Saturday, April 7, 2012

Paid in Full (4th & B'Way, 1987) by Eric B. & Rakim

"I ain't no joke, I use to let the mic smoke/Now I slam it when I'm done and make sure it's broke/When I'm gone, no on gets on, cause I won't let/nobody press up, and mess up, the scene I set/I like to stand in the crowd, and watch the people wonder "Damn!"/But think about it, then you'll understand/I'm just an addict, addicted to music/Maybe it's a habit, I gotta use it/Even if it's jazz or the quiet storm/I hook a beat up, convert it into hip-hop form/Write a rhyme in grafitti and, every show you see me in/Deep concentration, cause I'm no comedian/Jokers are wild, if you wanna be tamed/I treat you like a child, then you're gonna be named/Another enemy, not even a friend of me/Cause you'll get fried in the end, when you pretend to be competing, cause I just put your mind on pause/And I complete when, you compare my rhyme with yours/I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned/Remember me?  The one you got your idea from/But soon you start to suffer, the tune'll get rougher/When you start to stutter, that's when you had enough of/biting it'll make you choke, you can't provoke/You can't cope, you shoulda broke, because I ain't no joke {*echoes*}"
-Rakim, "I Ain't No Joke"


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