Don't Sweat The Technique (BL Socks Remix) - Eric B. & Rakim

This is poetry in motion Try to catch on, stay close to the host And MC's try to make the road rough but I'm coastin Ladies hear the rhymes rub em on like lotion Hit spots soothin, can't stop movin Go ahead bust a sweat and you can bet I'm still coolin When I detain it's a brainstorm Never the same form, every brain I rained on is warm Takin a trip through Memory Lane to Melody See if you could tell if these thoughts to fell MC's Could do you justice, but you can't touch this Some kid just tried to bust this but he just missed I'm universal and much more merciful So versatile with the style it's reversable I get away even if I say a curse or two First, let me bust another verse for you Your arms too short to box with Ra so quit You don't want no kind of conflict Or you'll get stripped as the rhyme is ripped Pick up the pieces now ain't that peace yeah I'm hip Everything I said flows since my intro I plant a thought extend and then grow Holdin my pen tightly it might be Controversy at first when I write the Chords of research don't just take it for granted When I'm gone my mind remains a planet If I keep buildin, and teach the children So when they read in between the lines it's filled in I break to meditate, not a peep, concentrate Till I'm deep awake, but not asleep At the same time risin and advertisin What is true, keep advised and you can stay wise And I'm untouchable Comin over the bridge take a peak at the skyline Cause that's how I shine not only when I rhyme My culture's makin me stronger, mentally Physically I'm powerful poetry now that could be Labelled as art placed in a museum Style'll make scenery, now you see 'em Exhibit a knowledge that's packed and filled with Nothin illiterate it's facts I build with My mind's untouchable which means intangible Contents never dense it's understandable I study life so I can live it the right way No time to hear what another brother might say Why sell a capsule of crack I don't have to I rhyme and sign million dollar contracts to Put message on records that's graced with hard bass Smugglin microphones, this ain't Scarface Whoever talked that talk, I wanna hawk And don't try to Escape From New York Cross a 110th Street lookin for a problem It's Hell Up In Harlem, watch Ra solve em I hear the music clear as I get near The hundred and twenty fifth street Apollo Theater Take a step back when I rap I step up to you... I'm untouchable Put on my thinking cap pump the track Test your reflex relax but in contact You fold and lose control so hold your partner closer You're supposed to keep your composure But you hear the drum said go then it gets so hype It's like nitro opponents get petro Remember the trademark left by the R That's never soft or smooth it's comin off the hardest In effect, you could die-tect the imposter Takin my props, Rakim is still proper I'm a prophet, you can't stop it, when I drop it Everything I say, coincide with the topic Thoughts bounce around till my skull is fractured Inside my brain it's all manufactured As we go deeper it's hard to find Don't even think about it, cause you can't read my mind It's clear so therefore you need a ear or inclined In the mind with some kind of idea for The style I'm advertisin what is true Keep advised that you stay wise and the mind Is untouchable

(I'm internationally known) (When I b on tha mic) (Hardcore, real ill niggas) (I'm internationally known, yo) (Hardcore, real ill niggas) (I'm internationally known) (When I b on tha mic) (Hardcore, real ill niggas) (So all hail the ho-ho-honorable) Here's to my real ill niggas, heavyweight hitters Dough getters, fifty ways to make figures My niggas, that come on the spot to feel sisters Like they hear real spitters and kids on the zigga-ziggas When it's ugly, then the club is lovely Thugs be sipping Hennessey and bubbly To my comrades that keep it flaming hot On dangerous blocks, claiming spots Where the goal is to be one of the top-ranked soldiers Forty-five holders, one of the high rollers Get respect in the hood, credit is good Knock it down lumberjack style, baby, extra wood Rock it all night long, the bang-a-thon baby Keep hanging on, we like it with the lights on Don't have to blow twenty thou' to get to know honey's style Show her the town, steal her heart, no money down (Hardcore, real ill niggas) (I'm internationally known) (When I b on tha mic) (Hardcore, real ill niggas) (I'm internationally known, yo) (Hardcore, real ill niggas) (I'm internationally known) (When I b on tha mic) (Hardcore, real ill niggas) (So all hail the ho-ho-honorable) How about some hardcore, yeah we like it raw for sure Broads on the floor, wall to wall There's more at the door, players ball to score 'Cause this right here is for all of y'all Rakim and Primo, yo I got what you need bro You go see a show, smoke an L, mean yo And DJs play hits with hard bass kicks And then they display tricks like The Matrix Make the record fly undetected by the naked eye So just feel the vibe cause your ears never lie Nowadays DJs bags of tricks, graphic On some behind the back shit, catch it and scratch it Classic, this kid got his craft mastered Hands is mad quick like he mix with magic Spin it back and forth and grab it, and know just where it is There it is (Hardcore, real ill niggas) (I'm internationally known) (When I b on tha mic) (Hardcore, real ill niggas) (I'm internationally known, yo) (Hardcore, real ill niggas) (I'm internationally known) (When I b on tha mic) (Hardcore, real ill niggas) (So all ha-ha-hail the honorable) To my elite peeps with the murderous mystiques I hit the streets with beats and they critique for weeks They be like "How that kid Ra reach the peak?" Pull out the heat and use my technique to speak It's dangerous, sit calm and explain to kids What part of the game this is in foreign languages They hold Ra's events in different continents Put my lyrical contents in monuments In ghetto garments, I rock a towel like a pharaoh Mind travel, design style like apparel My fashions last long as a lifetime 'Cause I can see the future when the God write rhymes They're mad cause I managed to reign so long Like their chance to make money done came and gone This is strictly for my listeners on the corners at night And the sisters that be keeping this right, when I b on tha mic (Hardcore, real ill niggas) (I'm internationally known) (When I b on tha mic) (Hardcore, real ill niggas) (I'm internationally known, yo) (Hardcore, real ill niggas) (I'm internationally known) (When I b on tha mic) (Hardcore, real ill niggas) (So all hail the ho-ho-honorable)