of talents My only challenge, is not to explode in violence I'm Asiatic, and blazin' microphones a habit At least once durin' the course of a day, it's automatic [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/e/eric+b+raki\\... ] In ghetto apparel, mind of a Egyptian Pharaoh Far from shallow, thoughts travel like an arrow Allah's monotony, so far they can't stop me You know, Ra want property like Mumar Khadafi More thoughts than Bibles, recital taught disciples A sawed off mic, so words scatter like a rifle Thoughts that's trifle, I'm bustin' these for you Aiyyo, technical difficulties is through It's been a long time Rakim, the microphone soloist It's been a long time Rakim, the microphone soloist It's been a long time Rakim, the microphone soloist It's been a long time It's been a long time When I float at night, I show 'em new heights, I go to write They know I strike with new prototypes to blow the mic Critics and biters, don't know where my source of light is Still leave authors and writers with arthritis Cursed kids like the Pyramids when they found the style First to ever let a rhyme flow down the Nile The rebirth of hip hop'll be dropped now 'Cause the crowd didn't hear the original in a while So be alarmed, what you bout to see is the bomb Like, 3-D in 'Nam, vivid like CD-Rom My notebook's my bond like the Holy Qu'ran Since I came in the door, said it before But