Guess Who`s Back lyrics

Artist  : Rakim 
Song : Guess Who`s Back
 


"Once again back is the incredible" > Chuck
D

Yeah yeah
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
Dancefloors just stop,
the spot's scorchin hot
Hoping 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

*chorus*
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
reknowned
And I rock New York City all year
around

Check it out
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 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 is pumpin
I'ma move crowds to
2000

*chorus*

Yo, my rhymes and
lyrics, find spirits like a seance
Since fat
Cray-ons, I write and display chaos
My plan is
damage, the diagram to where the jam
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 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 write rhymes
align with the
stars, I come back to bless the
mic

*chorus* 2X
"Once again, back is
the incredible" --> Chuck D
Word up, Rakim
Allah the Microphone Fiend is back,
yaknahmean?
"Rakim Allah" --> Rakim
Till
death do us part
"Once again, back is the
incredible" --> Chuck D
It's on
"Rakim
Allah" --> Rakim
*CD sample, *Ra sample in
sequence to 3:50
"Once again back is the
incredible
The incredible, the
incredible
The incredible...
Once again
back is the incredible
Rhyme animal, the
incredible..." --> Chuck D