歌曲 | When I'm Flowin' |
歌手 | Rakim |
专辑 | The 18th Letter / The Book Of Life |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Yes yes y'all, check it out y'all (repeat 2x) | |
Chorus:rakim | |
(yo) i find a show, rhyme til it's time to go | |
I'm designed to blow, my mind's inclined to flow | |
Yo, my m.o., makin all kind of dough | |
From the info that rakim show, y'know? | |
Verse one: rakim | |
Yes yes y'all, i still fiend by any means | |
To flow, and i go through extremes don't intervene | |
My adventures show like a three dimensional screen | |
Cause i mention many things and i'm presentin many scenes | |
Guess i'm telegraphic, motions energentic | |
Better tell em forget it, cause i'm telekinetic | |
Crowds is screamin, i choke the mic and keep squeezin | |
Styles seemin like i used a thousand words without breathin | |
Bustin techs like russian roulette i doubt you win | |
Freestyles like hand grenades without the pin | |
Composin, then leave the mic full of corrosion | |
Don't test this, or best to expects this explosion | |
At shows i spit flows with seven deadly venoms | |
Killin syllables with poisonous synonyms in em | |
Ideas is blowin, mics is blowin | |
From what i'm showin, see it, i keep it goin when i'm flowin | |
Chorus | |
Verse two: rakim | |
When i'm flowin, theoretically speakin like a drummer | |
I take you through the streets to the parks in the summer | |
Or illustrate, a time and place you never been in | |
And make you focus on the future after seein the beginning | |
And my style wilds, like miles on the trumpet | |
Volume dial was kind of low, need to pump it | |
Up another notch turn the dial til it stops | |
More watts you got, more things to watch | |
Third eye's wide open, you're focused on the theory | |
Keep scopin til you hear me, words is spoken clearly | |
It's no smokescreens on the scenes that i'm showin | |
Man i keep it goin, damn i keep it flowin | |
Chorus 2x | |
Verse three: rakim | |
Two pages cause panic, freestyles is frantic | |
Thoughts is organic, flow is aerodynamic | |
Mic is volcanic, rhymes spread across the planet | |
I send out the scribe now the vibes gigantic | |
Now, i'm internationally known, mental capacities blown | |
I hope your microphone's accident prone | |
Raw footage is shown, but only showin scenes of my own | |
Leavin your periphereal vision in a zone | |
But not the twilight, from the insight that i write | |
And recite, in my mic'll be bright, cause i like | |
The night glowin, it's out of sight when i'm showin | |
Man i keep it goin, damn i keep it flowin | |
Chorus 2x | |
Verse four: rakim | |
Yo, accurate tactics "make em clap to this" | |
When i "move the crowd", my "rhythm" still don't miss | |
Breeze through melodies cause "it's been a long time" | |
My "lyrics" is "fury" and rappers hate to hear me rhyme | |
Every antidote that i quote, is "no joke" | |
Nobody's smilin "in the ghetto" from the notes i wrote | |
My high techniques wreck and disrepect beats | |
Have you "follow-in the leader" up and down the streets | |
So "kick along" as i rip a song with pull | |
As the rhyme goes on i get "paid in full" | |
It's rakim, i'm indicatin rhymes for the showin | |
Check it out y'all, i keep it goin when i'm flowin | |
Chorus 2x | |
Straight up, rakim allah the fiend of the microphone still flowin | |
You know? one love to ? comin through your livin room soon, straight up | |
?, one love | |
The whole tri-state, one love | |
Rakim allah baby, y'know? | |
It's on, what, check it out y'all, check it out |
Yes yes y' all, check it out y' all repeat 2x | |
Chorus: rakim | |
yo i find a show, rhyme til it' s time to go | |
I' m designed to blow, my mind' s inclined to flow | |
Yo, my m. o., makin all kind of dough | |
From the info that rakim show, y' know? | |
Verse one: rakim | |
Yes yes y' all, i still fiend by any means | |
To flow, and i go through extremes don' t intervene | |
My adventures show like a three dimensional screen | |
Cause i mention many things and i' m presentin many scenes | |
Guess i' m telegraphic, motions energentic | |
Better tell em forget it, cause i' m telekinetic | |
Crowds is screamin, i choke the mic and keep squeezin | |
Styles seemin like i used a thousand words without breathin | |
Bustin techs like russian roulette i doubt you win | |
Freestyles like hand grenades without the pin | |
Composin, then leave the mic full of corrosion | |
Don' t test this, or best to expects this explosion | |
At shows i spit flows with seven deadly venoms | |
Killin syllables with poisonous synonyms in em | |
Ideas is blowin, mics is blowin | |
From what i' m showin, see it, i keep it goin when i' m flowin | |
Chorus | |
Verse two: rakim | |
When i' m flowin, theoretically speakin like a drummer | |
I take you through the streets to the parks in the summer | |
Or illustrate, a time and place you never been in | |
And make you focus on the future after seein the beginning | |
And my style wilds, like miles on the trumpet | |
Volume dial was kind of low, need to pump it | |
Up another notch turn the dial til it stops | |
More watts you got, more things to watch | |
Third eye' s wide open, you' re focused on the theory | |
Keep scopin til you hear me, words is spoken clearly | |
It' s no smokescreens on the scenes that i' m showin | |
Man i keep it goin, damn i keep it flowin | |
Chorus 2x | |
Verse three: rakim | |
Two pages cause panic, freestyles is frantic | |
Thoughts is organic, flow is aerodynamic | |
Mic is volcanic, rhymes spread across the planet | |
I send out the scribe now the vibes gigantic | |
Now, i' m internationally known, mental capacities blown | |
I hope your microphone' s accident prone | |
Raw footage is shown, but only showin scenes of my own | |
Leavin your periphereal vision in a zone | |
But not the twilight, from the insight that i write | |
And recite, in my mic' ll be bright, cause i like | |
The night glowin, it' s out of sight when i' m showin | |
Man i keep it goin, damn i keep it flowin | |
Chorus 2x | |
Verse four: rakim | |
Yo, accurate tactics " make em clap to this" | |
When i " move the crowd", my " rhythm" still don' t miss | |
Breeze through melodies cause " it' s been a long time" | |
My " lyrics" is " fury" and rappers hate to hear me rhyme | |
Every antidote that i quote, is " no joke" | |
Nobody' s smilin " in the ghetto" from the notes i wrote | |
My high techniques wreck and disrepect beats | |
Have you " followin the leader" up and down the streets | |
So " kick along" as i rip a song with pull | |
As the rhyme goes on i get " paid in full" | |
It' s rakim, i' m indicatin rhymes for the showin | |
Check it out y' all, i keep it goin when i' m flowin | |
Chorus 2x | |
Straight up, rakim allah the fiend of the microphone still flowin | |
You know? one love to ? comin through your livin room soon, straight up | |
?, one love | |
The whole tristate, one love | |
Rakim allah baby, y' know? | |
It' s on, what, check it out y' all, check it out |
Yes yes y' all, check it out y' all repeat 2x | |
Chorus: rakim | |
yo i find a show, rhyme til it' s time to go | |
I' m designed to blow, my mind' s inclined to flow | |
Yo, my m. o., makin all kind of dough | |
From the info that rakim show, y' know? | |
Verse one: rakim | |
Yes yes y' all, i still fiend by any means | |
To flow, and i go through extremes don' t intervene | |
My adventures show like a three dimensional screen | |
Cause i mention many things and i' m presentin many scenes | |
Guess i' m telegraphic, motions energentic | |
Better tell em forget it, cause i' m telekinetic | |
Crowds is screamin, i choke the mic and keep squeezin | |
Styles seemin like i used a thousand words without breathin | |
Bustin techs like russian roulette i doubt you win | |
Freestyles like hand grenades without the pin | |
Composin, then leave the mic full of corrosion | |
Don' t test this, or best to expects this explosion | |
At shows i spit flows with seven deadly venoms | |
Killin syllables with poisonous synonyms in em | |
Ideas is blowin, mics is blowin | |
From what i' m showin, see it, i keep it goin when i' m flowin | |
Chorus | |
Verse two: rakim | |
When i' m flowin, theoretically speakin like a drummer | |
I take you through the streets to the parks in the summer | |
Or illustrate, a time and place you never been in | |
And make you focus on the future after seein the beginning | |
And my style wilds, like miles on the trumpet | |
Volume dial was kind of low, need to pump it | |
Up another notch turn the dial til it stops | |
More watts you got, more things to watch | |
Third eye' s wide open, you' re focused on the theory | |
Keep scopin til you hear me, words is spoken clearly | |
It' s no smokescreens on the scenes that i' m showin | |
Man i keep it goin, damn i keep it flowin | |
Chorus 2x | |
Verse three: rakim | |
Two pages cause panic, freestyles is frantic | |
Thoughts is organic, flow is aerodynamic | |
Mic is volcanic, rhymes spread across the planet | |
I send out the scribe now the vibes gigantic | |
Now, i' m internationally known, mental capacities blown | |
I hope your microphone' s accident prone | |
Raw footage is shown, but only showin scenes of my own | |
Leavin your periphereal vision in a zone | |
But not the twilight, from the insight that i write | |
And recite, in my mic' ll be bright, cause i like | |
The night glowin, it' s out of sight when i' m showin | |
Man i keep it goin, damn i keep it flowin | |
Chorus 2x | |
Verse four: rakim | |
Yo, accurate tactics " make em clap to this" | |
When i " move the crowd", my " rhythm" still don' t miss | |
Breeze through melodies cause " it' s been a long time" | |
My " lyrics" is " fury" and rappers hate to hear me rhyme | |
Every antidote that i quote, is " no joke" | |
Nobody' s smilin " in the ghetto" from the notes i wrote | |
My high techniques wreck and disrepect beats | |
Have you " followin the leader" up and down the streets | |
So " kick along" as i rip a song with pull | |
As the rhyme goes on i get " paid in full" | |
It' s rakim, i' m indicatin rhymes for the showin | |
Check it out y' all, i keep it goin when i' m flowin | |
Chorus 2x | |
Straight up, rakim allah the fiend of the microphone still flowin | |
You know? one love to ? comin through your livin room soon, straight up | |
?, one love | |
The whole tristate, one love | |
Rakim allah baby, y' know? | |
It' s on, what, check it out y' all, check it out |