| Song | As The Rhyme Goes On |
| Artist | Eric B. & Rakim |
| Album | Paid In Full |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Eric B. & Rakim | |
| Pop it up home boy, pop it up home boy | |
| Knowledge will begin until | |
| I finish this song' | |
| Cause the rhyme gets rougher as the rhyme goes on | |
| You sweat as you step about to get hype | |
| Or should you just listen to the man on the mic | |
| You're physically in this with me but how could you tell | |
| If it's meant to be hip-hop, if you're not mentally as well | |
| Ready to absorb the rhyme that | |
| I just poured | |
| Into the mic and so unite and this won't be so bored | |
| If you just keep kickin' listen to the mix | |
| And think you'll sink into the rhyme like quicksand | |
| Holds and controls you 'til | |
| I leaveYou fall deeper in the style, it's hard to breathe | |
| The only time | |
| I stop is when somebody drop and then | |
| Bring 'em to the front 'cause my rhymes' the oxygen | |
| Then wave your hands, when you're ready, | |
| I'll send you | |
| Into your favorite dance, so let the rhyme continue | |
| And so on and | |
| I'ma go on simultaneously | |
| Even if I stop, the rhyme remains to be | |
| Rising to the top and | |
| I came to drop it | |
| Catch it and quiz, it is my topic | |
| Universal 'cause | |
| I move everybody to come | |
| By exercising your mind you'll coincide as one | |
| You look around and see how packed the party starts to get | |
| I draw a crowd like an architect | |
| The five boroughs react and all the islands attract | |
| And every state can't wait, so they attack | |
| Off a spot on the floor squeeze in 'cause it's packed | |
| It'll be more room if | |
| MC's play the back | |
| I'm the R the | |
| A to the K | |
| I MIf I wasn't, then why would | |
| I say, I am | |
| The microphone fiend if | |
| I was a fake | |
| Whoever said, it's just buggin' off the rhymes | |
| I makeI had you biting your tongue for what | |
| I brung and recite | |
| Sung it on stage some said it don't sound like | |
| The voice on the record, | |
| I see what you mean | |
| Because the system was wack, so | |
| I had to scream | |
| So just give me a mic if it's loud, | |
| I'll blow it | |
| If not, into the crowd | |
| I'll throw it | |
| Pull out my cordless mic and entertain you, well | |
| Before I let go | |
| I'ma spark your brain cells | |
| I took time to write, tonight | |
| I will recite | |
| So poetically inclined when the mic is held tight | |
| Rhymes start flowin' kisses are blowin' | |
| MC's are knowin' that's why they're goin' | |
| Home to tell a friend when the party ends | |
| Yo, man you know | |
| Rakim? That brother struck again' | |
| Cause mic by mic and stage by stage | |
| Tape by tape and page by page | |
| When the crowd is moving | |
| I compete with the mix | |
| The rougher the cuts, the rougher the rhyme gets | |
| Deeper and deeper, | |
| I hope you understand it | |
| I made it up myself and | |
| I planned it | |
| For other | |
| MC's who waste time | |
| Writing jokes, riddles, and maybe a rhyme | |
| I cross my arms and | |
| I was waiting but | |
| I was hating | |
| The rappers on the microphone was fronting, just faking | |
| They wasn't breakin', which means | |
| I was achin' | |
| To get up on the microphone and then start takin' | |
| Control of the mic, uptight when | |
| I grabbed it | |
| So hug the speaker, your ear's a magnet | |
| Attracted to a freestyle put in effect | |
| You listen to my man while you're sippin' | |
| MoetSo Eric, pick up the needle, yeah, put it in the middle, alright | |
| Give me a scratch, turn my | |
| Mic up a little | |
| I want you to hear this perfectly clear | |
| Catch, what | |
| I'm sayin', you get the idea | |
| I hope you knowledge the beginning 'cause | |
| I'm finished this song | |
| The rhyme gets rougher as the rhyme flows on | |
| Pop it up home boy, pop it up home boy | |
| Pop it up home boy, pop it up home boy | |
| Pop it up home boy, pop it up home boy |
| zuo ci : Eric B. Rakim | |
| Pop it up home boy, pop it up home boy | |
| Knowledge will begin until | |
| I finish this song' | |
| Cause the rhyme gets rougher as the rhyme goes on | |
| You sweat as you step about to get hype | |
| Or should you just listen to the man on the mic | |
| You' re physically in this with me but how could you tell | |
| If it' s meant to be hiphop, if you' re not mentally as well | |
| Ready to absorb the rhyme that | |
| I just poured | |
| Into the mic and so unite and this won' t be so bored | |
| If you just keep kickin' listen to the mix | |
| And think you' ll sink into the rhyme like quicksand | |
| Holds and controls you ' til | |
| I leaveYou fall deeper in the style, it' s hard to breathe | |
| The only time | |
| I stop is when somebody drop and then | |
| Bring ' em to the front ' cause my rhymes' the oxygen | |
| Then wave your hands, when you' re ready, | |
| I' ll send you | |
| Into your favorite dance, so let the rhyme continue | |
| And so on and | |
| I' ma go on simultaneously | |
| Even if I stop, the rhyme remains to be | |
| Rising to the top and | |
| I came to drop it | |
| Catch it and quiz, it is my topic | |
| Universal ' cause | |
| I move everybody to come | |
| By exercising your mind you' ll coincide as one | |
| You look around and see how packed the party starts to get | |
| I draw a crowd like an architect | |
| The five boroughs react and all the islands attract | |
| And every state can' t wait, so they attack | |
| Off a spot on the floor squeeze in ' cause it' s packed | |
| It' ll be more room if | |
| MC' s play the back | |
| I' m the R the | |
| A to the K | |
| I MIf I wasn' t, then why would | |
| I say, I am | |
| The microphone fiend if | |
| I was a fake | |
| Whoever said, it' s just buggin' off the rhymes | |
| I makeI had you biting your tongue for what | |
| I brung and recite | |
| Sung it on stage some said it don' t sound like | |
| The voice on the record, | |
| I see what you mean | |
| Because the system was wack, so | |
| I had to scream | |
| So just give me a mic if it' s loud, | |
| I' ll blow it | |
| If not, into the crowd | |
| I' ll throw it | |
| Pull out my cordless mic and entertain you, well | |
| Before I let go | |
| I' ma spark your brain cells | |
| I took time to write, tonight | |
| I will recite | |
| So poetically inclined when the mic is held tight | |
| Rhymes start flowin' kisses are blowin' | |
| MC' s are knowin' that' s why they' re goin' | |
| Home to tell a friend when the party ends | |
| Yo, man you know | |
| Rakim? That brother struck again' | |
| Cause mic by mic and stage by stage | |
| Tape by tape and page by page | |
| When the crowd is moving | |
| I compete with the mix | |
| The rougher the cuts, the rougher the rhyme gets | |
| Deeper and deeper, | |
| I hope you understand it | |
| I made it up myself and | |
| I planned it | |
| For other | |
| MC' s who waste time | |
| Writing jokes, riddles, and maybe a rhyme | |
| I cross my arms and | |
| I was waiting but | |
| I was hating | |
| The rappers on the microphone was fronting, just faking | |
| They wasn' t breakin', which means | |
| I was achin' | |
| To get up on the microphone and then start takin' | |
| Control of the mic, uptight when | |
| I grabbed it | |
| So hug the speaker, your ear' s a magnet | |
| Attracted to a freestyle put in effect | |
| You listen to my man while you' re sippin' | |
| MoetSo Eric, pick up the needle, yeah, put it in the middle, alright | |
| Give me a scratch, turn my | |
| Mic up a little | |
| I want you to hear this perfectly clear | |
| Catch, what | |
| I' m sayin', you get the idea | |
| I hope you knowledge the beginning ' cause | |
| I' m finished this song | |
| The rhyme gets rougher as the rhyme flows on | |
| Pop it up home boy, pop it up home boy | |
| Pop it up home boy, pop it up home boy | |
| Pop it up home boy, pop it up home boy |
| zuò cí : Eric B. Rakim | |
| Pop it up home boy, pop it up home boy | |
| Knowledge will begin until | |
| I finish this song' | |
| Cause the rhyme gets rougher as the rhyme goes on | |
| You sweat as you step about to get hype | |
| Or should you just listen to the man on the mic | |
| You' re physically in this with me but how could you tell | |
| If it' s meant to be hiphop, if you' re not mentally as well | |
| Ready to absorb the rhyme that | |
| I just poured | |
| Into the mic and so unite and this won' t be so bored | |
| If you just keep kickin' listen to the mix | |
| And think you' ll sink into the rhyme like quicksand | |
| Holds and controls you ' til | |
| I leaveYou fall deeper in the style, it' s hard to breathe | |
| The only time | |
| I stop is when somebody drop and then | |
| Bring ' em to the front ' cause my rhymes' the oxygen | |
| Then wave your hands, when you' re ready, | |
| I' ll send you | |
| Into your favorite dance, so let the rhyme continue | |
| And so on and | |
| I' ma go on simultaneously | |
| Even if I stop, the rhyme remains to be | |
| Rising to the top and | |
| I came to drop it | |
| Catch it and quiz, it is my topic | |
| Universal ' cause | |
| I move everybody to come | |
| By exercising your mind you' ll coincide as one | |
| You look around and see how packed the party starts to get | |
| I draw a crowd like an architect | |
| The five boroughs react and all the islands attract | |
| And every state can' t wait, so they attack | |
| Off a spot on the floor squeeze in ' cause it' s packed | |
| It' ll be more room if | |
| MC' s play the back | |
| I' m the R the | |
| A to the K | |
| I MIf I wasn' t, then why would | |
| I say, I am | |
| The microphone fiend if | |
| I was a fake | |
| Whoever said, it' s just buggin' off the rhymes | |
| I makeI had you biting your tongue for what | |
| I brung and recite | |
| Sung it on stage some said it don' t sound like | |
| The voice on the record, | |
| I see what you mean | |
| Because the system was wack, so | |
| I had to scream | |
| So just give me a mic if it' s loud, | |
| I' ll blow it | |
| If not, into the crowd | |
| I' ll throw it | |
| Pull out my cordless mic and entertain you, well | |
| Before I let go | |
| I' ma spark your brain cells | |
| I took time to write, tonight | |
| I will recite | |
| So poetically inclined when the mic is held tight | |
| Rhymes start flowin' kisses are blowin' | |
| MC' s are knowin' that' s why they' re goin' | |
| Home to tell a friend when the party ends | |
| Yo, man you know | |
| Rakim? That brother struck again' | |
| Cause mic by mic and stage by stage | |
| Tape by tape and page by page | |
| When the crowd is moving | |
| I compete with the mix | |
| The rougher the cuts, the rougher the rhyme gets | |
| Deeper and deeper, | |
| I hope you understand it | |
| I made it up myself and | |
| I planned it | |
| For other | |
| MC' s who waste time | |
| Writing jokes, riddles, and maybe a rhyme | |
| I cross my arms and | |
| I was waiting but | |
| I was hating | |
| The rappers on the microphone was fronting, just faking | |
| They wasn' t breakin', which means | |
| I was achin' | |
| To get up on the microphone and then start takin' | |
| Control of the mic, uptight when | |
| I grabbed it | |
| So hug the speaker, your ear' s a magnet | |
| Attracted to a freestyle put in effect | |
| You listen to my man while you' re sippin' | |
| MoetSo Eric, pick up the needle, yeah, put it in the middle, alright | |
| Give me a scratch, turn my | |
| Mic up a little | |
| I want you to hear this perfectly clear | |
| Catch, what | |
| I' m sayin', you get the idea | |
| I hope you knowledge the beginning ' cause | |
| I' m finished this song | |
| The rhyme gets rougher as the rhyme flows on | |
| Pop it up home boy, pop it up home boy | |
| Pop it up home boy, pop it up home boy | |
| Pop it up home boy, pop it up home boy |