Guess Who's Back Songtext
von Rakim

Yeah, yeah

It′s the return of the Wild Style fashionist
Smashin' hits make it hard to adapt to this
Put pizazz 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 open Rakim Allah seminars
Massage at the bar smokin′ ten dollar cigars

While I admire midas, with more vision than TV's
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 I 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 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 is pumpin′
I'ma move crowds to 2000


I control the crowd, you know I 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 seance
Since fat Cray-ons, I write and display chaos
My plan is damage, the diagram to where the jam
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
Astrologist′s, professors from your smartest colleges
With knowledge of scholarships, when Ra be droppin' this

Some of the things 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 write rhymes
Align with the stars, I come back to bless the mic

I control the crowd, you know I 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 I 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

Till death do us part
(Once again, back is the incredible)
It′s on
(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