My Melody Songtext
von Eric B. & Rakim

Turn up the bass, check out my melody, hand out a cigar
I′m lettin' knowledge be born, and my name′s the R
A-K-I-M, not like the rest of them, I'm not on a list
Catch what I'm sayin′, I drop science like a scientist
My melody′s in a code, the very next episode
Has the mic often distortin', ready to explode

I keep the mic at Fahrenheit, freeze emcees to make ′em col'er
The listener′s system is kickin' like solar
As I memorize, advertise, like a poet
Keep you goin′, when I'm flowin', smooth enough, you know it
But rough, that′s why the mural of my story I tell′ll be
Nobody beats the R, check out my melody

Ch-ch-ch-check out my, check out, check out my melody
Ch-ch-ch-check out, check out, check, check out my melody
Ch-ch-ch-check out my, check out, check out melody
Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-check out my melody


So what, I'm a microphone fiend, addicted soon as I seen
One of these, four emcees, so they don′t have to scream
I couldn't wait to take the mic, blow into it to test
Then let my melody play, then the record suggest
That I′m dropping bombs, but I stay peace and calm
Any emcee that disagree wit' me, wave your arm
And I′ll break, when I'm through breakin', I′ll leave ya broke
Drop the mic when I′m finished, and watch it smoke

So stand back, you wanna rap, all of that can wait
I won't push, I won′t beat around the bush
I wanna break upon those who are not supposed to
You might try but you can't get close to
Because I′m number one, competition is none
I'm measured with the heat that′s made by sun
Whether playin' ball, or bobbin' in the hall
Or just writin′ my name, in graffiti on the wall

They shouldn′t have told me, you said you control me
So now a contest, is what you owe me
Pull out your money, pull out your cut
Pull up a chair
My name is Rakim Allah, and R and A stands for "Ra"
Switch it around, it still comes out "R"
So easily will I E-M-C-E-E
My repetition of words, is check out my melody


Some bass and treble is moist, scratchin' and cuttin′ a voice
And when it's mine that′s when the rhyme is always choice
I wouldn't have came and said my name and run the same weak s—t
Puttin′ blurs and slurs and words that don't fit
In a rhyme, why waste time on the microphone
I take this more serious than just a poem
Rock from party to party, backyard to yard
Now tear it up y'all, and bless the mic for the gods

Check out, ch-ch-check out my, check out, check out my melody
Ch-ch-ch-check out my, check out, check out my melody
Ch-ch-ch-check out my, check out my, check out my melody
Ch-ch-ch-ch-check out my, check out, check out my melody

The rhyme is rugged, at the same time sharp
I can swing off anything even a string of a harp
Just turn it on and start rockin′, mine, no introduction
′Til I finish dropping science, no interruption
When I approach, I exercise like a coach
Using a melody, and add numerous a' notes

So when the mic and the R-A-K-I-M
Is attached, like a match, I will strike again
Rhymes are poetically kept, and alphabetically stepped
Put in a order to proceed with the momentum, except
I say one rhyme out of order, a longer rhyme shorter
Or pause, but don′t stop the tape recorder

Ch-ch-ch-check out my, check out, check out my melody
Ch-ch-ch-check out my, check out, check out my melody
Ch-ch-ch-check out my, check out my, check out, check out my melody
Ch-ch-ch-ch-check out my, check out, check out my melody

Ch-ch-ch-check out my, check out, check out my melody
Ch-ch-ch-check out my, check out, check out my melody
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I'm not a regular competitor, first rhyme editor
Melody arranger, poet et cetera
Extra events, the grand finale-like bonus
I am the man they call the microphonist
With wisdom, which means wise words bein′ spoken
Too many at one time, watch the mic start smokin'
I came to express, the rap I manifest
Stand in my way, and I′ll veto, other words protest

Emcees that wanna, be vised they're gonna
Be dissed if they don't get from in front of
All they can go get, is me a glass of Moet
A hard time, sip your juice, and watch a smooth poet
I take seven emcees, put ′em in a line
And add seven more brothers who think they can rhyme
Well it′ll take seven more before I go for mine
Now that's twenty-one emcees ate up at the same time

Easy does it, do it easy, that′s what I'm doin′
No fessin', no messin′ around, no chewin'
No robbin' or buyin′, bitin′, why borrow?
This slob'll stop tryin′, fightin' to follow
My unusual style, will confuse you a while
If I was water, I′d flow in the Nile

So many rhymes, you won't have time to go for yours
Just because of applause, I have to pause
Right after tonight is when I prepare
To catch another sucker duck emcee out there
′Cause my strategy has to be tragedy, catastrophe
And after this, you'll call me your majesty
My melody

Ch-ch-ch-check out my melody
Ch-ch-ch-check out my melody
Here's my melody
Ch-ch-ch-check out my, check out my, check out, check, check, check, check, check, check, check, check, check, check out my melody
Eric B
Ch-ch-ch-check out my melody
Ch-ch-ch-check out my melody

Marley Marl synthesized it, I memorized it
Eric B. made a cut, and advertised it
My melody′s created for emcees in the place
They try to listen, ′cause I'm dissin′ them, so pick up your face
Shook off your neck as you try to detect my pace
Now you're druggin′, almost buggin' off my rhyme, like base
The melody that I′m stylin', smooth as a violin
Rough enough to break New York from Long Island

My wisdom is swift, no matter if
My momentum is slow, emcees still stand stiff
I'm genuine like leather, inclined to be clever
Emcees you beat the R, I say "oh never"
So Eric B, cut it easily, and
Check out my melody