[Rakim]
   Aiyyo.. what's goin on?
   The Mic Lebanon Teflon Don..
   I'm back baby
   The year of the 9's
   and I'ma have to make these motherfuckers a offer they can't refuse
   Y'know?
  
   Ha, what's goin on? Yo c'mon, you know it's on
   I wrote a song, test my flow on the Autobahn
   Make sure the force is right, I floss all night
   Get off the mic it'll smoke like an exhaust pipe
   Keep em in the lie-bury, studyin my theory
   Ra theory get translated in Swahili
   From the lands as far as Zanzibar
   they understand the R, the man Allah
   It's obvious why the copiers, they copy this
   soon as my data processes Y2K they floppy disk
   Now who the hottest is? How can it not be this?
   Baby who the cockiest? Papi is? Gracias
   Aiyyo, this be so, magnifico
   Even my, typical, style difficult
   Make a crowd go wild when I rip a show
   Better stand back, this'll blow, you didn't know?
  
   Chorus: Rakim
  
   They show me love when I'm come through
   Yo any club that I come to
   I hit a microphone check one two
   and they know what I wanna do - flow forever
  
   [Rakim]
   You ever witness rapport like this before?
   It's cause y'all kiss the floor, say this my Lord
   It's the chosen one, with the golden tongue
   Flow for the old and young when I'm holdin one
   In the front row sitty, we show no pity
   where kids get jiggy and girls are so pretty
   The Wanderer, back from Casablanca
   to stomp all, what next for Ra the Conqueror
   So let's go, the best show will explode
   No dress codes, they just pose in they best clothes
   Girls get exposed when I show my rap expo
   Will there be a next episode? I guess so
   Those that halved out, wanted to have clout
   What they mad about? Must be a cash route
   MC's switch they style from they last bout
   and I bet soon as they hear this they spaz out
  
   Chorus 2X
  
   [Rakim]
   Wherever Rakim go, it's the God temple
   It's simple, my M.O., no problemo
   Been all over the map, even know where Hell is at
   I did the welcome mat, and then welcome back
   My flow is raw, they treat me like Mr. Know-it-All
   They want me to show em all my brand new protocol
   Excuse-a-moi, I make a move for Ra
   You ain't soupin Ra, save the hoop-a-la
   Let me find out you rhymed out designed out
   Pullin dimes out then climb out, for time out
   I'm at the free throw, playin ball, or cee-lo, I keep dough
   Reloaded like Carlito, incognito
   I be so, low key, women get nosy
   I do a show they wanna go see to get to know me
   in the front row seat they cosy
   thinkin I'm givin them the bo-bo-bee until they O.D.
  
   Chorus 4X