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(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 y'all 
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 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 

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 I'll 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 I've 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 opponents'll run a rap, tell 'em ease back 
I've got a knapsack with hip hop attacks 
Stacks of artifacts, formats in the act 
Tracks after macs, and you can't relax 
Rakim's 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 rhyme's 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 
I'll bust your lip if you rip the script 
Brother's ain't cool and I'mma smoke up the room 
And I've got a crew called the last platoon 
Figure it out kid, problems coming 
Emcees are running cause I'm 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 I'm out

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