
Pull out my weapon and start to squeeze
A magnum as a microphone murderin' mc's
Let's quote a rhyme from a record i wrote
(follow the leader) yeah - dope
Cause everytime i stop it seems ya stuck
Soon as ya try to step off ya self-destruct
I came to overcome before i'm gone
By showin and provin and lettin knowledge be born
Then after that i'll live forever - you disagree？
You say never？ then follow me!
From century to century you'll remember me
In history - not a mystery or a memory
God by nature, mind raised in asia
Since you was tricked, i have to raise ya
From the cradle to the grave, but remember
You're not a slave
Cause we was put here to be much more than that
But we couldn't see it because our mind was trapped
But i'm here to break away the chains, take away the pains
Remake the brains, reveal my name
I guess nobody told you a little knowledge is dangerous
It can't be mixed, diluted; it can't be changed or switched
Here's a lesson if ya guessing and borrowing
Hurry hurry, step right up and keep following
The leader
Verse three：
A furified freestyle, lyrics of fury
My third eye makes me shine like jewelry
You're just a rent-a-rapper, your rhymes are minute-maid
I'll be here when it fade to watch you flip like a renegade
I can't wait to break and eliminate
On every traitor or snake - so stay awake
And follow and follow, because the tempo's a trail
The stage is a cage, the mic is a third rail
I'm rakim the fiend of a microphone
I'm not him, so leave my mic alone
Soon as the beat is felt, i'm ready to go
So fasten your seatbelt, cause i'm about to flow
No need to speed slow down to let the leader lead
Word to daddy, indeed!
The r's a rollin stone, so i'm rollin
Directions is told, then the rhymes are stolen
Stop buggin', a brother said, dig em, i never dug 'em
He couldn't follow the leader long enough so i drug 'em
Into danger zone, he should arrange his own
Face it, it's basic, erase it, change ya tone
There's one r in the alphabet
It's a one-letter word and it's about to get
More complex from one rhyme to the next
Eric b be easy on the flex
I've been from state to state, followers tailgate
Keep comin but you came too late, but i'll wait
So back up, regroup, get a grip, come equipped
You're the next contestant - clap ya hands, you won a trip!
The price is right - don't make a deal too soon
How many notes could you name this tune？
Follow the leader is the title, theme, task
Now ya know, you don't have to ask
Rap is rhythm and poetry, cuts create sound effects
You might catch up if you follow the records e. wrecks
Until then keep eatin and swallowin
You better take a deep breath and keep followin
The leader.
4.Just A Beat
5.Lyrics Of Fury
Verse one：
I'm rated 'r'...this is a warning, ya better void,
Poets are paranoid, dj's d-stroyed,
Cuz i came back to attack others in spite-
Strike like lightnin', it's quite frightenin'!
But don't be afraid in the dark, in a park,
Not a scream or a cry, or a bark, more like a spark;
Ya tremble like a alcoholic, muscles tighten up,
What's that, lighten up! you see a sight but,
Suddenly you feel like your in a horror flick,
You grab your heart then wish for tomorrow quick!
Music's the clue, when i come your warned,
Apocolypse now, when i'm done, ya gone!
Haven't you ever heard of a mc-murderer？
This is the death penalty,and i'm servin' a
Death wish, so come on, step to this
Hysterical idea for a lyrical professionist!
Friday the thirteenth, walking down elm street,
You come in my realm ya get beat!
This is off limits, so your visions are blurry,
All ya see is the meters at a volume,
Pumping lyrics of fury!
It's a ....fearified freestyle!
Terror in the styles, never error-files,
Indeed i'm known-your exiled!
For those that oppose to be level or next to this...
I ain't a devil and this ain't the exorcist!
Worse than a nightmare, you don't have to sleep a wink,
The pain's a migraine every time ya think,
Flashbacks interfere, ya start to hear：
The r-a-k-i-m in your ear;
Then the beat is hysterical,
That makes eric go get a ax and chops the wack,
Soon the lyrical format is superior,
Faces of death remain,
Mc's decaying, cuz they never stayed,
The scene of a crime every night at the show,
The fiend of a rhyme on the mic that you know,
It's only one capable, breaks-the unbreakable,
Melodies-unmakable, pattern-unecscapable,
A horn if want the style i posses,
I bless the child, the earth, the gods and bomb the rest,
For those that envy a mc it can be,
Hazardous to your health so be friendly,
A matter of life and death, just like a ethch-a-sketch,
Shake 'till your clear, make it disappear, make the next,
After the ceremony, let the rhyme rest in peace,
If not, my soul'll release!
The scene is recreated, reincarnated, updated, i'm glad you made
it,
Cuz your about to see a disasterous sight,
A performance never again performed on a mic：
Lyrics of fury!
A fearified freestyle!
The 'r' is in the house-too much tension!
Make sure the system's loud when i mention
Phrases that's fearsome...
You want to hear some sounds that not only pounds but please
your eardrums;
I sit back and observe the whole scenery,
Then nonchalantly tell you what it mean to me,
Strictly business i'm quickly in this mood,
And i don't care if the whole crowd's a witness!
I'm a tear you apart but i'm a spare you a heart,
Program into the speed of the rhyme, prepare to start,
Rhythm's out of the radius, insane as the craziest
Musical madness mc ever made, see it's
Now an emergency, open-heart surgery...
Open your mind, you will find every word'll be
Furier than ever, i remain the furture,
Battle's tempting...whatever suits ya!
For words the sentence, there's no resemblance,
You think you're ruffer, then suffer the consequences!
I'm never dying-terrifying results,
I wake ya with hundreds of thousands of volts,
Mic-to-mouth resuscitation, rhythm with radiation,
Novicane ease the pain it might save him,
If not, eric b.'s the judge, the crowd's the jury...
How do i plead to homicide？
Lyrics of fury!
They're getting furier! a fearified freestyle!
6.Microphone Fiend
I was a fiend before i became a teen
I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated
'cause i grabbed the mic and try to say, ' yes y'all!'
They tried to take it, and say that i'm too small
Cool, 'cause i don't get upset
I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then i jet
Back to the lab ...without a mic to grab
So then i add all the rhymes i had
One after the other one, then i make another one
To dis the opposite then ask if the brother's done
I get a craving like i fiend for nicotine
But i don't need a cigarette, know what i mean？
I'm raging, ripping up the stage and
Don't it sound amazing 'cause every rhyme is made and
Thought of, cuz it's sort of...an addiction,
Magnatized by the mixing
Vocals, vocabulary, your verses, you're stuck in
The mic is a drano, volcanoes erupting,
Rhymes overflowing, gradually growing
Everything is written in the cold, so it can coin-
Cide, my thoughts to guide,
48 tracks to slide
The invincible, microphone fiend rakim
Spread the word, 'cause i'm in
E-f-f-e-c-t
A smooth operator operating correctly,
But back to the problem, i gotta habit,
You can't solve it, silly rabbit
The prescription is a hypertone that's thorough when
I fiend for a microphone like herion
Soon as the bass kicks, i need a fix
Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix
And i'll put you in a mood or is it a state of
Unawareness？ beware, it's the reanamator!
A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon
An assasinator, if the people ain't stepping
You see a part of me that you never seen
When i'm fiending for a microphone, i'm the microphone fiend...
(verse 2：)
After 12, i'm worse that a gremlin
Feed me hip-hop and i start trembling
The thrill of suspense is intense, your horrified
But this ain't the cinemas of 'tales from the darkside',
By any means neccesary, this is what has to be done
Make way 'cause here i come....
My dj cuts material....
Grand imperial.
It's a must that i bust any mic you're hand to me,
It's inherited, it's runs in the family
I wrote the rhyme that broke the bull's back,
If that don't slow 'em up, i carry a full pack.
Now i don't want to have to let off, you should of kept off
You didn't keep the stage warm, step off!
Ladies and gentleman, you're about to see
A pasttime hobby about to be
Take it to the maximum, i can't relax see, i'm
Hype as a hyperchrondriac 'cause the rap be one-
Hell of a antidote, something you can't smoke
More than dope, you're trying to move away but you can't, you're
broke
More than cracked up, you should have backed up
For those who act up need to be more than smacked up
Any entertainer, i got a torture chamber
One on one and i'm the remainder!
So close your eyes and hold your breath,
And i'm a hit'cha wit the blow of death
Before you go, you'll remember you seen
The fiend of a microphone, i'm the microphone fiend
The microphone fiend...
7.Musical Massacre
How could i keep my composure
When all sorts of thoughts fought for exposure？
Release, then veins in the brains increase
When i let off, make a wish and blow the smoke off my piece
Unloadin, unfold and the rhymes are explodin
And the mic that i holdin golden
Cordless cause the wire caught fire like a fuse
Gunpowder and the slightest bruise is a friction
The outcome is there so listen
Here's the brief description
A boom then flame then smoke, ashes a dust to dust
Contact is compact when i bust
Mc's are now in a massacre
A disaster a... master at fashion a beat to death
To a pulp, till it can't pump
Speakers aint sayin nothin
Now the ball can thump
As i'm lookin' i stand like great buildings in brooklyn
Then the stage is took then
Havoc struck that could product a whole court
Keep in touch with the mic when you're holdin y'all
Sumpin and pumpin and slobbin and droolin
Nothin's pumpin, who do you think ya foolin？
Tommy tucker, the neighborhood sucker
What you oughtta do.... is pick up a tempo
From what i invent, so hard not to bite, but you can't prevent
so
You start to kidnap
I watch the kid rap
When he get off he know he shouldn't a did that
Minor, old-timer, weak-rhymer, stay-in-liner
You won't be inclined to go so yo
Maybe later, you're gonna be
But for now, you're almost one of me
Now the immature imitations taken from originations
Made by tracin and a little arrangin
So perform, if ya still aint warm maybe after
A roast by the host with the most it's a musical massacre
Never tired, don't even try it, keep quiet
Like a storm, you could rain...but a riot
Remains, the gangs power just like the towerin inferno
The beat's gonna burn so
Distance i kept, ou better watch your step
Volunteers go from here and get
Ya out of the flames
Appreciate the temperature change
Anywhere within the range of celcius
Fahrenheit on the mic, mic melts see it
Burns soon as it's felt see it's torchin, scorchin
Mic's pipin hot, steamin who's schemin now ya not
James brown must a been dusted
Disgusted, now he can't be trusted
Embalmed with fluid
Static can cause an explosion, in fact impact's closin in
Time was up, so i don't need a time bomb
Beat gives me a heat-stroke when i rhyme calm
Pull out the tool, sometimes i wanna break fool
But i was cool, like one in the chamber
Lets play a game of rhymin roulette
And put me up to your brain and name a rhyme about ya clout
One mistake... ya out
If this imitation it can't be the same show
Maybe what you'll find somewhere over the rainbow
Courage, heart, brain, you need rhyme
Turn on your mic, snap your fingers three times
We gone, or the story won't end the same
And you'll feel the flame
The potion was weak, make another antidote
Whats the science？ why can't ya quote？
Elements for musical intelligence
Rhymes are irrelevant, no development
And that settles it
Go manufacture a match, send me after a blast
From the master that has to make musical massacre
8.No Competition
No competition
...
No competition
...
Competition is none, i remain at the top like the sun
And i burn whoever come in the chambers of torture
I caught ya, you shoulda brought ya
Neighborhood to support ya
No one in my path will withstand
Under pressure the wrath of a swift man
You name the day, the grounds to be neutral
Speak your piece, the feeling's mutual
We can go topic from topic whenever i drop it
Try to stop it
In other words, what the brother heard
He tried to catch it, but what occurred
Was too much weight for one brain to take
Try to concentrate maintain then elevate
Program an ounce from pound to pound
The matter of weight can't hold my mind down
Permanent damage, i do away with
No time for fun, cause i don't play with
Competitors, there's only one when i'm done
Competition is none
...
No competition
...
Competition is none, i'm the soul survivor
Mc's get live but i get liver
It ain't a memorex, live in concert
At every network, the r the expert
Whoever goes against causes friction
Introduction music where's the mixing
Ra will never die, tools they never try
To beat or defeat me, because whenever i
Put poetry in motion
From the nile, then out into the ocean
Three-fourths of water makes seven seas
A third of land three-sixty degrees
I circulate and remain to rotate
Seven days a week at a quake or a slow rate
Be prepared whenever i come
Competition is none
...
It's no competition
...
Creator, the alphabets let's communicate
When i translate the situation's straight
No dictionary's necessary to use
Big words do nothing but confuse and lose
From the first step, a concept was kept
To the end of the rhyme, it get more in-depth
All thoughts i come across, my mind's the source
Made by the r, of course
Seven holes in my face as i'm lookin out my window
Speak with the beat and it seem like the wind blows
Through the speakers, i hear it so pump this
And we can fill up the whole circumfrence
With competition, on an impossible mission
Comin up with nothin, keep fishin
No runner up, just lost or forfeits
They all get butterflies, soon as the dog gets
Unlocked, lines for blocks and blocks
Might be triflin, to call the cops
Bring along paramedics
But that won't help you, not even calisthetics
I'm god, g is the seventh letter made
Rainin on rappers, there's no parade
So if you ain't wise, then don't even come
Competition for this inter mixin is none
...
It's, no competition
...
Competition is none
9.Put Your Hands Together
＊piano playing for 1：02 before the beginning of the main song＊
Verse one： rakim
This is for thousands of people who came
A show from road to road you're entertained
I don't even have to say my name
Cause when the place is ripped in half, i'm to blame
Masses of posses packed up schemin
Ladies lovely and keep on screamin
Go rakim, go rakim, go
It won't be long then it's on with the show
I'm late, so hit the brakes and park the benzito
Double oh seven, incognito
Sneak in the back door, lookin for the stage
When i get on you react in a rage
People from side to side and front to back
Won't dance, if the mc's wack
The crowd go psycho even if i don't move
Some like the groove cause i'm so smooth
Then somethin happens, feet start tappin
You can't hold back when rakim's rappin
The man you've been waitin for, rougher than ever
Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together
Verse two： rakim
I create em, take em, shake em, then make em clap to this
Most of you rappers, can't even rap to this
I made it faster, you tried to master
Syncopated styles, words flowin after
Measures of metaphor definitions of more than one
Take it both ways, i'll be here when you're done
Remember as the rhyme goes on it's rougher
Soon as i stop, you had enough of
Followin footsteps, you better turn back soon
Sucker mc's suck rhymes like vacuums
The style remains the same, the words is changed
Bitten, rewritten, recited and rearranged
Sing along if your tongue is strong, it gets sore
Sing when i'm gone and it'll break your jaw
Wisdom flows so swift, i'm asiatic
Is it a gift, or automatic
Static, i don't cling
I got a tip of my own and i don't sing
Don't understand, here's an example
And why mc's and dj's sample
Cause we don't have a band, it's just my voice and his hands
That's what hip-hop was, it still stands
The records we use are from mom's and pop's collection
Find a break from a dope selection
And go to the store, then buy one more
So my dj can mix cause that's what his hands are for
Years later hip-hop got contracts
The chance to put actual facts on wax
A mind's the coach, the physical form's the team
The top's the destination, i'm the cream
And still i rise with somethin pumpin and somethin clever
Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together
Verse three： rakim
Now who's the man with the masterplan？
With stacks of verbal attacks so clap your hands
Rhyme written in graffiti xeroxed on blueprints
Students influenced are now a nuisance
You couldn't fight it, you had to clap to this
You got excited, you almost snapped your wrist
The rhymes was written for the crowd's enjoyment
When i'm with this you can't toy with
The def jam juicer rough rhyme producer
Loads of lyrics get you loose, then looser
The man so smooth and world so rough
Eric is throwin and sewin rippin restitchin the cuts
Microphone your majesty, no one's bad as me
Seems the tragedy, rakim had to be
Thinkin of some def view of a video
Visions are vicious, and i'll let the city know
Whoever's frontin they know, nothin to say though
So lay low, musical forms are kickin' like kato
Don't get near it, hard as you ever hear it
I know it's fearified, but don't fear it
And try to predict which rhyme you can kick
You're quick to pick your best, for the mic is lit
Instead of goin with the flow like you're supposed to go
And enjoy the show and yo, put your hands together
Clap your hands! ＊echoes＊
10.The R
Whoever underestimated, still waited
Pumping the radio, finally they played it
You wondered how come the album was late
I was giving you time to get the last one straight,
The show must go on, i got something to dance to
Slow it down and romance to and give me a chance to
Keep you in tune and up to par.....
Then you're doing it with the r...
Doing it wit the r....
Something new and to keep you doing what'cha doing
This is for you and your crew and for who in
The vicinity, i don't need no identity
I see hands in the air that means many be
Cooperating, i can't stop relating
Hip-hop is making more sense when i'm stating
Paragraphs of potential to prevent you
From using my instrumental, keep in mind i meant to
Illustrate another iller break immediately
Hurry up and learn the words and repeat it wit me
Then soon you're in tune and up to par
And then you're doing it wit the r...
Keep doing it, you keep doing it wit the r....
In the summertime, pockets bulging
Somethings's happening then i'm indulging
Music is mine, gucci seats reclined,
Gold grill, a paint job will shine..
Pull up in the park and then pop the trunk
Turn up the bass and let the system thump
A block party starts to form, people start to swarm
Loud as a ghetto blaster, word is bond
Records remind you of a madness
The moment it's played, you get gladdest
The return of the brother, keeping you up to par
And you're doing it wit the r.....
Shout outs.................
11.To The Listeners
It's to the listeners (whispered 4x)
＊musical interlude＊
It's to the listener
(repeat interlude and line 4x)
Verse one： rakim
It's to the listeners, for those that have a ear for this
State of the art, engineered for the mix
Eardrums are playing along to what i'm sayin you're singin a
song
Stevie blass on the keyboard, swingin along
But you don't have to dance, play it cool and listen
My dj's mixin, and i'll do the quizzin
Cause who is number one if not best then better
Here's a hint： the 18th letter
The rhymes is sportable, microphone is portable
For any immortal man, swords is not affordable
Never take a loss cause i'm hard to beat
I ain't cheap but don't sell me a dream i don't sleep
I'm paid in full, so save the bull
This ain't a stick-up, you don't have to wave until
You feel sure, and you want more then wipe your sweat
Cause i just wanted to see how hype you could get
Cause when i came in the door steppin hard enough to shake the
floor
I just started but the others can't make no more
Runnin out of beats breaks and out of time
If i was gone, you'd be runnin out of rhymes
I improve, record don't have to be long
If it's understood and the story is strong
You can speak out and hold the crowd as prisoners
The people is peepless, it's to the listeners
Verse two：
I'm the lord, for somethin you can absorb
Try and control and be cautious but the cut's in a cord
Make me deeper than down, i make the crowd, crowd around
People are peepless, cause the soloist found
Phrases, thoughts, made by the r of course
One thing i do is keep em different, and far from yours
You keep talkin, when will all the damage be done？
You say you're rulin but when i'm in the place you don't come
Maybe you're waitin, to see what i'm makin
One more style gets taken, then i'ma be breakin
If the patterns are causes, piano is soft
But make it hard for you to start, where i left off
You find yourself, till the point is across
You hit reverse to rewind it, that's when you hit the pause
I set the scene, first you hear mixin
Then the microphone fiend's in effect, still listenin？
Pay close attention, never before mentioned
Listen up i got a brand new invention
Made from a musician it's notes are played crisp
But listeners listen to what i wrote on a disc
Copywritten but still bitten they almost sound like
Almost pumpin, but it ain't down like
A record's supposed to sound, watch as it go around
Records are broken, smashed into the ground
That ain't my melody, brothers keep runnin up and tellin me
Others are trying to flow smooth and steadily
Potholes are left in my path then i crash and bruise
Whoever refuse and cruise right past em
Cause i just left to do it for easy whatever
Death, till i get back you better stay in step
After speaking you'll stare, if i was there your description is
Letters full of poetical medicine, this is for the listeners
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