Rakims most underrated song.

[aka 80's Kid]

What, uhh, yo
Just when things seemed the same, and the whole scene is lame
I come and reign with the unexplained for the brains 'til things change
They strain to sling slang, I'm trained to bring game
History that I arranged been regained by King James
Go to practice, with tactics, when the track hits, theatrics
Women that look like actress the status of Cleopatra's
Stacks of mathematics took the ?ego-a-geatics?
As I find out, what the facts is, for geographic
No time to sip Mo's with hostess, never mind what the total gross is
I rip shows, stay focused, and split cheese, with soldiers
While you hit trees and coast I spit flows that be ferocious
And with these explosives, I split seas for Moses
Shine permanently only my mind's concernin me
Fire burns in me eternally time's eternity
Followers turn on me they'll be in a mental infirmary
Determinely advance technology better than Germany
Since the first days you know of, till the last days is over
I was always the flow-er, I made waves for Noah
From a compound, to the anatomy, to the breakdown of a atom
Some of my rap patterns, still surround Saturn
From the ancient hieroglyphics, to graffiti painted pictures
I study I know the scriptures but nowaday ain't it vicious
Date back I go beyond, check the holy Qu'ran
To speeches at the autobahn, now we get our party on
So being benificent, I bless em with dialogue
They expectin the next testament, by the God
I roam through battlezones with chrome for chaperone
Blast beat with saxophones one of the baddest rappers known
Every country city and borough, sidestreet and ghetto
Isle and alley and meadow, theories thorough enough to echo
When it was one mass of land, with one nash' of man
And the whole mass was ran under one master plan
Since the world's metamorphis, and the plan is kept in orbit
Turntables we spin awkward but needles never skip off it
Rhythms we expressin similar to our ancestors
It'll answer your questions if you understand the message
From the days of the slave choppers, to the new age of prophets
As heavy as hip-hop is I'm always ready to drop it
From the mind which is one of Allah's best designs
And mines'll stand the test of time, when I rhyme

The 18th Letter, the prophecy professor
I stay clever, long as the planet stay together
Bring up praise from Mecca, make a phrase for the better
In new days to remember, always and forever
(repeat 2X)

[5 Grand]

what song is that?

[watchu know?]

The 18th Letter...that whole f*ckin' album is underrated...

When I'm Flowin=

Guess Who's Back= (my favorite Clark Kent beat)

[Ski Hat]

Nah.......
competition is none,I remain on the top like the sun,
and I burn whoever come in the chambers of torture I caught ya,you shouldve brought ya-neighborhood to support ya,
cause no one in my path can withstand- under the pressure the wrath of the swift man,
you name the day, the grounds could be nuetral,
speak ya peace cause the feelings is mutual,
we can go topic for topic whenever I drop it, try to stop it,
in other words, what the brother heard, he tried to catch it but what occured,
it was too much weight for one brain to take,
tried to concentrate, maintain and elevate,
from gram to ounce then pound to pound,
the matter of weight cant hold my mind down,
permanent damage I do away with,
no time for fun cause I dont play with,
competitors, theres only one when Im done......competition is none


Competition is none, Im the soul survivor,
MCs get live but I get liver,
It aint in Memorex live in concert in every network the R's the expert,
whoever goes against causes friction, introduction music where's the mixin'?
Rah will never die,soon they'll never try, to beat or defeat me because whenever I,put poetry in motion,from the Nile then out into the ocean,
3/4 of water makes 7 seas, a 1/3 of land 360 degrees,
I circulate and remain to rotate 7 days a week at a quick or a slow rate,
be prepared whenever I come, competition is none.....................

The creator of the alphabet, let's communicate,so when I translate the situation's straight,
no dictionary neccessarily used, big words dont do nothin' but confuse and lose,
from the 1st step my concept kept, til the end of the rhyme it gets more in depth, all thoughts that come across my minds the source, made by the R of course,
7 holes in my face as Im looking out my window,
speak with the beat and it seems the wind blows,
throught the speakers I hear it so pump this and we can fill up the whole circumference, with competiton, on a impossible mission,
coming up with nothing? Keep fishing,
no runner up, just loss and forfiets, they all get butterflies so as the door gets,
unlocked, lines for blocks and blocks, they might be trifilin' so call the cops,
bring along paramedics, but that wont help you not even calisthenics,
Im God, G is the 7th letter made,
raining on rappers theres no parade,
so if you aint wise then dont even come, competition is none.............



Most slept on Rakim joint ever.

[aka 80's Kid]

^^^^^^Ooooooo, hot very hot, but I still got to go with 18th letter. Not only the lyrics but the flow and the beat are off the meter.