Текст песни My Melody - Rakim , Eric B.
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
at
Fahrenheit,
freeze
emcees
then
make
'em
colder
The
listener's
system
is
kickin'
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
mural
on
my
story
I
tell
will
be
Nobody
beats
the
R,
check
out
my
melody
Ch-ch-ch-check
out
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melody
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out
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melody
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melody
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out
my
melody
So
what,
I'm
a
microphone
fiend,
addicted
soon
as
I
seen
One
of
these
four
emcees
so
they
don't
have
to
scream
I
couldn't
wait
to
take
the
mic,
blow
into
it
to
test
Then
let
my
melody
play,
then
the
record
suggest
That
I'm
dropping
bombs,
but
I
stay
peace
and
calm
Any
MC
that
disagree
with
me,
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
Or
just
writing
my
name
in
graffiti
on
the
wall
They
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,
it
still
comes
out
"R"
So
easily
will
I
E-M-C-E-E
A
repetition
of
words,
just
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
to
set
my
name
and
run
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
Rock
from
party
to
party,
backyard
to
yard
Now
tear
it
up,
y'all,
and
bless
the
mic
for
the
gods
Ch-ch-ch-check
out
my
melody
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melody
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melody
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my
melody
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
And
with
the
mic
and
the
R-A-K-I-M
It's
attached,
like
a
match,
I
will
strike
again
Rhymes
are
poetically
kept
and
alphabetically
stepped
Put
in
a
order
to
proceed
with
the
momentum,
except
I
say
one
rhyme
out
of
order,
a
longer
rhyme
shorter
Or
pause,
but
don't
stop
the
tape
recorder
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melody
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melody
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melody
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melody
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melody
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melody
I'm
not
a
regular
competitor,
first
rhyme
editor
Melody
arranger,
poet
et
cetera
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
veto
all
the
word's
protest
Emcees
that
wanna
be
best,
they're
gonna
Be
dissed
if
they
don't
get
from
in
front
of
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
emcees
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
Now
that's
twenty-one
emcees
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
or
buying,
biting-why
borrow?
This
slob
will
stop
trying,
fighting
to
follow
My
unusual
style
will
confuse
you
a
while
If
I
was
water,
I'd
flow
in
the
Nile
So
many
rhymes,
you
won't
have
time
to
go
for
yours
Just
because
of
applause,
I
have
to
pause
Right
after
tonight
is
when
I
prepare
To
catch
another
sucker
duck
emcee
out
there
'Cause
my
strategy
has
to
be
tragedy,
catastrophe
And
after
this
you'll
call
me
your
majesty
My
melody
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out
my
melody
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my
melody
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out
my
melody
I
repeat
Ch-ch-ch-check
out
my
melody
Marley
Marl
synthesized
it,
I
memorized
it
Eric
B
made
a
cut
and
advertised
it
My
melody's
created
for
emcees
in
the
place
They
try
to
listen
'cause
I'm
dissin'
them,
so
pick
up
your
face
Shook
off
your
neck
as
you
try
to
detect
my
pace
Now
you're
druggin',
almost
buggin'
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,
emcees
still
stand
stiff
I'm
genuine
like
leather,
inclined
to
be
clever
Emcees
you
beat
the
R,
I'll
say
"oh
never"
So
Eric
B,
cut
it
easily
and
Check
out
my
melody
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