Rakim When I B on Tha Mic Lyrics
            [Intro/Hook: DJ Premier scratches]
            {Hardcore...real ill n____s}
            {I'm internationally known}
            {When I be on the mic}
            {Hardcore...real ill n____s}
            {I'm internationally known, yo}
            {Hardcore...real ill n____s}
            {I'm internationally known}
            {When I be on the mic}
            {Hardcore...real ill n____s}
            {So all hail the honorable}...
        
            It's to my real ill n____s, heavyweight hitters
            Dough getters, fifty ways to make figures
            My n____s, that come on the spot to feel sisters
            Like they hear real spitters and kids on the zigga-ziggas
            When it's ugly, then the club is lovely
            Thugs be sipping Henessey and bubbly
            To my comrades that keep it flaming hot
            On dangerous blocks, claiming spots
            Where the goal is to be one of the top-ranked soldiers
            Forty-five holders, one of the high rollers
            Get respect in the hood, credit is good
            Knock it down lumberjack style, baby, extra wood
            Rock it all night long, the bang-a-thon baby
            Keep hanging on, we like it with the lights on
            Don't have to blow twenty thou' to get to know honey's style
            Show her the town, steal her heart, no money down.
        
            [Hook]
        
            How about some hardcore, yeah we like it raw for sure
            Broads on the floor, wall to wall
            There's more at the door, players ball to score
            'Cause this right here is for all of y'all
            Rakim and Primo, yo I got what you need bro
            You go see a show, smoke an L, mean yo
            And DJ's play hits with hard bass kicks
            And then they display tricks like The Matrix
            Make the record fly undetected by the naked eye
            So just feel the vibe 'cause your ears never lie
            Nowadays DJ's bags of tricks, graphic
            On some behind the back s___, catch it and scratch it
            Classic, this kid got his craft mastered
            Hands is mad quick like he mix with magic
            Spin it back and forth and grab it, and know just where it is...
            There it is!
        
            [Hook]
        
            To my elite peeps with the murderous mystiques
            I hit the streets with beats and they critique for weeks
            They be like 'How that kid Ra reach the peak?'
            Pull out the heat and use my technique to speak
            It's dangerous, sit calm and explain to kids
            What part of the game this is and foreign languages
            They hold Ra's events in different continents
            Put my lyrical contents in monuments
            In ghetto garments, I rock a towel like a pharaoh
            Mind travel, design style like apparel
            My fashions last long as a lifetime
            Cause I can see the future when the God write rhymes
            They're mad cause I managed to reign so long
            Like their chance to make money done came and gone
            This is strictly for my listeners on the corners at night
            And the sisters that be keeping this right, when I be on the mic.
        
            [Hook]
        
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