When I'm Flowin

Yes yes y'all, check it out y'all

(Yo) I find a show, rhyme til it's time to go

I'm designed to blow, my mind's inclined to flow

Yo, my M.O., makin all kind of dough

From the info that Rakim show, y'know?

Yes yes y'all, I still fiend by any means

To flow, and I go through extremes don't intervene

My adventures show like a three dimensional screen

Cause I mention many things and I'm presentin many scenes

Guess I'm telegraphic, motions energentic

Better tell em forget it, cause I'm telekinetic

Crowds is screamin, I choke the mic and keep squeezin

Styles seemin like I used a thousand words without breathin

Bustin techs like Russian Roulette I doubt you win

Freestyles like hand grenades without the pin

Composin, then leave the mic full of corrosion

Don't test this, or best to expects this explosion

At shows I spit flows with seven deadly venoms

Killin syllables with poisonous synonyms in em

Ideas is blowin, mics is blowin

From what I'm showin, see it, I keep it goin when I'm flowin

When I'm flowin, theoretically speakin like a drummer

I take you through the streets to the parks in the summer

Or illustrate, a time and place you never been in

And make you focus on the future after seein the beginning

And my style wilds, like Miles on the trumpet

Volume dial was kind of low, need to pump it

Up another notch turn the dial til it stops

More watts you got, more things to watch

Third eye's wide open, you're focused on the theory

Keep scopin til you hear me, words is spoken clearly

It's no smokescreens on the scenes that I'm showin

Man I keep it goin, damn I keep it flowin

Two pages cause panic, freestyles is frantic

Thoughts is organic, flow is aerodynamic

Mic is volcanic, rhymes spread across the planet

I send out the scribe now the vibes gigantic

Now, I'm internationally known, mental capacities blown

I hope your microphone's accident prone

Raw footage is shown, but only showin scenes of my own

Leavin your periphereal vision in a zone

But not the twilight, from the insight that I write

And recite, in my mic'll be bright, cause I like

The night glowin, it's out of sight when I'm showin

Man I keep it goin, damn I keep it flowin

Yo, accurate tactics "Make Em Clap to This"

When I "Move the Crowd", my "Rhythm" still don't miss

Breeze through melodies cause "It's Been A Long Time"

My "Lyrics" is "Fury" and rappers hate to hear me rhyme

Every antidote that I quote, is "No Joke"

Nobody's smilin "In The Ghetto" from the notes I wrote

My high techniques wreck and disrepect beats

Have you "Follow-in The Leader" up and down the streets

So "Kick Along" as I rip a song with pull

As the rhyme goes on I get "Paid In Full"

It's Rakim, I'm indicatin rhymes for the showin

Check it out y'all, I keep it goin when I'm flowin

Straight up, Rakim Allah the Fiend of the Microphone still flowin

You know? One love to comin through your livin room soon, straight up

One love

The whole tri-state, one love

Rakim Allah baby, y'know?

It's on, what, check it out y'all, check it out