paroles de chanson My Melody (Live) - Rakim

Verse One:

Turn up the bass, check out my melody, hand out a cigar
I'm letting 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 saying, I drop science like a scientist
My melody's in a code, the very next episode
Has the mic often distorting, ready to explode
I keep the mic in Fahrenheit, freeze MC's and make em colder
The listener's system is kicking like solar
As I memorize, advertise, like a poet
Keep you going when I'm flowing, 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'

Verse Two:

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 dropping bombs, but I stay peace and calm
Any MC that disagree with me just wave your arm
And I'll break, when I'm through breaking 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 playing ball or bobbing in the hall
I just writing 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, and I'ma tear shit up
My name is Rakim Allah, and R & 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, scratching and cutting a voice
And when it's mine that's when the rhyme is always choice
I wouldn't have came and said my name around the same weak shit
Putting 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
Rocking party to party, backyard to yard
Now tear it up, y'all, and bless the mic for the gods

Verse Three:

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 rocking, mind no introduction
Til I finish dropping science, no interruption
When I approach I exercise like a coach
Using 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 a 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

Verse Four:

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 being spoken
Too many at one time watch the mic start smoking
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 seven MC's put em in a line
And add seven more brothers who think they can rhyme
Well, it'll take seven 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 doing
No fessing, no messing around, no chewing
No robbing, no buying, biting, why borrow
This slob'll stop trying fighting 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 yours
Just because of a cause I have to pause
Right after tonight is when I prepare
To catch another sucker duck MC out there
Cos my strategy has to be tragedy, catastrophe
And after this you'll call me your majesty
My melody...

Verse Five:

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 dissing?
? 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 styling, 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...