Still in Love Rakim

[Intro: Sample + Rakim]
("Still in love" repeated through out entire song)
Hey, yo, every time I hear some real hip-hop, man
I start thinking, I'm still in love, man, listen;

[Verse 1]
I'm in the booth like prison, head like piph
If music's like women, I'm whipped like a nymph
I love to keep it pushing, like the bass and speakers
Love hearing real hip hop, and making heaters
Born entertainer, armed with the flamer
If they bust shots, when they come on, its a banger
The place will lose it, boos shaking to it
True gangster music, screw face included
Macho lingo, the beat will remind you
Of the quatro cinco, or Cinco de Mayo
Put it in your car, turn the sound sky high
Drive down the block, sound like a drive-by
Keep chicks moving, heat keep them open
Put them in the mood, and they leave something broken
DJ set the scene true it in the club, soundtrack for the hood
Theme music from a thug

I told you, I'm still in love baby

[Verse 2]
Beat drop heavy every rhyme one ton
Streets not ready hurry, nine one one
Spot get frantic, too late to panic
The meteor, they can't stop from hitting the planet
Inside a nigga moral, Saddam and Osama, the horror
Without the bomb and no lama
Spitting at a show performing, vocals are swarming
Flow for flow like it's global-warming
I flood the market out I'm over your head now
Roll the carpet out, the drought's over and dead now
When I kill a track, the true stories
The cause of euphoria, the thriller's back
Next flow level, hip-hop lover
Dress code ghetto, lip pop cutter
Just an artist trying to rep the hardest
And make history, so not even death could part us, it's love
I'm still in love baby, still in love