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Musical Massacre by Rakim Take that microphone from that kid and heat it up

I keep the mic hot, I heat it up, kid
I keep the mic hot, I heat it up
I keep the mic hot, I heat it up

Mic check, y'all, then throw it to the floor
The crowd wanted more so I came in the door
The great Rakim paper mates to the pen
Knowledge is born and the light strikes again

Elements burst and gave birth to the first
Get the pen from the nurse and hook the mic up first
When it absolutely, positively has to be there on time
I deliver a rhyme

The heckler of hip hop, hop to this one
I got more, kid, they hate to miss one
Style got jazz and the crowd's out of control
'Cause I've got the mic and I've got the soul

New York's own microphone technician
Thoughts'll give 'em visions, style'll make you listen
Devastates the ear, my opponents can't see me
I gave 'em directions but wrote it in graffiti

But they wanna know my m.o., ease back though
They want the exact flow, then study my steelo
Sketch the skit but they still can't see what I did
I heat the mic up, kid

I keep the mic hot, I heat it up, kid
I keep the mic hot, I heat it up
I keep the mic hot, I heat it up
I keep the mic hot, I heat it up
I keep the mic hot, I heat it up

Then I explode with a song with a original form
Or I'll perform it at high mode, they want the code
Destroyed the blueprints and documents and hits
Crews been, umm, looking for clues ever since

Beats start brewing up, rhymes is rough
Stages and microphones self-destruct
And when you thought you had the format down pat
You get kicked back to the doormat with that

'Cause I've got a high tech style with know-how
Select the file, watch the crowd go wild
Bad beats to bless the females' finesse
Points shot stress causing cardiac arrest

Mics too hot for you to told in your hands
Now they sell 'em with fifteen fans and mic stands
Mine still overheats, if you touch it you can see what I did
I heat the mic up, kid

I keep the mic hot, I heat it up, kid
I keep the mic hot, I heat it up
I keep the mic hot, I heat it up
I keep the mic hot, I heat it up
I keep the mic hot, I heat it up

If his opponents'll run a rap, tell 'em ease back
I've got a knapsack with hip hop attacks
Stacks of artifacts, formats in the act
Tracks after macs and you can't relax

Rakim's equipped with penmanship
Left my pen mate, I could graduate from Penn State
I could take any trade and make a high grade
Even get extra credit when the rhyme's displayed

As soon as I manifest, they cheat off my test
Surround my desk and then stress the progress
But they miss the point, forget the skit
I'll bust your lip if you rip the script

Brother's ain't cool and I'ma smoke up the room
And I've got a crew called the last platoon
Figure it out, kid, problem's coming
Emcees are running 'cause I'm the gunman

Extremely dangerous I bust rhymes into the crowd
And watch 'em all scream out loud
Aww, man, and then I slam like a batteram
Ra got the plan with your favorite jam

I keep the mic hot, I heat it up, kid
I keep the mic hot, I heat it up
I keep the mic hot, I heat it up
I keep the mic hot, I heat it up
I keep the mic hot, I heat it up

The last platoon
Rakim
You know what I mean?
And I'm out