As The Rhyme Goes On (Radio Mix)

The making of a classic

Cold gettin' busy on the tempo

About to get hype

Pumpin' the turbo

Listen to the man on the mic

Cold gettin' busy on the tempo

About to get hype

Pumpin' the turbo

Listen to the man on the mic

The making of a classic

Broadcasting the beat

20 million dollars in cash

Paid in full

Little snippets and the little bits

Listen to the mix

Knowledge'll begin until I finish this song

'Cause the rhyme gets rougher as the rhyme goes on

You sweat as you step, about to get hype

Or should you just listen to the man on the mic

You're physically in this with me, but how could you tell

If it's meant to be hip-hop, if you're not mentally as well

Ready to absorb the rhyme that I just poured

Into the mic, so unite, and this won't be so bored

If you just keep kickin', listen, to the mix

And think you'll sink into the rhyme like quicksand

Holds and controls you 'til I leave

You fall deeper in the style, it's hard to breathe

The only time I stop, is when somebody drop, and then

Bring 'em to the front cause my rhyme's the oxygen

Then wave your hand, when you're ready I'll send you

Into your favorite dance, but let the rhyme continue

And so on, and I'mma go on, simultaneously

Even if I stop, the rhyme remains to be

Rising to the top, even if I stop

Rising to the top, even if I stop

Rising to the top, even if I stop

Cold gettin' busy on the tempo

About to get hype

Pumpin' the turbo

Listen to the man on the mic

Give me a mic, if it's loud I'll blow it

If not, into the crowd I'll throw it

Pull out my cordless mic to entertain ya well

Before I let go I'mma spark your brain cell

I took time to write, tonight I will recite

So poetically inclined when the mic is held tight

Rhymes start flowin', kisses are blowin'

MCs are knowin', that's why they're goin'

Home to tell a friend when the party ends

"Yo, man you know Rakim? That brother struck again"

'Cause mic by mic, and stage by stage

Tape by tape, and page by page

When the crowd is movin' I compete with the mix

The rougher the cuts, the rougher the rhyme gets

Deeper and deeper, I hope you understand it

I made it up myself, and I planned it

For other MCs, who waste time

Writing jokes, riddles, and maybe a rhyme

I cross my arms and I was waitin', but I was hatin'

The rappers on the microphone was frontin', just fakin'

They wasn't breakin', which means I was achin'

To get up on the microphone and then start takin'

Control of the mic, uptight when I grabbed it

So hug the speaker, your ear's a magnet

Attracted to a freestyle, put in effect

You listen to the man while you're sippin' Moët

So Eric, pick up the needle (yeah) put it in the middle (alright)

Gimme a scratch, turn my mic up a little

I want you to hear, this perfectly clear

Catch what I'm sayin'? You get the idea?

I hope you 'knowledge the beginnin', 'cause I'm finished this song

The rhyme gets rougher as the rhyme flows on

The making of a classic

Broadcasting the beat

20 million dollars in cash

Paid in full

Little snippets and the little bits