Guess Who's Back

Yeah, yeah
Its the return of the Wild Style fashionist
Smashin hits, make it hard to adapt to this
Put pizazz and jazz in this, and cash in this
Mastered this, flash this and make em clap to this
DJs throw on cuts and obey the crowd
Just pump the volume up, and play it loud
Hip-Hops embedded, before I said I wouldnt let it
But me and the microphone is still magnetic
Straight off the top, I knew Id be forced to rock
Dancefloors just stop, the spots scorchin hot
Hoping I open Rakim Allah seminars
Massage at the bar smokin ten dollar cigars
While I admire midas, with more vision than TVs
I find it easy catchin diabetes from fly sweeties
Sit back and wait to hear a slammin track
Rockin jams by popular demand, Im back
I control the crowd, you know I hold it down
When it drop you know its jiggy when you hear the sound
From town to town, until its world reknowned
And I rock New York City all year around
Check it out
Its on so you can swerve when its heard in clubs
Thought patterns displayed on Persian rugs
Equations are drawn up in paisley form
Mic it stay warm, my flow is Evian
Deep as a Nautilus, you stay dipped in Ra style
From the shores of Long Island to Panama Canal
Intellect pitches new trends like a clothes designer
Im in effect, quicker than medicines in China
Split the mic open fill it with somethin potent to go in
And take a toke then, mental planes start floatin
Hot science is smokin altitudes cause chokin
Product is hypnotic youre soakin and still smokin
Showin better scenes than grams of amphetamines
Plans to scheme, means Ill forever fiend
Long as the mic is loud and the volume is pumpin
Ima move crowds to 2000
Yo, my rhymes and lyrics, find spirits like a seance
Since fat Cray-ons, I write and display chaos
My plan is damage, the diagram to where the jam
I take advantage, until the crowd go bananas
What a rush I hear cuts then I lust to touch
Microphones get clutched by the illustrious
Word spread I inherited, many ways to say the unsaid
Born with three 7s in my head
In time no one can seem to blow your mind as far as this
To find youll need philosophers and anthropologists
Astrologists, professors from your smartest colleges
With knowledge of scholarships, when Ra be droppin this
Some of the things I know, will be in your next Bible
When I die go bury me and my notebook in Cairo
With the great God from Egypt manifest was write rhymes
Align with the stars, I come back to bless the mic
'Once again, back is the incredible'
Word up, Rakim Allah the Microphone Fiend is back, yaknahmean?
'Rakim Allah '
Till death do us part
'Once again, back is the incredible'
Its on
'Rakim Allah'
'Once again back is the incredible
The incredible, the incredible
The incredible...
Once again back is the incredible
Rhyme animal, the incredible...'