Rakim - Heat It Up Lyrics
(take that microphone from that kid and heat it up)I keep the mic hot, I heat it up kidI keep the mic hot, I heat it up (x2)Mic check yallThen throw it to the floorThe crowd wanted more so I came in the doorThe great rakim, papermates to the penKnowledge is born and the light strikes againElements burst and gave birth to the firstGet the pen from the nurse and hook the mic up firstWhen it absolutely positively has to be there on timeI deliver a rhymeThe heckler of hip hop, hop to this oneI got more kid, they hate to miss oneStyle got jazz and the crowds out of controlCause Ive got the mic and Ive got the soulNew yorks own microphone technicianThoughtsll give em visionsStylell make you listenDevastates the ear, my opponents cant see meI gave em directions, but wrote it in graffitiBut they wanna know my m.o. ease back thoughThey want the exact flow, then study my steeloSketch the skit, but they still cant see what I didI heat the mic up kidI keep the mic hot, I heat it up kidI keep the mic hot, I heat it up (x4)Then I explode with a song with a original formOr Ill perform it at high mode, they want the codeDestroyed the blueprints and documents and hitsCrews been, um, looking for clues ever sinceBeats start brewing up, rhymes is roughStages and microphones self-destructAnd when you thought you had the format down patYou get kicked back to the doormat with thatCause Ive got a high tech style with know-howSelect the file watch the crowd go wildBad beats to bless the females finessePoints shot stress causing cardiac arrestMics too hot for you to told in your handsNow they sell em with fifteen fans and mic standsMine still overheats, if you touch it you can see what I didI heat the mic up kidI keep the mic hot, I heat it up kidI keep the mic hot, I heat it up (x4)If his opponentsll run a rap, tell em ease backIve got a knapsack with hip hop attacksStacks of artifacts, formats in the actTracks after macs, and you cant relaxRakims equipped with penmanshipLeft my penmate, I could graduate from penn stateI could take any trade and make a high gradeEven get extra credit when the rhymes displayedAs soon as I manifest, they cheat off my testSurround my desk and then stress the progressBut they miss the point, forget the skitIll bust your lip if you rip the scriptBrothers aint cool and imma smoke up the roomAnd Ive got a crew called the last platoonFigure it out kid, problems comingEmcees are running cause Im the gunmanExtremely dangerous I bust rhymes into the crowdAnd watch em all scream out loudAw man, and then I slam like a batteramRa got the plan with your favorite jamI keep the mic hot, I heat it up kidI keep the mic hot, I heat it up (x4)The last platoonRakimYou know what I mean?And Im out
