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