Heat It Up Rakim

[Hook] 2X
I keep the mic hot, I heat it up, kid
I keep the mic hot, I heat it up

[Verse 1]
Mic check y'all
Report to the floor
The crowd wanted more so I came in the door
The great Rakim, papermates to the pen
Knowledge is born and a light strikes again
Elements burst and gave birth to the verse
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
Now here come 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