What song are you listening to right now?

What, uhh, yo

Just when things seemed the same, and the whole scene is lame

I come and reign with the unexplained for the brains 'til things change

They strain to sling slang, I'm trained to bring game

History that I arranged been regained by King James

Go to practice, with tactics, when the track hits, theatrics

Women that look like actress the status of Cleopatra's

Stacks of mathematics took the ego-geatics?

As I find out, what the facts is, for geographic

No time to sip Mo's with hostess, never mind what the total gross is

I rip shows, stay focused, and split cheese, with soldiers

While you hit trees and coast I spit flows that be ferocious

And with these explosives, I split seas for Moses

Shine permanently only my mind's concernin me

Fire burns in me eternally time's eternity

Followers turn on me they'll be in a mental infirmary

Determinely advance technology better than Germany

Since the first days you know of, till the last days is over

I was always the flow-er, I made waves for Noah

From a compound, to the anatomy, to the breakdown of a atom

Some of my rap patterns, still surround Saturn

From the ancient hieroglyphics, to graffiti painted pictures

I study I know the scriptures but nowaday ain't it vicious

Date back I go beyond, check the holy Qu'ran

To speeches at the autobahn, now we get our party on

So being benificent, I bless em with dialogue

They expectin the next testament, by the God

I roam through battlezones with chrome for chaperone

Blast beat with saxophones one of the baddest rappers known

Every country city and borough, sidestreet and ghetto

Isle and alley and meadow, theories thorough enough to echo

When it was one mass of land, with one nash' of man

And the whole mass was ran under one master plan

Since the world's metamorphis, and the plan is kept in orbit

Turntables we spin awkward but needles never skip off it

Rhythms we expressin similar to our ancestors

It'll answer your questions if you understand the message

From the days of the slave choppers, to the new age of prophets

As heavy as hip-hop is I'm always ready to drop it

From the mind which is one of Allah's best designs

And mines'll stand the test of time, when I rhyme

The 18th Letter, the prophecy professor

I stay clever, long as the planet stay together

Bring up praise from Mecca, make a phrase for the better

In new days to remember, always and forever

The R baby

 
2pac = Most Overated Artist of all time....mwahahahaha
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you have to listen to rakim's words...and feel the way he flows on tracks

he's simply the best

In The Watcher pt. 2......Rakim owned the song. Jay's lyrics werent even close!
Yes...but you have to do the same thing with Jay Z while understanding the underlying double meaning in most of the stuff he says....while it may seem one sided/simplistic it is actually quite the oppostie...where as Rakim is sort of one dimensional...you know he's always going to be metaphorical...he never hides it...the underlying meaning within' the wordplay of even Jay Z's simple shit is phenomenal...

 
I JUST got done listening to that....

I'm too witty...the best writer of the new millennium

A ghost go too...Somebody tell that dude Diddy

I've gone postal...you need to move quickly...

on me...I'm the sickest you ever gon' hear...exclude Biggie

Next stop ***** Def Jam...Tell S. Dot I got next

Cuz I got the best set shot YES..

that means I don't fade away...I'm a monster

your whole roster's a page away...I'm just an eighth away....

I love that part

 
ROYCE IS SICCCCKKKKKKKK....he is so underrated....rhyme schemes and flow are untouchable...lyrics are different...he doesn't rap like anybody else in the game...has a touch of Biggie at times...

I'm the verbal-spit Smith Wesson, I unload

with sick spit that quick wick to split a split-second

Bomb with a lit wick expression

You here a tick tick then you testin..

My saliva and spit can split thread into fiber and bits

So trust me, I'm as live as it gets

Everybody claimin they the best and head the throne

since B.I.G is gone, if you ask me, they "Dead Wrong"

My flow is hotter than the flash from the click

When the hammer slaps the bullet on the *** from the clip

You wind up in a room full of my dawgs

I'll have you feeling like a fire hydrant in a room full of dogs

So come, come now, get pissed on, shitted on

Tough talk turns to, "Can't we all just get along"

You get blazed when the mic's off, shot when it's on

You probably ducked when they laid the gun shot in your song

My gun strrr-utters when it speaks to you

Utter shit to repeat to you

Nothing to clip, then give a speech to you

Me and Premier, we kind of the same in ways

We both speak with our hands in dangerous ways

Rap now is a circus of clowns

A whole lot of lip from clicks I'll probably rap circles around

I'm the next best to reach a peak formerly known

as the best keep secret, I guess that I just leaped it

Royce Da 5'9'' - Boom....shit is NASTY

 
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