[Verse 1] A-yo, who's the most explosive one yet? The a roundest one left Who flows express to them rhythm drum set ain't done yet? Flow like a trumpet to your eardrum are deaf Who pose a threat? Yo- who's more ferocious- none yet To the night damn set mic trends and life ends In sight, I see the whole world through a tight lens Rhymes I write wins and kept a white Benz Spend G's like hundreds and hundreds like tens I get paid, Black, but laid back with mild manners When I flip it's the opposite of dark Bruce Banner Out the lab with soul and melodies in your ear And just when it all seem clear I disappear All you gotta do is holler Reappear like vol-la the street scholar I'm 40 deep like Ali Baba Give the mamas something to talk about in the beauty parlor Keep it hot like lava, yeah It's Rakim Allah [Hook] I know you find it hard to believe that I am the genie of the mic an I can do anything you wish but Right now I'm commanding you to dance [Verse 2] Ready to dance y'all, my magic carpet's the dance floor Last chance y'all even if you can't ball What part don't you understand? Your wish is my command And I'm a rock a jam by popular demand You gone love this, it's marvelous, baby It gotta thug's twist-it start to get crazy It's off the meat rack- can't keep my peeps back Speak raps and I freak tracks for these cats I got a fetish for puttin' together words and letters It ain't all about the cheddars and y'all know where my head is Ghetto scriptures for my little brothers and sisters And still get vicious for the thugs and the Misses What I don't do is talk about the same old thing When I come through, I drop it, and they gone swing I bring the ladies joy until they make crazy noise Cuz the beat's bangin'- I'm born to blaze, baby boy [Hook] [Verse 3] The editor, forevermore the predator I set it off, spread a war like never before Spit literatures like a ghetto braud raw to cause ? 'till menopause With raw metaphors, I set it off But I just begun the best is yet to come Blessed with a majestic tongue since I was young But I was stressed for funds and obsessed with guns Test the one, let Allah protect your son Cause I'm the musical magician, the Asiatic author The microphone magician when I have a magic marker, a mentor You can explore, every sentence is a tour The inventor is more than adventure You'll be blown away, in the zone when it play It's so ill, I still grab the microphone and say One of my own displays like I'm known to blaze And I bet rhyme pays until I'm old and gray [Hook]