Lyrics My Melody - Dub Version - Rakim , Eric B.
Turn
up
the
bass
check
out
my
melody
hand
out
a
cigar
I′m
lettin'
knowledge
be
born
and
my
name′s
the
R
A
K
I
M
Not
like
the
rest
of
them
I'm
not
on
a
list
That's
what
I′m
sayin′
I
drop
science
like
a
scientist
My
melody's
in
a
code
the
very
next
episode
Has
the
mic
often
distortin′
ready
to
explode
I
keep
the
mic
in
Fahrenheit
freeze
MC's
and
make
′em
colder
The
listeners
system
is
kickin'
like
solar
As
I
memorize,
advertise,
like
a
poet
Keep
you
goin′
when
I'm
flowin',
smooth
enough,
you
know
it
But
rough
that′s
why
the
middle
of
my
story
I
tell
E.B.
Nobody
beats
the
R,
check
out
my
melody
So
what
if
I′m
a
microphone
fiend
addicted
soon
as
I
sing
One
of
these
for
MC's
so
they
don′t
have
to
scream
I
couldn't
wait
to
take
the
mic,
flow
into
it
to
test
Then
let
my
melody
play
and
then
the
record
suggest
That
I′m
droppin'
bombs
but
I
stay
peace
and
calm
Any
MC
that
disagree
with
me
wave
your
arm
And
I′ll
break
when
I'm
through
breakin'
I′ll
leave
you
broke
Drop
the
mic
when
I′m
finished
and
watch
it
smoke
So
stand
back,
you
wanna
rap?
All
of
that
can
wait
I
won't
push,
I
won′t
beat
around
the
bush
I
wanna
break
upon
those
who
are
not
supposed
to
You
might
try
but
you
can't
get
close
to
Because
I′m
number
one,
competition
is
none
I'm
measured
with
the
heat
that′s
made
by
sun
Whether
playin'
ball
or
bobbin'
in
the
hall
I
just
writin′
my
name
in
graffiti
on
the
wall
You
shouldn′t
have
told
me
you
said
you
control
me
So
now
a
contest
is
what
you
owe
me
Pull
out
your
money,
pull
out
your
cut
Pull
up
a
chair
My
name
is
Rakim
Allah
and
R
and
A
stands
for
Ra
Switch
it
around,
but
still
comes
out
R
So
easily
will
I
E
M
C
E
E
My
repetition
of
words
is,
"Check
out
my
melody"
Some
bass
and
treble
is
moist,
scratchin'
and
cuttin′
a
voice
And
when
it's
mine
that′s
when
the
rhyme
is
always
choice
I
wouldn't
have
came
to
set
my
name
around
the
same
weak
shit
Puttin′
blurs
and
slurs
and
words
that
don't
fit
In
a
rhyme,
why
waste
time
on
the
microphone
I
take
this
more
serious
than
just
a
poem
Rockin'
party
to
party,
backyard
to
yard
Now
tear
it
up,
y′all
and
bless
the
mic
for
the
Gods
The
rhyme
is
rugged,
at
the
same
time
sharp
I
can
swing
off
anything
even
a
string
of
a
harp
Just
turn
it
on
and
start
rockin′,
mind
no
introduction
'Til
I
finish
droppin′
science,
no
interruption
When
I
approach
I
exercise
like
a
coach
Usin'
a
melody
and
add
numerous
notes
With
the
mic
and
the
R
A
K
I
M
It′s
a
task,
like
a
match
I
will
strike
again
Rhymes
are
poetically
kept
and
alphabetically
stepped
Put
in
order
to
pursue
with
the
momentum
except
I
say
one
rhyme
and
I
order
a
longer
rhyme
shorter
A
pause
but
don't
stop
the
tape
recorder
I′m
not
a
regular
competitor,
first
rhyme
editor
Melody
arranger,
poet,
etcetera
Extra
events,
the
grand
finale
like
bonus
I
am
the
man
they
call
the
microphonist
With
wisdom
which
means
wise
words
bein'
spoken
Too
many
at
one
time
watch
the
mic
start
smokin'
I
came
to
express
the
rap
I
manifest
Stand
in
my
way
and
I′ll
lead
a
words
protest
MC′s
that
wanna
be
dissed
they're
gonna
Be
dissed
if
they
don′t
get
from
in
fronta
All
they
can
go
get
is
me
a
glass
of
Moet
A
hard
time,
sip
your
juice
and
watch
a
smooth
poet
I
take
7 MC's
put
′em
in
a
line
And
add
7 more
brothas
who
think
they
can
rhyme
Well,
it'll
take
7 more
before
I
go
for
mine
And
that′s
21
MC's
ate
up
at
the
same
time
Easy
does
it,
do
it
easy,
that's
what
I′m
doin′
No
fessin',
no
messin′
around,
no
chewin'
No
robbin′,
no
buyin',
bitin′,
why
bother
This
slob'll
stop
tryin'
fightin′
to
follow
My
unusual
style
will
confuse
you
a
while
If
I
was
water,
I
flow
in
the
Nile
So
many
rhymes
you
won′t
have
time
to
go
for
your's
Just
because
of
a
′cause
I
have
to
pause
Right
after
tonight
is
when
I
prepare
To
catch
another
sucka
duck
MC
out
there
Cos
my
strategy
has
to
be
tragedy,
catastrophe
And
after
this
you'll
call
me,
"Your
majesty",
my
melody
Yes
my
melody
Eric
B
Marley
Marl
synthesized
it,
I
memorize
it
Eric
B
made
a
cut
and
advertised
it
My
melody′s
created
for
MC's
in
the
place
Who
try
to
listen
cos
I′m
dissin'
Take
off
your
necklace,
you
try
to
detect
my
pace
Now
you're
buggin′
over
off
my
rhyme
like
bass
The
melody
that
I′m
stylin',
smooth
as
a
violin
Rough
enough
to
break
New
York
from
Long
Island
My
wisdom
is
swift,
no
matter
if
My
momentum
is
slow,
MC′s
still
stand
stiff
I'm
genuine
like
leather,
don′t
try
to
be
clever
MC's
you′ll
beat
the
R,
I'll
say,
"Oh
never"
So,
Eric
B
cut
it
easily
and
check
out
my
melody
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