Part of me wants to chuck this shit in a garbage disposal But the other part of me wants to hear what you have to say Because part of me wants to forgive you And still love you Ugh, fuck it Imma play it Yo, hey bitch I wrote you a fuckin' song And I just want to play this shit for y- Yo, dude! Get the fuck out! I'm tryna record this for her! When I fall in love Oh, I fall apart I know its improbable But I'm unstoppable 'Cause he doesn't know who I am I've lost my point of view and I cannot stand It's been so long I'm a Rasputin doll I thought for a while Then turned to a pile And you don't even know who I am I've lost my point of view and I still can't stand So I fell in love When I fell apart He needed my heart Until bruising and scarred And I don't even know who I am I've waited for too long And I've turned to sand So tell me is this what it's like to be In love?

Yeah, yeah (once again, back is the incredible) It's the return of the Wild Style fashionist Smashin' hits, make it hard to adapt to this Put pizzazz 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'll open Rakim Allah seminars Massage at the bar, smokin' ten-dollar cigars While I admire MIDI, with more vision than TVs 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 Ra 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's 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's pumpin' I'ma move crowds to 2000 and somethin' I control the crowd, you know Ra 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 séance Since fat crayons, I write and display chaos My plan is damage, the diagram to where the jam is 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 Astrologists, professors from your smartest colleges With knowledge of scholarships, when Ra be droppin' this Some of the things that 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 writin' rhymes Align with the stars, I come back to bless the mic I control the crowd, you know Ra 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 Ra 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) 'Til death do us part, it's on (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 (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

Levantore! Yeah, it's just ghetto, kid test the devil to hit the next level Wish they was a rebel with cerebral metal Inflex the bezzle with the peddle to the metal In a thug's paradise where love have a price So we love for life like thugs love the night They sell drugs for ice for the Benz with bug lights Some hug mics to the world, hung like parasites The likes lethal, the mics lead you A sneak preview, watch what we do and what the hood teach you I still see through the eye of a needle So I can watch people cause slug backwards is evil Levantore! Yo, what's this? Yo bust this. Yo it's time to up lift They think all we do is bust clips and puff splifs And plush whips and clutch chips and touch chicks Flont rocks like Fort Knox and hog blocks Taunt cops with more props and we want not Panhandling with your mans and them Scrambling, gambling, plans to win While the cops clock em, thieves flock em Women watch em, traders wanna top em Ay yo what's the problem Before the narcs knock em opposite playas plot to rob em The ghetto got em, my man said it's rough at the bottom Levantore! Ghetto alert, let's do whatever work to get rid of the curse We went from 1st to America's worst On this competitive turf, now let's inherit the earth There's more prize for one another, and call shots 12 o'clock 'til the next ball drop All year around plus they shuffle non stop You think it's rough at the bottom, it's even rougher on top My peeps gonna have to reach and turn for me And everybody's side of the street'll be celly Ain't nothing funny, burn plenty and burn money And earn money and watch the century turn 20 Levantore! We all should, from the woods to the big city and the small hood Everybody should be welcome to the ball if we all could But we fall cause we brawl, yo it ain't all good We need to play right, stay tight with ya air alight Keep your game tight, no need to play trife Get cheese from the daylight to the late night And it shouldn't take death to appreciate life Before a lot parish, we got to cherish if Allah let us Let's give prop and merits till the block flourish In this metropolis, stay on top of this You know what the prophet is, be prosperous Levantore! Now we networking Respect the next person, it'll be less hurting Or left lurkin, while we kept our dreads working Connect set for certain, total networking Last chance to advance and stash grands If you have plans to have fam and mad land Own shine, condone crime or hold 9s I know what the problem is, killing our own kind To my flame throwers, train sober, remain soldiers Stay sane so these pretty dames can hold us Terror terrain rollers and Range Rovers so the train goers Claim your fame, maintain, till your game's over Levantore! Ghetto alert, let's do whatever work to get rid of the curse We went from 1st to America's worst On this competitive turf, now let's inherit the earth There's more prize for one another, and call shots 12 o'clock 'til the next ball drop All year around plus they shuffle non stop You think it's rough at the bottom, it's even rougher on top My peeps gonna have to reach and turn for me And everybody's side of the street'll be celly Ain't nothing funny, burn plenty and burn money And earn money and watch the century turn 20 Levantore!