Rakim: The 18th letter

What, uhh, yo Just when things seemed the same, and the whole scene is lame I come and reign with the unexplained for the brains till things change They strain to slang sling, I'm trained to bring game History that I arranged been regained by King James Go to practice, with tactics, when the track hits, theatrics Women that look like actress the status of Cleopatra's Stacks of mathematics took the ?ego-a-geatics? As I find out, what the facts is, for geographic No time to sip Mo's with hostess, never mind what the total gross is I rip shows, stay focused, and split cheese, with soldiers While you hit trees and coast I spit flows that be ferocious And with these explosives, I split seas for Moses Shine permanently only my mind's concernin me Fire burns in me eternally time's eternity Followers turn on me they'll be in a mental infirmary Determinely advance technology better than Germany Since the first days you know of, till the last days is over I was always the flow-er, I made waves for Noah From a compound, to the anatomy, to the breakdown of a atom Some of my rap patterns, still surround Saturn From the ancient Hieroglyphics, to graffiti painted pictures I study I know the scriptures but nowaday ain't it vicious Date back I go beyond check the holy Qu'ran To speeches at the altar on, now we get our party on So being benificent, I bless em with dialogue They expectin, the next testament by the God I blow em through battlezones with chrome for chaperone Blast beats with saxophones one of the baddest rapper's known Every country city and borough, sidestreet and ghetto isle and alley and meadow theories ferile enough to echo When it was one mass of land, with one nash' of man And the whole mass was ran under one master plan Since the world's metamorphis, and the plan is kept in orbit Turntables we spin off but the needles never skip off it Rhythms we expressin similar to our ancestors It'll answer your questions if you understand the message From the days of the slave choppers?, to the new age of prophets As heavy as hip-hop is I'm always ready to drop it from the mind which is one of Allah's best designs And mines'll stand the test of time, when I rhyme The 18th Letter, the prophesy professor I stay clever, long as the planet stay together Bring up praise from Mecca, make a phrase for the better In new days to remember, always and forever (repeat 2X) The R baby