Guess Who's Back Songtext / Lyric

Chuck D] "Once again back is the incredible"



Yeah, yeah

It's the return of the Wild Style fashionist

Smashin hits, make it hard to adapt to this

Put pizazz and jazz in this, and cash in this

Mastered this, flash this and make em clap to this

DJ's throw on cuts and obey the crowd

Just pump the volume up, and play it loud

Hip-Hop's embedded, before I said I wouldn't let it

But me and the microphone is still magnetic

Straight off the top, I knew I'd be forced to rock

Dancefloors just stop, the spot's scorchin hot

Hoping I open Rakim Allah seminars

Massage at the bar smokin ten dollar cigars

while I admire midas, with more vision than TV's

I find it easy catchin diabetes from fly sweeties

Sit back and wait to hear a slammin track

Rockin jams by popular demand, I'm back






I control the crowd, you know I hold it down

When it drop you know it's jiggy when you hear the sound

From town to town, until it's world reknowned

And I rock New York City all year around



Check it out

It's on so you can swerve when it's heard in clubs

Thought patterns displayed on Persian rugs

Equations are drawn up in paisley form

Mic it stay warm, my flow is Evian

Deep as a Nautilus, you stay dipped in Ra style

from the shores of Long Island to Panama Canal

Intellect pitches new trends like a clothes designer

I'm in effect, quicker than medicines in China

Split the mic open fill it with somethin potent to go in

and take a toke then, mental planes start floatin

Hot science is smokin altitudes cause chokin

Product is hypnotic you're soakin and still smokin

Showin better scenes than grams of amphetamines

Plans to scheme, means I'll forever fiend

Long as the mic is loud and the volume is pumpin

I'ma move crowds to 2000



Yo, my rhymes and lyrics, find spirits like a seance

Since fat Cray-ons, I write and display chaos

My plan is damage, the diagram to where the jam

I take advantage, until the crowd go bananas

What a rush I hear cuts then I lust to touch

Microphones get clutched by the illustrious

Word spread I inherited, many ways to say the unsaid

Born with three 7's in my head

In time no one can seem to blow your mind as far as this

To find you'll need philosophers and anthropologists

Astrologists, professors from your smartest colleges

with knowledge of scholarships, when Ra be droppin this

Some of the things I know, will be in your next Bible

When I die go bury me and my notebook in Cairo

with the great God from Egypt manifest was write rhymes

align with the stars, I come back to bless the mic



"Once again, back is the incredible"

Word up, Rakim Allah the Microphone Fiend is back, yaknahmean?

"Rakim Allah"

Till death do us part

"Once again, back is the incredible"

It's on

"Rakim Allah"

"Once again back is the incredible

The incredible, the incredible

The incredible...

Once again back is the incredible

Rhyme animal, the incredible..."