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Eric B. and Rakim

I Ain`t No Joke

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Текст песни Eric B. and Rakim - I Ain`t No Joke

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[Rakim]I ain`t no joke, I use to let the mic smokeNow I slam it when I`m done and make sure it`s brokeWhen I`m gone, no on gets on, cause I won`t letnobody press up, and mess up, the scene I setI like to stand in the crowd, and watch the people wonder "Damn!"But think about it, then you`ll understandI`m just an addict, addicted to musicMaybe it`s a habit, I gotta use itEven if it`s jazz or the quiet stormI hook a beat up, convert it into hip-hop formWrite a rhyme in grafitti and, every show you see me inDeep concentration, cause I`m no comedianJokers are wild, if you wanna be tamedI treat you like a child, then you`re gonna be namedAnother enemy, not even a friend of meCause you`ll get fried in the end, when you pretend to becompeting, cause I just put your mind on pauseAnd I complete when, you compare my rhyme with yoursI wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunnedRemember me? The one you got your idea fromBut soon you start to suffer, the tune`ll get rougherWhen you start to stutter, that`s when you had enough ofbiting it`ll make you choke, you can`t provokeYou can`t cope, you shoulda broke, because I ain`t no joke {*echoes*}[Eric B. scratches][Rakim]I got a question -- it`s serious as cancerWho can keep the average dancerhyper as a heart attack, nobody smilinCause you`re expressin, the rhyme that I`m stylinThis is what we all sit down to writeYou can`t make it so you take it home, break it and biteUse pieces and bits of all my hip-hop hitsGet the style down pat, then it`s time to switchPut my tape on pause, and add some more to yoursThen you figured, you`re ready for the neighborhood choresA E-M-C-E-E don`t even try to beWhen you come up to speak, don`t even lie to meYou like to exaggerate, dream and imaginateThen change the rhyme around, that can aggravate meSo when you see me come up, freezeOr you`ll be one of those seven MC`sThey think that I`m a new jack, but only if they knew thatthey who think wrong are they who can`t do thatstyle that I`m doin, they might ruinPatterns of paragraphs, based on you andyour offbeat DJ, if anything he playsound familiar, I`ll wait `til E. say"Play `em," so I`ma have to diss and broyou can get a smack for this, I ain`t no joke {*echoes*}[Eric B. scratches][Rakim]I hold the microphone like a grudgeB`ll hold the record so the needle don`t budgeI hold a conversation cause when I inventI nominated, my DJ, "The Presdient"When I see you I`ll, kick a freestyle, goin steadilySo pucker up, and whistle "My Melody"But whatever you do, don`t miss oneThere`ll be another rough rhyme after this oneBefore you know it, you`re followin and fiendinWaiting for the punchline, to get the meaninLike before, the middle of my story I`m tellinNobody beats the R, so stop yellinSave it, put it in your pocket for laterCause I`m "Moving the Crowd," and B`ll wreck the faderNo interruptions `til the mic is brokeWhen I`m gone... then you can joke!Cause everything is real on a serious tipKeep playin, and I get furious quickAnd I`ll take you for a walk through hellFeed your dome -- then watch your eyeballs swellGuide you out of triple stage darknessWhen it get dark again... then I`ma spark thismicrophone, cause the heat is on, you see smokeAnd I`m finished when the beat is gone, I`m no joke {*echoes*}[Eric B. scratches to the end]

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