Guess Who's Back?

Yeah, yeah (once again, back is the incredible)
 It's the return of the Wild Style fashionist
 Smashin' hits, make it hard to adapt to this
 Put pizzazz 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'll open Rakim Allah seminars
 Massage at the bar, smokin' ten-dollar cigars
 While I admire MIDI, with more vision than TVs
 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 Ra 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, so 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's 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'
 Showin' better scenes than grams of amphetamines
 Plans to scheme, means I'll forever fiend
 Long as the mic is loud and the volume's pumpin'
 I'ma move crowds to 2000 and somethin'
 I control the crowd, you know Ra 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 (yo)
 My rhymes and lyrics find spirits like a séance
 Since fat crayons, I write and display chaos
 My plan is damage, the diagram to where the jam is
 I take advantage until the crowd go bananas
 What a rush! I hear cuts, then I lust to touch
 Microphones get clutched by the illustrious
 Word spread, I inherited many ways to say the unsaid
 Born with three 7's in my head
 In time, no one can seem to blow your mind as far as this
 To find, you'll need philosophers and anthropologists
 Astrologists, professors from your smartest colleges
 With knowledge of scholarships, when Ra be droppin' this
 Some of the things that I know will be in your next bible
 When I die, go bury me and my notebook in Cairo
 With the great God from Egypt, manifest, was writin' rhymes
 Align with the stars, I come back to bless the mic
 I control the crowd, you know Ra 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 Ra 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
 (Once again, back is the incredible) word up, Rakim Allah the Microphone Fiend is back
 Yaknahmean? (Rakim Allah)
 'Til death do us part, it's on (once again, back is the incredible)
 (Rakim Allah)
 Once again, back is the incredible (Rakim Allah)
 Once again, back is the incredible (Rakim Allah)
 Once again, back is the incredible (Rakim Allah)
 Once again, back is the incredible (Rakim Allah)
 Once again, back is the incredible (Rakim Allah)
 Once again, back is the incredible (Rakim Allah)
 Once again, back is the incredible (Rakim Allah)
 Once again, back is the incredible (Rakim Allah)
 Once again, back is the incredible (Rakim Allah)
 Once again back is the incredible
 The incredible, the incredible, the incredible
 Once again, back is the incredible
 Rhyme animal, the incredible