Rakim - Heat It Up

I keep the mic hot , i heat it up kid ! Rakim - Heat It Up ! One of his best joints (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 yall 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 crowds out of control Cause Ive got the mic and Ive got the soul New yorks own microphone technician Thoughtsll give em visions Stylell make you listen Devastates the ear, my opponents cant 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 cant 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 Ill 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 Ive 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 opponentsll run a rap, tell em ease back Ive got a knapsack with hip hop attacks Stacks of artifacts, formats in the act Tracks after macs, and you cant relax Rakims 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 rhymes 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 Ill bust your lip if you rip the script Brothers aint cool and imma smoke up the room And Ive got a crew called the last platoon Figure it out kid, problems coming Emcees are running cause Im 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 Im out Cover Art made by: Me