[Verse 1] It's Mr. Lowkey you need to go see The host by far a mostly O.T With a brand new show but you know how the flow be Cause when I swerve, you observe it closely If you smoke trees, smoke more than an OZ Mix any kind of dope with me, you OD You get the CD, LP, C-O-D Poetry cause you to fully load the V Drop place to place be crazy over me Even different nationalities, overseas However do a don't emcee, you know me (My name is Rakim Allah) G-O-D She know she D-O-E, so show me Even with no j**elry she call me Goldie Like a Jacuzzi she overheat an OG Like sushi swimmin' in a open sea (I'm comin') [Instrumental Scratches] "The R" "Rakim is on the mic" "I'm the R, the A, to the K-I-M" "The most popular demand and rap cla**ic" "If I wasn't then why would I say I am?" [Verse 2] She said it's the same since I came and rained, it's still hard You can stimulate the brain, feel the God It's hard to go against the grain, it's real large Drive'em insane leave dames in silk bras Plus real cups spill, spill that bars What's the deal? Kids with Hennessy grills, they feel charged And you know what time it is? It's still Ra's When I do a show real far they steal cars Stages of battle field reveal your scars Train hard, cause this is a game with ill squads Play with pain and gain a couple of yards And if you know the deal, you can deal the cards
And appeal to broads with jobs and OV-E-OD's Body parts like buns of steel and spa's Then we can kick the blahzay blah, smoke a cigar While I get ma-na-ma**age I'm comin' [Instrumental Scratches] "The R" "Rakim is on the mic" "I'm the R, the A, to the K-I-M" "The most popular demand and rap cla**ic" "If I wasn't then why would I say I am?" [Verse 3] From the inner city to the suburbs, the street poet The most jiggiest kid with words, and peeps know it They've read about it and heard, plus TV show it So how do I reserve my swerve? I low pro it Now there eager to know just how deep the flow get I don't know yet, sometime the flow be so wet Spit a tech that will effect quicker than Moet Or high as anything you smoke yet, go ahead roll it Any microphone I hold, my heat blow it My M.O. is make more dough till I can't fold it Anything I see or touch, I wanna own it Drop a j**el in baby girl ear, now she my co-ed I re-load and she keep the candy coated And when she know she can't control it She tell me she about to blow at any moment Well go ahead baby I can't hold it (I'm comin') [Instrumental Scratches] "The R" "Rakim is on the mic" "I'm the R, the A, to the K-I-M" "The most popular demand and rap cla**ic" "If I wasn't then why would I say I am?"