Heat It Up lyrics

Artist  : Rakim 
Song : Heat It Up
 


(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
(x2)

Mic check y'all
Then throw it to
the floor
The crowd wanted more so I came in
the door
The great Rakim papermates 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 (x4)

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,
um, 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
(x4)

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 penmate, 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'mma smoke up
the room
And I've got a crew called the last
platoon
Figure it out kid, problems
coming
Emcees are running cause I'm the
gunman
Extremely dangerous I bust rhymes into
the crowd
And watch 'em all scream out
loud
Aw 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
(x4)

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