Let it roll, get bold, I just can't hold Back, or fold cos I'm a man with soul In control and effect, so what the heck Rock the discotheque and this groove is what's next Attack, react, exact, the mack'll move you with A strong song, as long as you groove to this I keep the crowd loud when you're hype Do damage onstage and injure the mic As I shoot the gift MC's stand stiff While my rhymes stick to you like skippy and jif Feel my blood fist, or my death kiss The rap soloist, you don't want none of this Supreme in this era, I reign with terror When I grab the mic believe you're gonna hear a Fascinatin' rhyme as I enchant them So let's all sing the big daddy anthem Go with the flow, my rhymes grow like an afro I entertain again and Kane'll never have no Problem, I can sneeze, sniffle and cough E-e-e-even if I stutter I'mma still come off Cos rappers can't understand the mics I rip They sure enough ain't equipped, that's why they got flipped But my apparatus is up to status Don't ask who's the baddest, of course that is The maker, breaker, taker, my rhymes ache the head Put it to bed, so watch what is said Save the bass for the pipe and rearrange your tone Or take a loss and be forced in the danger zone Cos I get ill and kill at will Teachin a skill that's real, you're no frill So just stand still and chill as I build Science I drill until my rhymes fill Your head up don't even get up The teacher is teachin', so just shut up

Follow the leader Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!" Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!" Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!" Keep Followin' Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!" Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!" Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!" Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!" This is a lifetime mission Vision a prison. All right, listen In this journey, you're the journal, I'm the journalist Am I eternal or an eternalist? I'm about to flow long as I can possibly go Keep you movin' 'cause the crowd said so Dance! Cuts rip your pants Eric B. on the blades, bleedin' death. Call an ambulance! Pull out my weapon and start to squeeze A magnum as a microphone, murderin' MCs Let's quote a rhyme from a record I wrote "Follow the Leader!" ...Yeah, dope! 'Cause every time I stop, you see, just duck As soon as you try to step off you self-destruct I came to overcome before I'm gone By showin' and provin' and lettin' knowledge be born Then after that I'll live forever. You disagree? You say, "Never?" Then follow me From century to century, you'll remember me In history, not a mystery or a memory Called by nature, mind raised in Asia Since you was tricked, I had to raise ya From the cradle to the grave But remember, you're not a slave 'Cause we were put here to be much more than that But we couldn't see because our mind was trapped But I'm here to break away the chains, take away the pains Remake the brains, rebuild my name Again, somebody told you, a little knowledge is dangerous It can't be mixed, diluted, it can't be changed with a Switch. Here's a lesson if you're guessin', if you're borrowin' Hurry hurry step right up and keep followin' The Leader Follow the leader Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!" Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!" Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!" Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!" Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!" Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!" Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!" A fear if I freestyle lyrics-a-fury My third eye make me shine like jury You're just a rented rapper, you're rhymes are minute-maid I'll be here when they fade, I'll watch you flip like a renegade I can't wait to break and eliminate On every trade of my snake so stay awake And follow and follow 'cause the tempo's a trail The stage is a cage, the mic is a third rail I'm Rakim, the fiend of a microphone I'm not him, so leave my mic alone Soon as the beat is felt, I'm ready to go So fasten your seatbelt 'cause I'm about to flow No need to speed, slow down and let the leader lead Word to Daddy... Indeed! The "R's" a rollin' stone, so I'm rollin' Directs the tone then rhymes are stolen Stop buggin'! A brother said, "Dig him?" I never dug him He couldn't follow the leader long enough so I drug him It's a danger zone, he should arrange his own Face it, to space it, grace it, change the tone There's one "R" in the alphabet It's a one letter word and it's about to get More complex from one rhyme to the next Eric B., be easy on the flex I've been from state to state. Follow us. Tailgate Keep comin', but you came too late, but I'll wait So back up your group, get a grip, come equipped You're the next contestant. Clap your hands. You won a trip The price is right. Don't make a deal too soon How many notes? Could you name this tune? "Follow the Leader" is a title they task Now you know; you don't have to ask Rappers' rhythm and poetry, cuts create sound effects You might get junked if you follow the records he wrecks Until then, keep eatin' and swallowin' You better take a deep breath and keep followin' The Leader Follow the leader. Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!" Keep followin'. Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!" Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!" The "R!" Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!" Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!" Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!" Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!" Rakim'll say, "Peace." Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!" Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!" Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!" Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!" Follow the leader. Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!" Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!" Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!" Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!" Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!" Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!" Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!" Follow the leader! Kaboom!

I love you so much, don't ever leave me, I won't let you leave [Verse 1] The ho turned me out, green eyes, had a crush on her Since 5 years old, met her, fell in love wit her I saved that ho cause she bring more hoes She major yo, the way she left them other dudes cold Heart-broken she walked right out of mad nigga's life So when I bagged her up right, I had to make her my wife And I ain't gonna lose her like those other lames did I keep a stash safe kid, when I proposed it made her face big She keep me jigg, glorifying medallions Got me in clothes made by Italians, feed me lobster and scallions Watching her pile on my bed, her body feel stacked She been around for years, know the hustlers, pimps, and macks Bankers and diplomats She the scratch on my back Her c.r.e.a.m. I lust, now I got her I dont know how to act When she not around, Im heated, bout' to lay somethin' flat Know how to treat it, never take for granted, she got me trapped [Hook] My money, money, money, my bitch is my money Ohhh money you my honey Money is my bitch Ohhh money, money, money, love her cause she keep a nigga rich Ohhh money you my honey, but I think she got me pussy whipped My money, money, money, my bitch is my money Ohhh money you my honey Money is my bitch Ohhh money, money, money Yeah yeah that bitch treat me like a trick Ohhh money you my honey, she says without her I can't be rich [Verse 2] All the fun we have together, I keep you in my pocket It's so much of you I share you, and speak to you in private You got me karats on my wrist I'm a savage for your kiss Embarrassed when I'm not with you, I'm off guard Niggas always expect to see us two together, stable The best couple they seen since Trump and Marla Maple Don't need no pre-nup Cause when we hump we do it up, make sure we both will bust a dollar sign nut Before I got to know, my life I say was mediocre Break of day, slingin' all night long, fiendin' to stroke ya Seeing niggas wit' you I wasn't happy Wanted to stick them up to get you, heard you calling for daddy And gladly I take you as my lawfully wedded wife Never divorce me, I promise to treat you right Keep you satisfied, never lie help you grow My legal tender, lovely federal reserve note [Hook] [Verse 3] I won't sell my soul to you What do I owe to you My cars, my house, my flow to you Screw you Before you Real niggas said I was cool, now I got you The envy me cause I'm wit you You floss too much Turn niggas out, one touch For you, my guns bust You always said in GOD we trust It's hard enough to keep counting on you You cheat wit' government thugs, got the IRS pounding on you I think I liked you better when you were illegal But you had to get professional Musical Now when we fuck we use prophylactic, hard plastic Stick you in ATM's, limited cash quick Said you'd give me luxury, when I asked it Fucking me, I gave you back shots in ya assets Promised happiness, but really did nothing for me I guess bitches like you just grow on trees