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Lyrics: Rakim. The 18th Letter / The Book Of Life. Guess Who's Back.

New York City, whaddup? Ya'll ready or what?
Check, I think they ready now, baby

It's the return of the Wild Style fashionist
Smashin' hits, make it hard to adapt to this
Put pizazz and jazz in this, and cash in this
Mastered this, flash this and make 'em clap to this

DJ's throw on cuts and obey the crowd
Just pump the volume up and play it loud
Hip-hop's embedded, before I said I wouldn't let it
But me and the microphone is still magnetic

Straight off the top, I knew I'd be forced to rock
Dance floors just stop, the spot's scorchin' hot
Hopin' I open Rakim Allah seminars
Massage at the bar, smokin' ten dollar cigars

While I admire midas, with more vision than TV's
I find it easy catchin' diabetes from fly sweeties
Sit back and wait to hear a slammin' track
Rockin' jams by popular demand, I'm back

I control the crowd, you know I hold it down
When it drop you know it's jiggy when you hear the sound
From town to town, until it's world renowned
And I rock New York City all year around

It's on, you can swerve when it's heard in clubs
Thought patterns displayed on Persian rugs
Equations are drawn up in paisley form
Mic it stay warm, my flow is Evian

Deep as a Nautilus, you stay dipped in Ra style
From the shores of Long Island to Panama Canal
Intellect pitches, new trends like a clothes designer
I'm in effect, quicker than medicines in China

Split the mic open, fill it with somethin' potent to go in
And take a toke then mental planes start floatin'
Hot science is smokin' altitudes cause chokin'
Product is hypnotic, you're soakin' and still smokin'

Better scenes than grams of amphetamines
Plans to scheme, means I'll forever fiend
Long as the mic is loud and the volumes are up

I control the crowd, you know I hold it down
When it drop you know it's jiggy when you hear the sound
From town to town, until it's world renowned
And I rock New York City all year around

I control the crowd, you know I hold it down
When it drop you know it's jiggy when you hear the sound
From town to town, until it's world renowned
And I rock New York City all year around

The 18th Letter / The Book